Orlando jumped over the back of the couch, landing with his legs draped over the arm and his head in Viggo's lap. "So what DVD did you pick?" The tone of his voice told Viggo he expected some obscure movie that he would sleep through.

"Harry Potter."

"What!" Orlando sat up and faced his lover, stunned. "Harry Potter? What are we, twelve?" he asked incredulously.

Viggo chuckled, pulling Orlando back down into his lap. "Yes, Harry Potter," he repeated, hitting the play button on the DVD player and switching off the lamp. "And you don't have to be a kid to enjoy a good modern day myth like this."

Orlando snuggled into his lover's side. "Leave it to you to find a lofty label for a fairytale with wizards and dragons." He settled in to enjoy the movie.

"God, that kid's hot," Viggo murmured.

"What! Who?" Orlando yelped outraged. First his lover picked a completely uncharacteristic movie and now he was making comments about it like a teenaged girl. "They're all bloody kids."

Viggo chuckled, stroking Orlando's side to soothe his ruffled feathers and curling his hand around his hip to pull him closer. "Tom's eighteen, just a little younger than you were when I met you, and you know how I like blondes."

"But… he… he…" Orlando was flustered into incoherency, sputtering and grasping for words.

This was just too much fun. Viggo grinned on the inside but kept his face calmly speculative. "And he's a real blonde. I can't tell you how disappointed I was when I found out Legolas wore a wig."

"You bloody well wore one, too. And I… I was disappointed when I found out Aragorn's sword didn't measure up to all the hype," Orlando blustered.

Viggo couldn't hold it in any longer. Throwing back his head, he dissolved into gales of laughter. Orlando stood, staring at his lover, hands on his hips, not at all pleased. "What's so soddin' funny?"

"You, my love. You are just so easy to rile." Viggo tugged lightly on Orlando's hand, but the younger man resisted.

"Oh no, you aren't getting off that easy. There was something there, a spark in your eye, that I didn't like the look of."

Viggo tugged harder, pulling his Elf down into a tight embrace. "I…" Viggo kissed his nose. "Love…" Viggo kissed his cheeks. "Only…" Viggo kissed his chin. "You." Warm, wet lips settled over his mouth. "Forever," he whispered into the kiss.

When they broke apart, Viggo nuzzled along the bottom of Orlando's jaw, burying his nose in his lover's neck and inhaling the distinctive scent. "Tell me how to make it up to you," Viggo asked.

Viggo hand massaged Orlando's thigh and then drifted higher, caressing his cock through his jeans. "Is this what you want, my love?" he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive rasp.

Orlando swallowed and nodded mutely.

"Oh, no. I told you. You have to tell me what to do… how to make it up to you?" Viggo's eyes glinted and danced with amusement in the flickering light from the television.

His fingers pressed more firmly and Orlando could feel himself getting hard. He slid down on the sofa a bit and spread his thighs apart in an effort to get more comfortable and give his lover more access. Viggo took that as a sign to continue and moved his fingers to the waistband of Orlando's jeans. Orlando bit his lip when Viggo's fingers slipped beneath his underwear and connected with his skin. He glanced down, watching as Viggo's fingers moved in slow teasing strokes. It wouldn't be enough to bring him off, but it felt good. He concentrated on keeping his breathing even; he wanted Viggo to work for this.

Viggo's fingers ghosted over his skin, making him shiver. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy cross the screen and a small completely irrational part of his brain gloated to the image, 'He's mine. Look what he's doing to me.' At just that moment, Viggo's hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Orlando bit his lip to stop from crying out.

"Talk to me, lover. I'm yours to command," Viggo whispered, nuzzling Orlando's neck.

"Suck me," Orlando requested. Viggo slid to his knees between Orlando's outstretched legs. Orlando threaded his fingers into Viggo's hair and let his head fall back against the sofa cushions just as Viggo leaned down and swallowed his cock.

Viggo looked up, lips wet and swollen. "Start talking or I stop," he warned.

"Start by licking. Slowly."

Viggo hesitated for a moment and then did just that, smiling around the hard shaft.

"Lick around the head... ahh God… yeah like that. Then one long lick up the underside. Use the flat of your tongue." Orlando shivered at the sensation of Viggo's tongue sliding against his cock. Viggo gave the best head in the world. Fuck, he was a lucky bastard.

"Slip the tip of your tongue under the foreskin," Orlando said, voice huskier now. He whimpered at the feeling of hot wet tongue probing the head of his cock. "Tap your tongue against..." Orlando closed his eyes and bit his cheek in a failed attempt to keep from making any noise. "Oh fuck," he swore.

Orlando looked down at his lover. Viggo's cheeks were flushed and wet, and his hair was falling into his eyes, sticking to his face. Orlando reached up with one hand to push it back, transfixed by the sight of his lover pleasing him. "Now take the head in your mouth and suck it. Lightly."

Orlando closed his eyes and clutched the sofa cushions. "Press the tip of your tongue into the slit," he croaked, quickly losing the capacity for speech. "Oh, God… Harder… Do it harder."

Viggo did, and Orlando clenched the sofa even more tightly. "Take me all the way in." The wet heat of Viggo's mouth was amazing after all of the licking, and Orlando moaned deeply. Viggo's lips slid down his shaft, and Orlando felt him change his angle. His lips slid down further, until Orlando could feel the back of Viggo's throat.

"Fuck. Yeah like that. Use your… bloody hell… tongue. Suck it. Hand too…" Orlando voice was quavering and his words more erratic. Orlando moaned desperately. After a few more strokes, he was getting too close, and he put his hand on Viggo's head, panting, "So close! Make me come!"

Viggo paused. Orlando opened his eyes to see Viggo looking up at him, waiting. With Orlando's eyes on him, he slowly extended his tongue, laving a wide stripe up the underside of Orlando's cock. "Close, baby?" he whispered. "Want to come?" His lips moved over the sensitive head.

Orlando nodded, mesmerized by the incredibly wanton sight of his lover, lips red, wet and swollen, cheeks and chin covered in saliva and precome. Viggo slowly shook his head, an evil grin spreading across his face, his lips brushing the crown of Orlando's cock. "I don't think so. You doubted me. You'll come when I say you can."

Orlando shivered, his gut clenching at the dominant tone in Viggo's voice. He mewled pitifully as Viggo slid his fingers into Orlando's crevice, warm and damp, before spreading him open wide to his gaze. His soft pink hole clenched and released.

Viggo could smell him, sweaty, masculine, musky. He licked along the inside of one cheek and Orlando jerked, gasping. His tongue glided over the puckered flesh, pausing to tease at the center. Orlando's soft moans went straight to his cock, trapped tightly in his jeans. Around and around, he licked, slow, careful swipes, holding Orlando wide open to his mouth, his eyes, his tongue. He took his time, exploring, mapping, tasting. Now it was his turn to be in charge. When he finally pressed the tip of his tongue inside, Orlando nearly came off the couch.

"I can't hold back," Orlando warned, trembling.

Viggo kissed the glistening hole and smiled. "You will."

He slid into him again, pressing his tongue in past the resistance, slicking the hole with saliva, moaning at the taste. His cock was throbbing against his jeans. He could come like this, his tongue fucking Orlando, his cock untouched.

Saliva dribbled down his chin, down Orlando's crease, over his balls. Viggo fucked him harder, stabbing his tongue inside as deep as he could, twisting, sealing his lips around his opening and sucking. His cock was pulsing in time with every thrust and the noises Orlando was making weren't helping.

Viggo was lost, delving inside his lover, eating him out, devouring him until nothing was left but the taste and the sounds and the feel and it was too much. He could barely hear Orlando's moans over his own. It was sloppy and wet and slick and tight and Orlando was pushing against his face now, grinding and thrashing, completely lost in his ecstasy.

Viggo pulled back, his tongue making a soft sucking sound as it popped free of the loosened muscle. Orlando whimpered as Viggo mouthed up and down his crack, sucking on the soft skin, licking him, biting him with frenzied intensity. Plunging his tongue back in - deep - Viggo pressed his face into his lover's ass, crushing his nose against the tender flesh and Orlando screamed. The sweet pink hole clenched around his tongue, sucking it in farther, throbbing around it and Viggo fucked him through it, knowing Orlando was coming all over himself.

Viggo relinquished his hold on Orlando's ass to reach between his lover's legs and take his pulsing cock in hand, fingering the leaking slit, catching the stream of come with his fingertips. He painted it over the stretched, wet hole, sliding his finger just inside, his tongue following for one last thrust. God, he tasted so good. Orlando was trembling, gasping in giant hitching breaths, his body still convulsing.

Viggo could wait no longer. He rolled Orlando over as he tore open his jeans, pushing them carelessly down his thighs. Orlando looked around, disheveled and flushed. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat," Viggo groaned.

A weak, tired smile grew on Orlando's face. "I think you just did."

Viggo's hands wound into Orlando's disheveled curls. He pulled him forward, kissing those tempting, smiling lips. His cock sunk into Orlando's hot, wet heat, his hips stuttering forward, unable to establish a rhythm, but it didn't matter because he was coming, licking into Orlando's mouth, sharing the taste of his lover's body, groaning and emptying himself deep inside him. "Fuck… coming… ahhh… fuck, yes!"

His climax seemed to last forever, thick ropes of semen rushing out of him, his ass clenching, his mouth crushed to Orlando's, sucking in his breaths as if he were the very air he needed to survive. He rutted shamelessly against him, uncaring, only wanting to be closer, to push deeper, to make two into one.

They collapsed back into the couch, Viggo's hands still fisted in Orlando's curls, mouths open and gasping but still pressed together. Orlando's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Draco Malfoy on the screen over Viggo's shoulder with a characteristic sneer on his face.

He was sort of sexy.