2nd Part of fic for Ylith- still <3 her!
PRESENT FOR realm_of_ylith PART 2/2
Pairing(s):Sean/Orlando [Odysseus/Paris if you will]
Author: Beautiful_Ori
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pretend!Rape
Disclaimer: College Student
Summary: Sean Bean likes Orlando, especially while begging, and is pretty much a hypocrite. Sorry it took so long *hides*
You are an old bastard and you are going straight to hell.
~*~*~
Orlando placed his hand on his cheek, adorable in contemplation.
“Shall you pretend to be Hector then?” he asked.
“I don’t think that would be such a good idea, lad. Might be distracting. Perhaps it might be a helpful exercise for you to work on your characterization in a more…improvisational situation.”
“Oh. Okay. What did you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you just let me lead for a spell, I’ll be Odysseus, all right? Stay here.” He turned away from Orlando and went to get his sword. He wanted to put on his costume as well, not so much for affect as to hide…well…his other sword, and stifled a curse when he realized he did not have it. Thinking on his feet, Sean made himself a makeshift outfit out of a towel and a wifebeater and went back towards the kitchen.
Orlando giggled. Sean might have laughed along with him, but Odysseus was not amused.
“Something tickles you, boy?” He demands menacingly, thrusting the sword and holding it at Orlando’s inviting throat. Shocked, Orlando gasped into Paris.
“I…No. Excuse me, I-”
“Silence your lecherous tongue, princeling, until I bid you speak.” He snapped, pressing the sword a bit closer. Paris gasped, and nodded breathlessly. “Do you know who I am?”
“Y-You are Odysseus, King of Ithaca.” Paris said, bowing his head politely.
“Good. Then you should know, also, that when the Greeks were squabbling amongst themselves over Helen, I was the one who found a solution.”
“I have heard the tale…Majesty.” He added with another genuflection in the face of Odysseus’ stern and angry expression.
“I intend to find a solution to all this foolishness as well. And it seems now, with you at my mercy as you are, that it will be easier than I first surmised.”
“What…do you intend to do with me, my Lord Odysseus?” Paris asked. There was fear in his eyes, in his voice, in his posture and in the way he trembles, clasps his hands before him.
(The boy is really quite good, Sean thinks)
“Why, kill you, of course. That should appease Menelaus quite nicely. Or perhaps I might have you bound and presented to him still alive? Nay, I think not. That would deprive me the satisfaction of punishing you for taking me away from my wife!” He pulled back the sword, making ready to swing, and Paris dropped to his knees before Odysseus.
(Christ, yes, Sean nearly pants out loud.)
“What’s this? The little pup doesn’t think he deserves punishment!” Odysseus exclaimed scornfully, making the kneeling Paris wince.
“No, my Lord. It is true my brother is the finest of warriors, but to Trojan standards I am still very young and untried in the art of war. What honor would there be if you killed me when there is no chance I could even dream of defending myself against your skill?”
“Did you not persuade Helen to run here with your beauty and charms, by making love to her, and treating her amorously, like a lover does?”
“I did, my Lord, but I do not-”
“Well what honor was there in your doing that You have seen Menelaus. Why would you seduce his wife where there was no chance he could persuade her to choose him against your youth and Aphrodite’s obvious favor of you?” Paris blanched, then blushed.
“I had not thought of it in that manner, Majesty.”
“So you would now agree that punishment is in order?”
“I…suppose that I did act selfishly, but-but-” He looked up at Odysseus, almost in tears. “I beg of you, have mercy, your Majesty, on this foolish wretch. I did not mean for any of this to happen!” Paris clasped Odysseus ankles in supplication and whimpered piteously. After a few moments, Odysseus took his chin and forced him to look up.
“So, the little princeling fears death, does he?” Paris tried to look away. “Answer me!”
“Yes! Yes! I am afraid to die, my Lord. Please-”
“Hush! Now then, you are ashamed of this fear. But you are young, just a little puppy, after all. It is natural for you to fear death, because it is not natural for people to die so young. And you are right, I could not find any honor or pleasure in killing you.” At this, Paris placed a kiss reverently to one of his benefactors feet.
“Your mercy does not fall upon the ungrateful, my King.” He said humbly.
“Don’t thank me yet, boy. I said I wouldn’t kill you. Sometimes, that isn’t synonymous with mercy.” Paris’ shoulders slumped, and Odysseus could see the fear consume him again.
“I cannot hope to resist anything you might wish to do to me, my Lord. What is it you will?”
“Spear your tender flesh with my sword.”
“But my Lord, I thought you just said-”
“Not this sword,” he said, tossing the weapon away. “This one.” He disrobed, revealing his still rock-hard member.
“Oh!” Paris cried. “But, my Lord, you cannot mean…such is forbidden!”
“Perhaps in Troy, princeling, but not where I’m from.”
“But Majesty, I am-”
“Quite the lover, or so I hear.”
“Not…not in that regard, my Lord. With another man, I have never.”
“You, Paris of Troy, by all accounts the eagerest slut on any continent? I don’t believe a word of it, and I certainly do not appreciate your dishonesty. It is an insult to my intelligence.”
“I swear to you upon the life you just spared, my Lord Odysseus, I have never been touched by another man”
“You mean to tell me no man in Troy enjoys the company of another?”
“W-well…I…people have spoken of it. People who I suppose my have done it…” Paris said shyly.
“How quaint. Tell me what it is they told you happens?”
“Well… One man mounts another, and puts his cock into his anus, and takes him from behind as a man would with a woman from the front. And that it is very pleasurable for that man, because the anus is a very tight sheath.”
“Only pleasurable for the one who does the mounting, then, and not for the one who submits to being fucked?”
“I…well…I did overhear one of my cousins saying that for the submissive one…there is, deep inside, a weak spot, and if it is touched by the other man’s cock, the man being mounted comes undone with pleasure.”
“And you, of all people, chose not to seek out and sample this secret and forbidden pleasure?”
“I also know that it is very, very painful. More pain than is had by a female virgin. I have no wish to feel such pain when I make love, nor give any pain to those I make love with. To me the idea seems…unnatural, my Lord.” He paused. “Is…is such what you mean to do to me, my Lord? Punish me with your cock? It is far too big, I will surely die from the pain such a manhood would cause. And since I am going to die, after all, I would much prefer you cut my throat, because that, at least, is quick.”
“This isn’t about what you would rather do, you little brat! You’ve become to used to always doing what you’d rather do. And yes, I am going to ‘punish you with my cock’ as you so charmingly put it. And yes, it will hurt. But the punishment will be worse than that, princeling, because I will make you crave the pain.” As Odysseus closes in, Sean wishes he knew whether the raw fear, anticipation and desire he sees in the honey-brown depths belong to Paris or Orlando.
Shite. I’ve taken this too far, I can’t stop…
Roughly, Sean took hold of Orlando’s wrists and turned the young man around so that they were behind his back, and pushed him against the wall. Overcome by carnal desire, Sean kissed Orlando’s neck from behind him. It is softer and warmer and sweeter than he has fantasized.
“Something tells me,” Orlando, or Paris, quipped as Sean groaned into his neck. “That this is less about my punishment and more about your pleasure.”
“That shall be for you to decide when we are finished.” Sean, without letting go of his captive, undressed Orlando carefully, stroking each inch of skin as he bared it. The blond felt that Orlando was partially aroused, so he coaxed him to hardness and delighted in the moaning he evoked. Thankfully, his cock was already well greased from the- difficulties he’d had earlier, and he slid into the young brit’s tightness.
“Ohh!” Orlando cried.
“Does that hurt?” Sean asked him immediately.
“A little. You’re so big, it feels so full.”
“Do you want me to-”
“No! No, just-” Orlando didn’t have to finish. Sean pulled out a bit and began to pump.
“Harder, Oh Gods, I beg you-” Orlando whimpered, sending Sean over the edge. He began to pump in and out much, much more fervently. He would have sworn he was hurting his poor, thinly-framed victim, but for the excessive moans and cries of pleasure Orlando gave every time Sean’s harness cored him.
“Have I found that weak spot, then?” he snarled, never breaking pace.
“You are my weak spot.” The boy half-sobbed candidly. At this, it was Sean who came undone, and, coincidentally, inside Orlando. For a moment, Sean was so overcome by the intensity of the orgasm that he forgot his companion was still in need of him. When he’d collected his thoughts, he took Orlando over to the bed, carrying him tenderly, and lay him down. He placed one large, warm hand around the younger man’s erection and began stroking him slowly, using the other hand to massage the tender flesh of Orlando’s balls, heavy in their need for release.
“S-Sean,” Orlando whispered, his naked body covered in sweat just as Sean’s was from their volley. Just as Sean thought to quicken the pace Orlando spilled himself all over Sean’s hand, and his own taut belly and chest. The sight of it nearly sent Sean’s cock into yet another frenzy. Too tired to discuss their tryst, the lovers fell directly to sleep.
~*~
Sean woke up to the sound of Orlando preparing to leave.
“Oi, Lad. Where you off too?”
“I- Back to my trailer.” He said shyly. He did not look at Sean, but the older man could tell tat he was unhappy.
“Listen, Orlando, about last night-”
“There’s nothing to discuss. I came because I wanted to know what your opinion of me was. I have my answer.”
“It wasn’t like that, Orlando, honestly! I’m…I’m sorry I was so backhanded about it. I’ve never had sex with another man before and I didn’t know what to do about how attractive you were to me the other day on set and-”
“You’ve never had sex with another man before?” Orlando demanded.
“No. And I won’t be having sex with another man.” Sean said. The statement caused Orlando to stiffen immediately.
“I am sorry to have been a disappointment, then.” He murmured, turning to leave once more. Sean grabbed his arm.
“Stay.” He commanded, then softened his tone. “What I meant was, I don’t want to have sex with a man other than you. And I know I don’t deserve the time of day but…at least let’s try it again? Just me and you, Sean and Orlando?”
Orlando made no verbal response, but allowed himself to be pulled back into strong arms.
Pairing(s):Sean/Orlando [Odysseus/Paris if you will]
Author: Beautiful_Ori
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pretend!Rape
Disclaimer: College Student
Summary: Sean Bean likes Orlando, especially while begging, and is pretty much a hypocrite. Sorry it took so long *hides*
You are an old bastard and you are going straight to hell.
~*~*~
Orlando placed his hand on his cheek, adorable in contemplation.
“Shall you pretend to be Hector then?” he asked.
“I don’t think that would be such a good idea, lad. Might be distracting. Perhaps it might be a helpful exercise for you to work on your characterization in a more…improvisational situation.”
“Oh. Okay. What did you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you just let me lead for a spell, I’ll be Odysseus, all right? Stay here.” He turned away from Orlando and went to get his sword. He wanted to put on his costume as well, not so much for affect as to hide…well…his other sword, and stifled a curse when he realized he did not have it. Thinking on his feet, Sean made himself a makeshift outfit out of a towel and a wifebeater and went back towards the kitchen.
Orlando giggled. Sean might have laughed along with him, but Odysseus was not amused.
“Something tickles you, boy?” He demands menacingly, thrusting the sword and holding it at Orlando’s inviting throat. Shocked, Orlando gasped into Paris.
“I…No. Excuse me, I-”
“Silence your lecherous tongue, princeling, until I bid you speak.” He snapped, pressing the sword a bit closer. Paris gasped, and nodded breathlessly. “Do you know who I am?”
“Y-You are Odysseus, King of Ithaca.” Paris said, bowing his head politely.
“Good. Then you should know, also, that when the Greeks were squabbling amongst themselves over Helen, I was the one who found a solution.”
“I have heard the tale…Majesty.” He added with another genuflection in the face of Odysseus’ stern and angry expression.
“I intend to find a solution to all this foolishness as well. And it seems now, with you at my mercy as you are, that it will be easier than I first surmised.”
“What…do you intend to do with me, my Lord Odysseus?” Paris asked. There was fear in his eyes, in his voice, in his posture and in the way he trembles, clasps his hands before him.
(The boy is really quite good, Sean thinks)
“Why, kill you, of course. That should appease Menelaus quite nicely. Or perhaps I might have you bound and presented to him still alive? Nay, I think not. That would deprive me the satisfaction of punishing you for taking me away from my wife!” He pulled back the sword, making ready to swing, and Paris dropped to his knees before Odysseus.
(Christ, yes, Sean nearly pants out loud.)
“What’s this? The little pup doesn’t think he deserves punishment!” Odysseus exclaimed scornfully, making the kneeling Paris wince.
“No, my Lord. It is true my brother is the finest of warriors, but to Trojan standards I am still very young and untried in the art of war. What honor would there be if you killed me when there is no chance I could even dream of defending myself against your skill?”
“Did you not persuade Helen to run here with your beauty and charms, by making love to her, and treating her amorously, like a lover does?”
“I did, my Lord, but I do not-”
“Well what honor was there in your doing that You have seen Menelaus. Why would you seduce his wife where there was no chance he could persuade her to choose him against your youth and Aphrodite’s obvious favor of you?” Paris blanched, then blushed.
“I had not thought of it in that manner, Majesty.”
“So you would now agree that punishment is in order?”
“I…suppose that I did act selfishly, but-but-” He looked up at Odysseus, almost in tears. “I beg of you, have mercy, your Majesty, on this foolish wretch. I did not mean for any of this to happen!” Paris clasped Odysseus ankles in supplication and whimpered piteously. After a few moments, Odysseus took his chin and forced him to look up.
“So, the little princeling fears death, does he?” Paris tried to look away. “Answer me!”
“Yes! Yes! I am afraid to die, my Lord. Please-”
“Hush! Now then, you are ashamed of this fear. But you are young, just a little puppy, after all. It is natural for you to fear death, because it is not natural for people to die so young. And you are right, I could not find any honor or pleasure in killing you.” At this, Paris placed a kiss reverently to one of his benefactors feet.
“Your mercy does not fall upon the ungrateful, my King.” He said humbly.
“Don’t thank me yet, boy. I said I wouldn’t kill you. Sometimes, that isn’t synonymous with mercy.” Paris’ shoulders slumped, and Odysseus could see the fear consume him again.
“I cannot hope to resist anything you might wish to do to me, my Lord. What is it you will?”
“Spear your tender flesh with my sword.”
“But my Lord, I thought you just said-”
“Not this sword,” he said, tossing the weapon away. “This one.” He disrobed, revealing his still rock-hard member.
“Oh!” Paris cried. “But, my Lord, you cannot mean…such is forbidden!”
“Perhaps in Troy, princeling, but not where I’m from.”
“But Majesty, I am-”
“Quite the lover, or so I hear.”
“Not…not in that regard, my Lord. With another man, I have never.”
“You, Paris of Troy, by all accounts the eagerest slut on any continent? I don’t believe a word of it, and I certainly do not appreciate your dishonesty. It is an insult to my intelligence.”
“I swear to you upon the life you just spared, my Lord Odysseus, I have never been touched by another man”
“You mean to tell me no man in Troy enjoys the company of another?”
“W-well…I…people have spoken of it. People who I suppose my have done it…” Paris said shyly.
“How quaint. Tell me what it is they told you happens?”
“Well… One man mounts another, and puts his cock into his anus, and takes him from behind as a man would with a woman from the front. And that it is very pleasurable for that man, because the anus is a very tight sheath.”
“Only pleasurable for the one who does the mounting, then, and not for the one who submits to being fucked?”
“I…well…I did overhear one of my cousins saying that for the submissive one…there is, deep inside, a weak spot, and if it is touched by the other man’s cock, the man being mounted comes undone with pleasure.”
“And you, of all people, chose not to seek out and sample this secret and forbidden pleasure?”
“I also know that it is very, very painful. More pain than is had by a female virgin. I have no wish to feel such pain when I make love, nor give any pain to those I make love with. To me the idea seems…unnatural, my Lord.” He paused. “Is…is such what you mean to do to me, my Lord? Punish me with your cock? It is far too big, I will surely die from the pain such a manhood would cause. And since I am going to die, after all, I would much prefer you cut my throat, because that, at least, is quick.”
“This isn’t about what you would rather do, you little brat! You’ve become to used to always doing what you’d rather do. And yes, I am going to ‘punish you with my cock’ as you so charmingly put it. And yes, it will hurt. But the punishment will be worse than that, princeling, because I will make you crave the pain.” As Odysseus closes in, Sean wishes he knew whether the raw fear, anticipation and desire he sees in the honey-brown depths belong to Paris or Orlando.
Shite. I’ve taken this too far, I can’t stop…
Roughly, Sean took hold of Orlando’s wrists and turned the young man around so that they were behind his back, and pushed him against the wall. Overcome by carnal desire, Sean kissed Orlando’s neck from behind him. It is softer and warmer and sweeter than he has fantasized.
“Something tells me,” Orlando, or Paris, quipped as Sean groaned into his neck. “That this is less about my punishment and more about your pleasure.”
“That shall be for you to decide when we are finished.” Sean, without letting go of his captive, undressed Orlando carefully, stroking each inch of skin as he bared it. The blond felt that Orlando was partially aroused, so he coaxed him to hardness and delighted in the moaning he evoked. Thankfully, his cock was already well greased from the- difficulties he’d had earlier, and he slid into the young brit’s tightness.
“Ohh!” Orlando cried.
“Does that hurt?” Sean asked him immediately.
“A little. You’re so big, it feels so full.”
“Do you want me to-”
“No! No, just-” Orlando didn’t have to finish. Sean pulled out a bit and began to pump.
“Harder, Oh Gods, I beg you-” Orlando whimpered, sending Sean over the edge. He began to pump in and out much, much more fervently. He would have sworn he was hurting his poor, thinly-framed victim, but for the excessive moans and cries of pleasure Orlando gave every time Sean’s harness cored him.
“Have I found that weak spot, then?” he snarled, never breaking pace.
“You are my weak spot.” The boy half-sobbed candidly. At this, it was Sean who came undone, and, coincidentally, inside Orlando. For a moment, Sean was so overcome by the intensity of the orgasm that he forgot his companion was still in need of him. When he’d collected his thoughts, he took Orlando over to the bed, carrying him tenderly, and lay him down. He placed one large, warm hand around the younger man’s erection and began stroking him slowly, using the other hand to massage the tender flesh of Orlando’s balls, heavy in their need for release.
“S-Sean,” Orlando whispered, his naked body covered in sweat just as Sean’s was from their volley. Just as Sean thought to quicken the pace Orlando spilled himself all over Sean’s hand, and his own taut belly and chest. The sight of it nearly sent Sean’s cock into yet another frenzy. Too tired to discuss their tryst, the lovers fell directly to sleep.
~*~
Sean woke up to the sound of Orlando preparing to leave.
“Oi, Lad. Where you off too?”
“I- Back to my trailer.” He said shyly. He did not look at Sean, but the older man could tell tat he was unhappy.
“Listen, Orlando, about last night-”
“There’s nothing to discuss. I came because I wanted to know what your opinion of me was. I have my answer.”
“It wasn’t like that, Orlando, honestly! I’m…I’m sorry I was so backhanded about it. I’ve never had sex with another man before and I didn’t know what to do about how attractive you were to me the other day on set and-”
“You’ve never had sex with another man before?” Orlando demanded.
“No. And I won’t be having sex with another man.” Sean said. The statement caused Orlando to stiffen immediately.
“I am sorry to have been a disappointment, then.” He murmured, turning to leave once more. Sean grabbed his arm.
“Stay.” He commanded, then softened his tone. “What I meant was, I don’t want to have sex with a man other than you. And I know I don’t deserve the time of day but…at least let’s try it again? Just me and you, Sean and Orlando?”
Orlando made no verbal response, but allowed himself to be pulled back into strong arms.