Part 13:

Orlando cried out as Sean thrust mightily into him, jerking his body back and 
forth. He did not think that it was possible for his legs to be spread any
farther apart. The man did not do this to find his own pleasure though, he took
this pace because it was what Orlando desired. The man would remain celibate for
the rest of his days if it would make Orlando happy. Orlando always marveled at
how even when Sean took him from behind, if Orlando so much as winced, the man 
would somehow sense it and stop to see if the youth was all right to continue. 

Orlando clutched the top of the table as tightly as possible, using it as a 
brace against the powerful thrusts. He gave a small cry when Sean’s thick cock 
stroked his pleasure deep inside him. He knew that such noises could get them 
caught, as much as they both enjoyed hearing them, and brought his hand to his 
mouth. The dark haired beauty bit his knuckle to try and stifle his moans and 
cries of pleasure. 

Sean kept a firm hold of Orlando’s hips, pulling him up to meet the rough 
thrusts that made the youth’s slender body bounce on impact. The little noises
his lover kept making merely drove him on. He reminded himself that the next 
day, the guests would be gone, and Orlando could go back to sneaking out of the
house at night and meeting Sean in the woods, where they could be as loud as 
they pleased. 

Orlando’s soft skin, silken hair and alluring scent drove Sean wild. The boy was
seduction made flesh, and Sean was willingly seduced. He leaned down and placed
lavish openmouthed kisses on Orlando’s belly, and then further up to his 
nipples. He suckled the dark coral disks as though he were a babe, knowing how 
much Orlando loved it. The boy was incredibly responsive. His nipples were a 
little larger than a man’s would normally be, and extremely sensitive. The 
beauty cried out and arched his beck in ecstasy as the blonde rolled one of the
tight buds between his teeth, while one of his hands worked its way before him 
and stroked the youth‘s velvet cock. 

Sean cupped his hands to support the boy’s arched back as he continued his 
ministrations, slowing his thrusts and making them more languid to accommodate 
the youth. Orlando let himself be held up by Sean and went limp in his hands, 
merely the top of his head still in contact with the table. He moaned as he let
his fingers twine in Sean’s dark blonde locks, clutching him to his breast to 
urge and hold him. “Oh Sean…” he moaned, rolling his hips into the man’s thrust.

In one fluid motion, Sean drew Orlando up against him, so that the boy straddled
him on the table. Orlando wound his arms about the man’s neck to bring their 
bodies together. Sean claimed the blushing petals of Orlando’s lips and the 
youth opened his honeyed mouth to receive the questing tongue. 

They came together, shuddering as they held each other close. Sean nestled his 
face in the crook of Orlando’s neck, reveling in the sweet scent there. He 
gently kissed the tender flesh there, and rubbed up and down the boy’s smooth 
back, letting his fingers touch the crude scar there. He loved that scar, for it
was a part of Orlando…it was yet another thing made him unique, and at the same
time reminded him that this ethereal beauty in his arms was mortal. He caressed
the youth’s back to sooth him from his powerful orgasm. “I love you Orlando…so 
very much.”

Orlando stroked the older man’s hair gently, kissing his temple with his swollen
lips. “I love you as well, Sean. But why do you speak as though we shall not see
each other again? Will we not be spending the evening together tomorrow as 
well?”

“Yes, my darling,” Sean assured him with a small smile, fondly brushing his 
fingers through Orlando’s short hair. It was only long enough to show the 
beginnings of the lush curls Orlando had often reminisced about. Sean cursed the
lice that had forced the boy’s mother to shave them off. He looked forward to 
the day when they would grow out again, and he would be able to run his fingers
through them too sooth the youth to sleep or in the heat of lovemaking. He 
softly kissed Orlando on his rosy lips and once again assured him that they 
would spend every evening together if it would please Orlando. The youth smiled
at the response and snuggled against the man, feeling his love’s strong arms 
wrap around him.

Sean kissed the top of Orlando’s head. “I simply do not speak the words often 
enough, considering how dear they are to me.” he said, his voice low and quiet.

“I love it when you say it,” Orlando admitted softly against Sean’s chest. 

Sean tipped Orlando’s face and tenderly kissed his right cheek. “You are my 
life,” he kissed the left cheek, “My air,” he kissed the youth’s forehead and 
then looked into his chocolate eyes. “And you are my one love, never to be 
forgotten or replaced.” He then claimed the soft mouth again in a sweet, gentle
kiss. Their lips ghosted over each other allowing them to share breath.

They sat quietly together for many moments, merely listening to the other 
breathe, and holding each other. Sean could feel the ring on Orlando’s finger, 
as the metal was cool against his exposed skin. The knowledge that Orlando never
removed the ring was one that filled his heart with warmth, and there very feel
of it made his spirits rise to the heavens. 

He would that this moment could last forever, but alas, all moments end.



Christopher Lee sadly watched as Ian climbed into his carriage with aid from the
Irish servant Colin that Christopher knew really wasn’t necessary. He did not 
want his friend and co conspirator to leave, as in his old age the one thing he
required around him was a companion. Sean would visit him and talk to him at 
night, but now his valiant grounds man was with Orlando, and the two spent many
hours together. Christopher wanted Ian around to fill his spare time with. 

He waved goodbye as he watched the carriage depart. Ian had waited for all the 
other guests to leave before he himself made his exit. He promised his friend 
that he would return in three weeks, and stay while he had some construction on
his house done. Christopher had taken this as enough and watched his lifelong 
friend leave the grounds, his valet Grant at his side. 

After raising his pipe to his lips and taking a puff, Lord Christopher Lee 
stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way into his large house, once 
again alone. 

Lord Viggo paced through the house. 

He had had no desire to bid the other guests farewell, and feigned a headache to
avoid them. He had no desire to be among anyone who had an ounce of cheer in 
them, nor anyone who had the privilege of leaving. 

Lord Mortensen cursed his decision to stay longer in that retched house. His 
pride had been given a severe wound, and all he wanted to do was go and lick it.
The rejection of the servant boy Orlando had just been too much of a shock…and 
he hated the feelings it evoked. 

He refused to question his own worth and allure. He knew he was a handsome man,
a fine catch. He was a Lord…a member of the elite, and that little slut had the 
audacity to choose another servant over him! He did not even know how he should
react to this rejection, ad not knowing that only served to fuel his rage. 

Mortensen needed a drink, and he needed one right then. 

The man made his way to the library to take liberties with Lord Lee’s ‘hidden 
stash.’ He threw the door open and made straight to the cabinet where it was 
kept. He removed the bottle and looked for a glass…considered it…and then merely
uncorked the bottle and took a hearty swig. The liquor burned down his throat 
and he relished it, immediately taking another gulp. He sat on one of the 
stuffed chairs placed against the wall and sulked.

A noise broke his sullen concentration, and Viggo looked up to see the door 
being opened again, this time propped by the person who entered. To the Lord’s
utter glee, it was none other than the pretty servant Orlando Bloom who entered
the library, two books in his arm.

He crossed the room without noticing Viggo in the corner, getting to his duties
of replacing the books in their proper place. The youth was so engrossed in his
task that he did not hear the man’s carpet muffled steps behind him. 

Orlando felt a man’s presence behind him, and then warm breath on his exposed 
neck. A firm hand caressed his back and then slid down to kneed his buttocks. 
Orlando moaned wantonly. “Sean…” he whispered, his voice heavy and low with 
passion.

“Who is Sean, lovely?”

Orlando cried out and whipped around, facing Viggo for the first time. “Sir!” 
he cried. “I did not know that it was you…what are you doing in here?” Orlando 
was trapped between the bookshelf and the man before him. He was unsure of how 
he would escape this awkward situation, but the look in Lord Viggo’s eyes 
indicated that he would not be escaping any time soon.

“You know, you are really an exquisite creature,” the man appraised, stroking a
finger down the down cheek of the youth. “You have indeed peeked my…interest. 
Does this please you, Orlando?”

Orlando was surprised at the man using his Christian name, and at the bluntness
of the statement. He had explained once before to the man that he was unable to
interact in such a manner with him, but the man seemed to pay him no mind. “I am
flattered that you find one of my stature intriguing…yet I do not know what 
interests you so…”

“You do not?” Viggo asked, leaning in. “Then I should like to demonstrate to 
you…” He leaned in to kiss the youth on his cherry lips, but Orlando ducked 
away. Lord Mortensen fought down a snarl as he grabbed Orlando by the wrist and
whipped him around. “I find it most intriguing that you are so accustomed to men
of prestige and breeding showing such interest in you that you are so 
ungrateful.”

“Forgive me sir if I do seem ungrateful to you, but I must again stress to you 
that I cannot accept you offer, no matter how generous it is.” Orlando tried to
keep the tremble in his voice down so as not to show his fear, but it was 
difficult with a man as intimidating as Lord Mortensen.

“Can not, or will not, my spirited stallion” Viggo asked with an uplifted 
eyebrow.

“I suppose a little of both,” Orlando said, instantly regretting the words when
he saw the anger in the man’s eyes.

“You dare reject me?” Viggo asked sharply, his voice deceptively quiet. “You 
dare reject a man so above you? A man that should deem to find a mere servant 
worthy of his time? What a very spoilt and disrespectful boy you are.”

“I am not spoilt sir, and I am trying my best to not be disrespectful. I merely
beg of you that you do not request such things of me.” Orlando eyes widened in 
endearment as he spoke the words.

The youth’s soft, pleading voice set fire to Viggo’s loins. “I would much rather
have you beg for other things,” he said, as he cupped the youth’s chin.

“Orlando?”

Both men whipped their heads over and Orlando almost cried out with relief when
he saw Sean standing in the doorway, a hammer and bag of nails in his hand. 

“Sean,” Orlando gasped, finally able to bow his head to Lord Mortensen and break
free of his clutches. He hurried over to Sean and the large man put a protective
arm at his waist. Sean did not like the frightened look in Orlando’s dark eyes
and quickly moved his gaze over to Lord Mortensen. He locked eyes with the man 
and met his predatory gaze and met it with one of his own. Lord Mortensen’s 
nostrils flared at such obvious challenge, but maintained his stance and 
dignity. 

“I need your help hanging some paintings, Orlando” Sean said to the youth, 
sliding his arm farther around the youth’s waist. 

“Of course,” Orlando said, his breath still slightly caught. “Good day, Lord 
Mortensen,” he said to the man standing by the bookshelves. 

Mortensen sneered at the pair. “Good day to you gentlemen. Carry on.”

As the two left Sean and Viggo locked eyes one last time, each taking into note
the countenance of his opponent.

So, this blonde ruffian servant had dared to challenge him and attempt to show 
him up in front of the lovely Orlando. They would see to whom the spoils would 
be rewarded, but Viggo was not a man to ever give in. He saw his new challenge 
before him…he wanted Orlando, and he would have him…but first he had to win him
from this man, and he had a mind as to how to do it.

Once again, he was looking forward to his nearing conversation with Lord Lee, 
very much so indeed…

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