Boon (AU V/O RPS)
Author: beppie (Steph)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Sean/Orlando (implied)
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. Lord Bean asks a boon of his long time friend.
Beta: Bailey
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams. Names do not portend real persons.
A small smile tugged at Lord Viggo's lips as he neared the lavish chambers allotted to him for the duration of his visit. As his host's words echoed once more in his head, his footsteps quickened a trifle, though they didn't lose their confident swagger. He pictured this castle's lord speaking the tantalizing words earlier at the evening feast and the scene rose vividly in his mind.
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"I have a boon I would as of you Vig. It is of great importance to me, and I would ask it of none but you."
Lord Bean leaned regally back in his leather chair and crossed his legs nonchalantly as he eyed his long time friend. The intense glittering stare in his forest green eyes conflicted with his casual posture. Viggo sat straighter, despite the amount of drink he had consumed.
"Now Sean, if you've something of such import you need of me then you're a scoundrel for waiting this long for the asking." Viggo reached to refill his goblet without taking his eyes from the man across the table.
"I admit it has been difficult to wait. For this is indeed a rare find and I have waited some time to share it with you. I have a jewel in my care that is finer than all of my worldly treasures combined. I trust the protection of this rare gift in only your hands, the man to whom I owe my life many times over." The smile on Lord Bean's face was sincere, and the two men shared a look of understanding.
"You owe me nothing brother," Viggo said, "and you know this. You have returned the favor many times over. You well know you may ask anything of me. If it is in my power to give, it is yours." Viggo's face clearly showed his solemnity, and Lord Bean nodded in appreciation.
The passionate moment was interrupted as Sean suddenly laughed boomingly. "Perhaps you should not be so quick to assent Vig, after all I did convince you to accompany be on that horrid adventure to my father-in-law's country estate. As I recall you were even more miserable than I the entire fortnight."
Viggo grimaced at that particular memory. It had been the longest journey of his life, and they hadn't even been riding into a battle, at least not one of a traditional kind. They had escorted Sean's mother-in-law home, and once there they had stayed the shortest amount of time politeness would allow. Sean let loose another bark of laughter at the memory of Viggo's eyes nearly crossing due to that woman's constant prattle, and unwanted flattery.
"I'm still recovering from that journey, thank you." Viggo said, his eyes squinted in mock malice. "That was a rare moment for you Sean. Perhaps you are right. I should not agree so readily this night."
Unable to wait any longer, Lord Bean ceased his teasing and returned them to the matter at hand. "I have taken another servant into my house, though I became aware of his presence after he had already been secured in his position." At Viggo's questioning look Sean elaborated, "Gertrude my chatelaine, the simple yet decidedly compassionate soul that she is, found a lad in a questionable situation and took it upon herself to play savior." The lord's words were soft as he spoke with fondness of the elderly woman long in his employ. "I saw him for the first time in the stables." Sean leaned close and his tone dropped further. He rubbed his cup between both palms, back and forth. He lowered his green gaze, but not before Viggo saw the gleam in them. "That was three months ago now."
"Hold," Viggo interrupted, "Women and men both have I enjoyed in your house, but always they were willing. Do I understand that you are presenting me with a stable boy, one which you used at your will?" Viggo's face held a look of disbelief.
"Think you this because his station is so low? You know I am not that sort, brother, and neither are you," Sean's tone rebuked Viggo. "Indeed," Sean continued, "I have developed quite a fondness for the boy. Let me finish my tale, Lord Haste, before you draw unsavory conclusions."
"Forgive me," Viggo said contritely, "but you took me by surprise."
Sean grinned in a decidedly complacent manner. "And it doesn't end there. I immediately questioned Gertrude about this admittedly pleasant surprise, and the account she gave me was astounding. Orlando, as he is called, is nine and ten summers old, and the only son of a farmer. Unfortunately, the man is also a gambler, and not a lucky one. To pay his debt at the local gaming hall, he tendered his youngest son to the owner."
Viggo's eyes widened a bit at this. Both men knew the sort of help the master of the gaming house employed. His servants were comely and were expected to keep company with the patrons. Much money could be made in such a trade, but placing anyone in such a place against his will was ill done indeed.
"Gertrude's nephew has more than a passing interest in a serving maid there, and it is from him this information was obtained. She could not abide by such a thing, and by my right hand I swear she marched right over there and demanded he be released into her care. She did not come to me for I was away at the time. The owner had no way of knowing that however, and the mention of my name quickly convinced the villain to give the boy over." Sean paused for effect, and let the tale sink in.
"You've yet to explain yourself Sean," Viggo said over the rim of his cup.
"I know, but I'm getting to it. You see, the young man in question is not the innocent he seemed to be, my friend. Many times I caught him following me with his eyes, and I swear to you my flesh tingled from those looks."
Sean stared past Viggo for a moment, as if to conjuring the vision he spoke of. Viggo cleared his voice, anxious now for this conversation to continue, and Sean was jarred from his reverie.
"Yes, well…to speak plainly, I made an offer and he did not refuse. I have enjoyed many nights in his company over the past nine weeks, and I have never known such ecstasy." Sean's voice died to a near whisper as he briefly closed his eyes.
Viggo was literally on the edge of his seat, but his brow creased with sudden confusion. "Then why by all that is Holy are you bestowing him on me this night?"
Sean sighed, "Orlando is a temptation I can not refuse, and the arrival of my wife next week forces me to put him by. She will know immediately, Viggo. She is not blind to my nature, as I am not blind to hers. However, it is one thing for her to be aware of my activities, and another for her to bear witness to them. I don't wish to put Orlando in such an unpleasant situation, and I know you will take care of him. Besides, I know him well enough now to be certain the pretty rascal will be quite taken with you." Sean's smile was rueful, but his posture was one of resolve. Viggo knew his friend's mind was made up.
Sean continued, "I've spoken with him of this. He is an intelligent young man Viggo. Though he has expressed some disappointment at leaving here, he trusts my judgment. He is also anxious to make your acquaintance, as I am sure you are to make his."
Viggo drained his flagon while he gave it some thought. A *boon* Sean had called it. Indeed. Sean expected Viggo to take on a… servant, lover, stable hand…that his best friend was obviously besotted with. Sean had never acted in such a way before, and Viggo was intrigued by his boon companion's concern, as well as the request. "Would you not wish for me to provide this boy with a safe home, and…a discreet place in which you may meet?" Viggo asked dubiously.
Sean's sigh was laced with regret. "No. It is best I sever my ties with him Viggo. I have thought on it, and I want most for him to be happy. What I do not want is to have him waiting for the chance that I may or may not be able to come to him. He is a servant in my home, but I care for him too much to do that to him Viggo." The silence following Sean's declaration was palpable.
"So…" Viggo said, and let it hang.
"So…" Sean laughed softly. "He awaits you in your chambers as we speak."
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Viggo reached his destination, and opened the door without pause. The sight that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs, and he leaned against the frame until he recovered it.
On the large bed of white linen lay a young man who could only be Orlando. He was dressed in a pair of loose fitting satin pants, so dark as to appear black in the candlelight. He reclined with legs slightly apart and one arm thrown over his head, fingertips grazing the headboard. His other hand rested low on his stomach, drawing Viggo's attention to the toned body glowing softly in the firelight. Viggo's gaze traveled upward and he sucked in a harsh breath. Dark silky curls framed a face of such profligate beauty that Viggo swore he had never seen its equal in man or woman. Pink lips parted slightly on even breaths, and elegantly arched brows accentuated a broad clear brow. High cheekbones and the fine line of the jaw hinted that his mother had probably entertained noble callers. It was common enough, and one occasionally saw a peasant lad or lass with suspiciously refined features. Dress this one in a prince's robes and none would know him from royalty.
Before he knew he had moved, Viggo found he was standing over the sleeping boy. The bed dipped lightly as he sat by Orlando's side. He could not wait to feel the texture of the golden skin laid out before him, and he raised his hand to run a finger along the exquisite lines of Orlando's face. The touch elicited a sigh from the slumbering form, and long lashes fluttered slowly open. Viggo's world stopped as he gazed into the soft brown eyes of a fawn.
"Mmmm…that is a wondrous way to be awakened, my lord." Orlando's words were whisper soft and thick from sleep.
Viggo's cock stirred but he found he could not respond in words. He was in a dream…a very lovely dream. Orlando smiled lazily and stretched with an alluring purr, then gripped the headboard with both hands, as if presenting himself in full for Viggo's delight. Still, the man did not speak.
Orlando cocked his head. "You are even more striking than Lord Bean proclaimed. He said you had a chiseled jaw and eyes of iron." The boy laid a palm flat upon Viggo's chest, and the lord felt the shiver that traveled through the boy's frame at the contact. "You are a most powerful man, my lord. I am aching for you to master me."
Viggo's eyes widened and his breath quickened at Orlando's directness. This boy was as hot as the fires of a forge with his passion, begging to be stroked. Orlando raised his other hand to join the first, but Viggo caught it in a strong grip. The boy's gasp of delight sent another jolt to Viggo's lower body, and he could restrain himself no longer. He wrapped his hands around Orlando's waist and lifted him from the bed so they stood face to face. His voice roughened with desire, he hissed out his first words to Orlando.
"You wish to be mastered? Then I shall oblige you!" With one hand cradling the back of the boy's skull, fingers sunk firmly in the dark curls, Viggo devoured Orlando's mouth.
`How sweetly he yields,' Viggo thought, as a moaning whimper escaped the young man's throat.
Viggo caressed every bit of the satin skin at his mercy while Orlando clung to his powerful shoulders with trembling hands. When Viggo encountered the satin that hid the rest of Orlando's flesh from him, he broke the kiss with a growl. He pushed the panting youth back onto the bed. Wide dark eyes stared at the lord's heaving chest before locking onto gray eyes darkened with lust. Viggo felt over warm suddenly. Impatiently, he tore at his garments until they were nothing more than a heap of rags at his feet.
The Lord stood naked before Orlando, and grinned inwardly as he allowed the boy a slow perusal of his body. He must look intimidating, having nearly twice the muscle mass of the lithe form he loomed over, and the thought added more fuel to the fire of his need. He bent and stripped the boy's breeches from him, gripping an ankle as the boy attempted to crawl backwards across the bed.
"Nay, beauty. You are mine now, and I intend to enjoy you fully. You will never desire the touch of another once I've topped you. You will cry out my name in ecstasy before this night is through." Viggo was hardly aware of what he said, so aroused was he. Orlando gave a tug on his captive foot, but Viggo knew by the light in his eye that escape was far from the young man's mind. This boy wanted to be taken, and Viggo wanted nothing more in the world than to give this alluring creature his wish.
Viggo gave a powerful yank and brought Orlando flush with his naked body. Both men groaned at the contact. They knelt in the middle of the bed, Viggo's cock weeping between them with desire. The lord kissed the boy's soft lips again as he ground his hips against Orlando's erection with small circular motions.
"Yes, My Lord, please!" the boy cried out.
Viggo grunted in response and cupped Orlando's firm bottom with both hands. Viggo realized he was too aroused for finesse…he wanted this boy now! Turning Orlando, Viggo forced the young man's head to the mattress with a hand at the nape of his neck. The boy's perfect bottom was thrust into the air, and Viggo paused again at the enticing sight. Eagerly he spread the smooth cheeks, and began to prepare the small opening with his tongue. Orlando squealed into the bedding, almost dislodging Viggo with his start of surprise. Viggo pressed on, licking and thrusting until the boy was babbling incoherently and his entire body glistened with sweat.
His scant patience used up, Viggo brought Orlando's buttocks firmly against him in one fluid motion. "I must have you now boy; I can hold back no longer," Viggo panted into his ear. A last vestige of the lord's civilized veneer made him ask, "Tell me, can you take me?"
"Yes, oh yes! Give me what you will. I shall take it and ask for more. Please my lord!"
Viggo was shocked at the whimper that left his own throat at Orlando's breathless words. A great desire seized him to see on the beautiful face the passion he heard in the boy's words. He braced Orlando against the wall at the head of the bed, turning the slim body in his arms once again. Viggo's unforgiving grip on Orlando's hips tightened as he stared into depthless pools of lust. He lifted the boy to straddle his hips. Orlando dug his nails into bulging biceps as he was slowly lowered onto Viggo's cock. Heavy breathing freighted the air of the bedchamber as Viggo fully sheathed his hard length in the velvet scabbard. Both men paused, resting their foreheads together for a gathering moment of calm.
"Mother Mary, boy, you are tight!" Viggo hissed. "I want to lose myself in you, but I fear to harm you."
Orlando's smile was almost intoxicated, as Viggo's concern warred with his lust. He panted against the man's lips, "You have my leave to move My Lord. In fact, I beg it of you."
With that, Orlando used Viggo's shoulders to gently lift himself and take the man in again. It was all the encouragement Viggo needed. Taking a deep breath, he pulled nearly all the way out of the enveloping tightness before slamming back in again.
Orlando wailed and arched his back sharply at the forceful intrusion. Resting his head against the wall behind him, he bared his neck to Viggo's hungry gaze. Viggo took the offering, burying his face between the boy's shoulder and chin, licking off the salt dew that sprang from the heated flesh. His shaft moved in and out of Orlando at a steady pace, his thrusts so strong that Orlando was bouncing off his thighs with shouts of delight.
"Yesss…ride me," Viggo demanded from between clenched teeth. "Take what I give you."
The lord wrapped a large, callused hand around Orlando's neglected cock, and another cry of bliss shocked the air. As Viggo matched the movements of his hand to those of his hips, his partner began to moan loudly at each stroke. Both were too aroused for the moment to last. Orlando came with a hoarse shout, spilling creamy fluid over the lord's fist. The young man's sheath contracted strongly, milking Viggo's cock to release immediately after.
Orlando rested his sweaty forehead on Viggo's broad shoulder, and the lord was moved to stroke his long back soothingly.
"I think Lord Bean is wise, and that I will be happy in your house," Orlando said drowsily.
"It is good you feel this way," Viggo replied, kissing Orlando behind his ear before adding. "I vow I will not leave here without you."
The lord's strong arms tightened possessively around the miracle dropped so unexpectedly into his lap. Feeling more than a bit blasphemous, and caring not a whit, Viggo thanked God for the avarice of Orlando's father, for Sean's indiscretion, and the suspicious nature of Sean's Lady. This boy was Viggo's now, and woe betide any who tried to take him away.
The following morning Lord Bean watched their departure from a third story window. He did not say goodbye to Orlando a second time, for he did not know if he could bear for the tightness in his chest if it were to get any stronger. As Sean looked on, Viggo caressed his new charge's cheek with a gentle stroke, and the young man leaned into the lover's touch. Viggo then assisted Orlando as he preceded the Lord into the waiting carriage. Sean felt a tearful yet satisfying smile grace his noble features.
End
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Sean/Orlando (implied)
Rating: NC17
Summary: AU. Lord Bean asks a boon of his long time friend.
Beta: Bailey
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams. Names do not portend real persons.
A small smile tugged at Lord Viggo's lips as he neared the lavish chambers allotted to him for the duration of his visit. As his host's words echoed once more in his head, his footsteps quickened a trifle, though they didn't lose their confident swagger. He pictured this castle's lord speaking the tantalizing words earlier at the evening feast and the scene rose vividly in his mind.
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"I have a boon I would as of you Vig. It is of great importance to me, and I would ask it of none but you."
Lord Bean leaned regally back in his leather chair and crossed his legs nonchalantly as he eyed his long time friend. The intense glittering stare in his forest green eyes conflicted with his casual posture. Viggo sat straighter, despite the amount of drink he had consumed.
"Now Sean, if you've something of such import you need of me then you're a scoundrel for waiting this long for the asking." Viggo reached to refill his goblet without taking his eyes from the man across the table.
"I admit it has been difficult to wait. For this is indeed a rare find and I have waited some time to share it with you. I have a jewel in my care that is finer than all of my worldly treasures combined. I trust the protection of this rare gift in only your hands, the man to whom I owe my life many times over." The smile on Lord Bean's face was sincere, and the two men shared a look of understanding.
"You owe me nothing brother," Viggo said, "and you know this. You have returned the favor many times over. You well know you may ask anything of me. If it is in my power to give, it is yours." Viggo's face clearly showed his solemnity, and Lord Bean nodded in appreciation.
The passionate moment was interrupted as Sean suddenly laughed boomingly. "Perhaps you should not be so quick to assent Vig, after all I did convince you to accompany be on that horrid adventure to my father-in-law's country estate. As I recall you were even more miserable than I the entire fortnight."
Viggo grimaced at that particular memory. It had been the longest journey of his life, and they hadn't even been riding into a battle, at least not one of a traditional kind. They had escorted Sean's mother-in-law home, and once there they had stayed the shortest amount of time politeness would allow. Sean let loose another bark of laughter at the memory of Viggo's eyes nearly crossing due to that woman's constant prattle, and unwanted flattery.
"I'm still recovering from that journey, thank you." Viggo said, his eyes squinted in mock malice. "That was a rare moment for you Sean. Perhaps you are right. I should not agree so readily this night."
Unable to wait any longer, Lord Bean ceased his teasing and returned them to the matter at hand. "I have taken another servant into my house, though I became aware of his presence after he had already been secured in his position." At Viggo's questioning look Sean elaborated, "Gertrude my chatelaine, the simple yet decidedly compassionate soul that she is, found a lad in a questionable situation and took it upon herself to play savior." The lord's words were soft as he spoke with fondness of the elderly woman long in his employ. "I saw him for the first time in the stables." Sean leaned close and his tone dropped further. He rubbed his cup between both palms, back and forth. He lowered his green gaze, but not before Viggo saw the gleam in them. "That was three months ago now."
"Hold," Viggo interrupted, "Women and men both have I enjoyed in your house, but always they were willing. Do I understand that you are presenting me with a stable boy, one which you used at your will?" Viggo's face held a look of disbelief.
"Think you this because his station is so low? You know I am not that sort, brother, and neither are you," Sean's tone rebuked Viggo. "Indeed," Sean continued, "I have developed quite a fondness for the boy. Let me finish my tale, Lord Haste, before you draw unsavory conclusions."
"Forgive me," Viggo said contritely, "but you took me by surprise."
Sean grinned in a decidedly complacent manner. "And it doesn't end there. I immediately questioned Gertrude about this admittedly pleasant surprise, and the account she gave me was astounding. Orlando, as he is called, is nine and ten summers old, and the only son of a farmer. Unfortunately, the man is also a gambler, and not a lucky one. To pay his debt at the local gaming hall, he tendered his youngest son to the owner."
Viggo's eyes widened a bit at this. Both men knew the sort of help the master of the gaming house employed. His servants were comely and were expected to keep company with the patrons. Much money could be made in such a trade, but placing anyone in such a place against his will was ill done indeed.
"Gertrude's nephew has more than a passing interest in a serving maid there, and it is from him this information was obtained. She could not abide by such a thing, and by my right hand I swear she marched right over there and demanded he be released into her care. She did not come to me for I was away at the time. The owner had no way of knowing that however, and the mention of my name quickly convinced the villain to give the boy over." Sean paused for effect, and let the tale sink in.
"You've yet to explain yourself Sean," Viggo said over the rim of his cup.
"I know, but I'm getting to it. You see, the young man in question is not the innocent he seemed to be, my friend. Many times I caught him following me with his eyes, and I swear to you my flesh tingled from those looks."
Sean stared past Viggo for a moment, as if to conjuring the vision he spoke of. Viggo cleared his voice, anxious now for this conversation to continue, and Sean was jarred from his reverie.
"Yes, well…to speak plainly, I made an offer and he did not refuse. I have enjoyed many nights in his company over the past nine weeks, and I have never known such ecstasy." Sean's voice died to a near whisper as he briefly closed his eyes.
Viggo was literally on the edge of his seat, but his brow creased with sudden confusion. "Then why by all that is Holy are you bestowing him on me this night?"
Sean sighed, "Orlando is a temptation I can not refuse, and the arrival of my wife next week forces me to put him by. She will know immediately, Viggo. She is not blind to my nature, as I am not blind to hers. However, it is one thing for her to be aware of my activities, and another for her to bear witness to them. I don't wish to put Orlando in such an unpleasant situation, and I know you will take care of him. Besides, I know him well enough now to be certain the pretty rascal will be quite taken with you." Sean's smile was rueful, but his posture was one of resolve. Viggo knew his friend's mind was made up.
Sean continued, "I've spoken with him of this. He is an intelligent young man Viggo. Though he has expressed some disappointment at leaving here, he trusts my judgment. He is also anxious to make your acquaintance, as I am sure you are to make his."
Viggo drained his flagon while he gave it some thought. A *boon* Sean had called it. Indeed. Sean expected Viggo to take on a… servant, lover, stable hand…that his best friend was obviously besotted with. Sean had never acted in such a way before, and Viggo was intrigued by his boon companion's concern, as well as the request. "Would you not wish for me to provide this boy with a safe home, and…a discreet place in which you may meet?" Viggo asked dubiously.
Sean's sigh was laced with regret. "No. It is best I sever my ties with him Viggo. I have thought on it, and I want most for him to be happy. What I do not want is to have him waiting for the chance that I may or may not be able to come to him. He is a servant in my home, but I care for him too much to do that to him Viggo." The silence following Sean's declaration was palpable.
"So…" Viggo said, and let it hang.
"So…" Sean laughed softly. "He awaits you in your chambers as we speak."
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Viggo reached his destination, and opened the door without pause. The sight that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs, and he leaned against the frame until he recovered it.
On the large bed of white linen lay a young man who could only be Orlando. He was dressed in a pair of loose fitting satin pants, so dark as to appear black in the candlelight. He reclined with legs slightly apart and one arm thrown over his head, fingertips grazing the headboard. His other hand rested low on his stomach, drawing Viggo's attention to the toned body glowing softly in the firelight. Viggo's gaze traveled upward and he sucked in a harsh breath. Dark silky curls framed a face of such profligate beauty that Viggo swore he had never seen its equal in man or woman. Pink lips parted slightly on even breaths, and elegantly arched brows accentuated a broad clear brow. High cheekbones and the fine line of the jaw hinted that his mother had probably entertained noble callers. It was common enough, and one occasionally saw a peasant lad or lass with suspiciously refined features. Dress this one in a prince's robes and none would know him from royalty.
Before he knew he had moved, Viggo found he was standing over the sleeping boy. The bed dipped lightly as he sat by Orlando's side. He could not wait to feel the texture of the golden skin laid out before him, and he raised his hand to run a finger along the exquisite lines of Orlando's face. The touch elicited a sigh from the slumbering form, and long lashes fluttered slowly open. Viggo's world stopped as he gazed into the soft brown eyes of a fawn.
"Mmmm…that is a wondrous way to be awakened, my lord." Orlando's words were whisper soft and thick from sleep.
Viggo's cock stirred but he found he could not respond in words. He was in a dream…a very lovely dream. Orlando smiled lazily and stretched with an alluring purr, then gripped the headboard with both hands, as if presenting himself in full for Viggo's delight. Still, the man did not speak.
Orlando cocked his head. "You are even more striking than Lord Bean proclaimed. He said you had a chiseled jaw and eyes of iron." The boy laid a palm flat upon Viggo's chest, and the lord felt the shiver that traveled through the boy's frame at the contact. "You are a most powerful man, my lord. I am aching for you to master me."
Viggo's eyes widened and his breath quickened at Orlando's directness. This boy was as hot as the fires of a forge with his passion, begging to be stroked. Orlando raised his other hand to join the first, but Viggo caught it in a strong grip. The boy's gasp of delight sent another jolt to Viggo's lower body, and he could restrain himself no longer. He wrapped his hands around Orlando's waist and lifted him from the bed so they stood face to face. His voice roughened with desire, he hissed out his first words to Orlando.
"You wish to be mastered? Then I shall oblige you!" With one hand cradling the back of the boy's skull, fingers sunk firmly in the dark curls, Viggo devoured Orlando's mouth.
`How sweetly he yields,' Viggo thought, as a moaning whimper escaped the young man's throat.
Viggo caressed every bit of the satin skin at his mercy while Orlando clung to his powerful shoulders with trembling hands. When Viggo encountered the satin that hid the rest of Orlando's flesh from him, he broke the kiss with a growl. He pushed the panting youth back onto the bed. Wide dark eyes stared at the lord's heaving chest before locking onto gray eyes darkened with lust. Viggo felt over warm suddenly. Impatiently, he tore at his garments until they were nothing more than a heap of rags at his feet.
The Lord stood naked before Orlando, and grinned inwardly as he allowed the boy a slow perusal of his body. He must look intimidating, having nearly twice the muscle mass of the lithe form he loomed over, and the thought added more fuel to the fire of his need. He bent and stripped the boy's breeches from him, gripping an ankle as the boy attempted to crawl backwards across the bed.
"Nay, beauty. You are mine now, and I intend to enjoy you fully. You will never desire the touch of another once I've topped you. You will cry out my name in ecstasy before this night is through." Viggo was hardly aware of what he said, so aroused was he. Orlando gave a tug on his captive foot, but Viggo knew by the light in his eye that escape was far from the young man's mind. This boy wanted to be taken, and Viggo wanted nothing more in the world than to give this alluring creature his wish.
Viggo gave a powerful yank and brought Orlando flush with his naked body. Both men groaned at the contact. They knelt in the middle of the bed, Viggo's cock weeping between them with desire. The lord kissed the boy's soft lips again as he ground his hips against Orlando's erection with small circular motions.
"Yes, My Lord, please!" the boy cried out.
Viggo grunted in response and cupped Orlando's firm bottom with both hands. Viggo realized he was too aroused for finesse…he wanted this boy now! Turning Orlando, Viggo forced the young man's head to the mattress with a hand at the nape of his neck. The boy's perfect bottom was thrust into the air, and Viggo paused again at the enticing sight. Eagerly he spread the smooth cheeks, and began to prepare the small opening with his tongue. Orlando squealed into the bedding, almost dislodging Viggo with his start of surprise. Viggo pressed on, licking and thrusting until the boy was babbling incoherently and his entire body glistened with sweat.
His scant patience used up, Viggo brought Orlando's buttocks firmly against him in one fluid motion. "I must have you now boy; I can hold back no longer," Viggo panted into his ear. A last vestige of the lord's civilized veneer made him ask, "Tell me, can you take me?"
"Yes, oh yes! Give me what you will. I shall take it and ask for more. Please my lord!"
Viggo was shocked at the whimper that left his own throat at Orlando's breathless words. A great desire seized him to see on the beautiful face the passion he heard in the boy's words. He braced Orlando against the wall at the head of the bed, turning the slim body in his arms once again. Viggo's unforgiving grip on Orlando's hips tightened as he stared into depthless pools of lust. He lifted the boy to straddle his hips. Orlando dug his nails into bulging biceps as he was slowly lowered onto Viggo's cock. Heavy breathing freighted the air of the bedchamber as Viggo fully sheathed his hard length in the velvet scabbard. Both men paused, resting their foreheads together for a gathering moment of calm.
"Mother Mary, boy, you are tight!" Viggo hissed. "I want to lose myself in you, but I fear to harm you."
Orlando's smile was almost intoxicated, as Viggo's concern warred with his lust. He panted against the man's lips, "You have my leave to move My Lord. In fact, I beg it of you."
With that, Orlando used Viggo's shoulders to gently lift himself and take the man in again. It was all the encouragement Viggo needed. Taking a deep breath, he pulled nearly all the way out of the enveloping tightness before slamming back in again.
Orlando wailed and arched his back sharply at the forceful intrusion. Resting his head against the wall behind him, he bared his neck to Viggo's hungry gaze. Viggo took the offering, burying his face between the boy's shoulder and chin, licking off the salt dew that sprang from the heated flesh. His shaft moved in and out of Orlando at a steady pace, his thrusts so strong that Orlando was bouncing off his thighs with shouts of delight.
"Yesss…ride me," Viggo demanded from between clenched teeth. "Take what I give you."
The lord wrapped a large, callused hand around Orlando's neglected cock, and another cry of bliss shocked the air. As Viggo matched the movements of his hand to those of his hips, his partner began to moan loudly at each stroke. Both were too aroused for the moment to last. Orlando came with a hoarse shout, spilling creamy fluid over the lord's fist. The young man's sheath contracted strongly, milking Viggo's cock to release immediately after.
Orlando rested his sweaty forehead on Viggo's broad shoulder, and the lord was moved to stroke his long back soothingly.
"I think Lord Bean is wise, and that I will be happy in your house," Orlando said drowsily.
"It is good you feel this way," Viggo replied, kissing Orlando behind his ear before adding. "I vow I will not leave here without you."
The lord's strong arms tightened possessively around the miracle dropped so unexpectedly into his lap. Feeling more than a bit blasphemous, and caring not a whit, Viggo thanked God for the avarice of Orlando's father, for Sean's indiscretion, and the suspicious nature of Sean's Lady. This boy was Viggo's now, and woe betide any who tried to take him away.
The following morning Lord Bean watched their departure from a third story window. He did not say goodbye to Orlando a second time, for he did not know if he could bear for the tightness in his chest if it were to get any stronger. As Sean looked on, Viggo caressed his new charge's cheek with a gentle stroke, and the young man leaned into the lover's touch. Viggo then assisted Orlando as he preceded the Lord into the waiting carriage. Sean felt a tearful yet satisfying smile grace his noble features.
End