SERIES: Favors

TITLE: Anything for Elijah

AUTHOR: Araliesse

RATING: NC17

PAIRING: EW/Other, Orlijah, Viggorli

CLASSIFICATION: Lord of the Rings RPS

FEEDBACK: If you take the time to read it, please send me an email with your comments.

SUMMARY: One night while out clubbing, Elijah begs Orli to help him with something, owing Orlando a favor in return.

TIMELINE: Occurs during filming in NZ.

DISCLAIMER: fiction -- an assumption of a possibility as a fact irrespective of the question of its truth.

ARCHIVE: Ringspell, CTB, Fabulae & ToL. Anyone else, please ask first.

LYRICS: Savage Garden's 'Violet' -- yeah, Lij's eyes are blue, but they're SO blue they remind me of violets.

For Kaytee & Miri because this story would never have been finished without those counseling sessions. For ainm, because you're -not- a bitch, and you wanted Dom to wipe his mouth. *eg* Feel better, pet!

Anything for Elijah
by Araliesse

I've got a dream to take you over
Exploding like a supernova
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie
~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~


"Since when do they play swing at pop clubs?" Sean asked the hobbit and elf, his fellow table occupants.

"Maybe it's scchwing night or we hit the wrong club?" Billy answered, his words a bit slurred due to slight inebriation. He leaned forward, trying to focus on the crowded dance floor. "Issh that what they're doing, then? Hhrm. I dinna know Dommie knew how to scchwing."

"He doesn't. Lij apparently does, though," Orlando noted, his eyes on the couple. Elijah definitely knew the moves. Unfortunately, Sblommie was crucifying the intention of the dance. The trio at the table laughed in hysterics as Lij spun Dom away from him then moved to reel him back in.
Dom's body continued spinning, sadly enough, and he ended up in a pile of dancers on the floor. Lij stilled his own hysterics long enough to reach out a hand to his friend. Lij was promptly pulled into the midst of the other bodies, Dominic planting a sloppy, wet kiss on Lij's unsuspecting lips.

Before Lij could react, Dom had jumped to his feet and was heading from the dance floor back to his mates. He scooted Billy over as he moved into the booth, grabbed Orli's mug of beer, and downed its remaining contents before anyone could protest.

"You're welcome," Orlando replied as Dom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before giving the glass back.

"Thanks, mate," Dom said, then leaned back against the booth, stretching his arms on either side. One arm slipped around Billy's shoulder as he also leaned back against the booth.

"Thought you were going to keep him on a leash tonight, Seanie," Dom asked as he nodded in Elijah's direction.

"Heh, well, you know Lij. He's better left unleashed than leashed."

Billy's eyes popped open, the corners of his mouth lifted as he grinned. "Is he, now? Got a tale to share with your mates then?"

"What?" Astin replied innocently.

Orli nudged Sean in the ribs, urging him on. "Come on, Astin. Everyone knows the boy's got it hot for you. Don't tell me you've not been held captive by his 'guiling ways yet?"

"You've got the wrong idea, boys. No captivity going on here, okay?" Sean held up his left hand defiantly. "Married man and all, remember?"

Billy and Dom smiled at each other, sharing a knowing look. "Right, whatever you say, mate!" Dommie looked back at the floor. "Jesus, will ya look at the lit'l flirt? 's already got himself another playmate. Really, this is getting downright embarrassing."

Orlando spared a glance back at the dance floor to see what the fuss was about. Elijah had indeed found another playmate, and they were obviously enjoying each other's company very much. Elijah and his new friend were bouncing up and down among the throng of other dancers, but their bodies were pressed so closely together it was difficult to tell where one form began and the other ended.

Except that Lij's hair was dark and short, and his new friend's was shoulder-length and blond. And, Orlando realized as he continued his critical viewing, Elijah wasn't a male prostitute. The rent boy was singled out with ease, from the tight leather pants to the blue silk shirt, everything about him screamed, 'Rent me!'" I should know, I played one, Orli mused. He wondered briefly if Lij even knew whom he was bumping and grinding with, but decided to let it be. It was just innocent play right now. No need stirring up unnecessary trouble.

He stood, suddenly thirsty. " 'nother round, mates?"

"Aye! Another round it is."

"What's the matter, Orli?" Dom queried, nudging Billy in the ribs. "You're not jealous of Lijah's new friend now, are ya?" He and Billy snickered. Sean downed his beer.

Orli's eyes lit up as he laughed. "Not half as jealous as I am of Elijah!"

Not even Sean could keep from laughing as Orlando walked away, more from Dom and Billy's hysterics than Orli's reply.

Elijah looked up as he saw his friend leave their table. "Orli! You're not leaving, are you?"

Orlando waved him off, holding up the empty pitcher of beer to signal his destination. Elijah smiled in return, then continued his bump and grind routine. As he routed back to the hobbit-elf table after placing the order for another round, Lij surprisingly disengaged himself from his partner and ran to Orli's side.

"Enjoying yourself, Lij?"

Elijah's smile lit up the room. "Yeah, he's great, isn't he? Wonderful dancer." The younger man waved back at his friend, who was trying to seduce him back to the dance floor.

"I can see that," Orli obliged so as not to hurt Lij's feelings. He personally could do a better dance routine himself. Mentally thwapping himself for even thinking of doing his own bump and grind with Elijah, Orlando tried to politely pull from Lij's hold on his arm.

"Not as good as you are, though. Why don't you come out with us? Come dance with me, Orlando. Please?"

"Elijah, I --" Orli started to protest, then saw the hopeful look in his friend's eyes.

"Please, Orli? I'd much rather dance with you anyway."

Orlando tried not to let Elijah's innocent act sway him. He knew better than anyone how to play the meek part to get what he wanted. "You're doing fine without me, mate. Go on, enjoy yourself." Orlando nodded at the dance floor. When Lij hesitated, Orlando literally pushed him back toward the throng of dancers. Elijah simply took up where he'd left off, seemingly unaffected by Orlando's rejection.

"Orrrrli, come and dance with me. Orrrrli . . . " Dom teased his friend as Orlando slipped back into the booth. He kicked his foot at Orli's leg. "What's wrong with you tonight, mate?"

"Yeah, 'lando. 'smatter, you an' Veeego have a fight?" Billy needled Orlando.

"Yeah, where is the old geezer tonight?" Sean asked.

"We didn't have a fight. He's playing poker with the other geezers tonight."

"What? Poker and they didn't invite us?" Dom sobered.

Billy pounded his fist on the table in mock anger. "Weeell, that was mighty rude o' them, now wasn't it!"

Sean had allowed himself to enjoy the night out for a change and was quite smashed. Slamming his beer mug down on the table, he actually made Orli jump.

"Damn right it was, Billy! What? We hobbits aren't good enough for them?"

"Guys, it's no big deal. It's just a card game between a bunch of old blokes."

"JEST a card game, he says . . . . " Billy and the others continued bantering, griping about the sheer rudeness of their other cast members.

Orlando decided to tune them out. He wasn't quite sure what was his problem. He just felt a bit off, and wanted to be the brooder instead of the life of the party for a change.

"Orli!" A breathless Elijah was suddenly at his side, his blond friend standing a few feet away from them.

"Lijah. What's up?"

"Can I talk to you about something? I need to ask a favor."

Orlando started to protest, but the gleam in his friend's wide eyes kept him from saying no. "Okay."

"Great!"

Before Orli could tell the others he'd be back briefly, Elijah had pulled him from the booth. He followed the other two back toward the restrooms where the music wasn't so loud and they could talk without yelling.

"All right then, what's up?"

Elijah looked around to make sure no one had followed them, then leaned in close to Orlando and whispered in his ear.

It took a moment for Elijah's words to register. Once they did, Orli couldn't decide if he should be shocked or laugh his ass off.

"Elijah, this is insane!"

If possible, Elijah's face beamed even brighter as he smiled. "It is, isn't it? It's crazy."

"You're serious?"

"Fucking serious!"

"Lij, what if -- what about your mum?" Orlando pulled at everything he could think of to change Elijah's mind. "What if you get caught? Do you really want to pull a Hugh Grant? Peter will have your head if this gets out!"

"First off, Mom would just yell at me and say how disappointed she is in me, whatever. Secondly, no one's going to find out, Orli. That's why you're here -- to keep watch."

"Lij, he's a rent boy. A prostitute." Orli looked up at the blond. "No offense, mate."

The blond simply waved him off. "No problem."

"Orli, please? I've never done this before and I really want to."

Orlando knew he was screwed. How could anyone possibly say no to Elijah Wood and those eyes?

"Fuck," Orli muttered, running a hand through his hair. He was not going to do this. It was insane, stupid, an act begging for trouble. "Fine. I'll do it. Just -- just find someplace else, some place more private. This is too open here."

Lij leaned up and kissed Orli's cheek. "Thanks, mate. I owe you one."

As Elijah bounced down the hall with his friend in search of a private corner, Orlando watched them, wondering if he had just made the worst decision of his life. He reasoned that the worst decision would have been leaving Elijah uncovered and potentially exposed to any press hounds that might be cruising the club.

Having found a small, low-lit room away from the busy bathrooms, Elijah and the blond made no hesitation pouncing on each other, kissing, groping, twisting, turning, and ending up against the wall. Orli stood guard at the doorway, his back against the doorframe. Had there been a door for the room, he would have closed it to give the two more privacy. But there wasn't a door, so Orli began humming a tune in his head, going to a 'happy' place to drown out the noises coming from within the room.

He went through his lines for the next day's shoot, playing out the scene he would be filming in his mind. The moans and sighs coming from the room began to have their effect on him, and Orli could feel his cock hardening despite his attempts to think of anything except what was going on. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the doorframe. He took a deep breath, then decided against his better judgement to take a peek. Just a peek to make sure everything was okay, that Lij was fine. That's all.

Orli turned his head to the right, opened his eyes and inhaled sharply. The blond knelt in front of Lij, his hands gripped firmly on Lij's hips, mouth wrapped around his cock. Lij's head was thrown back against the wall as the blond sucked him expertly.

Orli's breath was taken away when he realized that Lij was watching him. What Orlando saw in the sapphire orbs was pure lust, completely feral. And it was all directed at him. He squelched the fleeting thought that Lij could possibly want him. Had he missed something somewhere along the lines? Some hint that Lij was interested in him? Not that it mattered -- he was with Viggo, and Lij knew it, respected their relationship.

Even as Lij neared his release, gripping the blond's shoulders as his thrusts became more fervent, he did not remove his gaze from Orli's. Orlando finally turned away as Lij came, unable to watch any longer, already feeling quite the voyeur. He had a pressing need of his own now, no thanks to Lij, and it was only becoming more uncomfortable by the second. The second Lij took care of his debt, he was going to be off to the bathroom for a quick wank. There was no way he'd be able to walk back out to the club without taking care of his hard-on first. He could barely stand straight as it was.

Orli moved out of the way as the blond moved past him and out the door.

"Thanks, mate."

"Umm, yeah. Sure." Orli couldn't help but blush, having just witnessed one of his closest friends getting a professional blowjob.

Orlando looked back into the room to check on Lij once more before heading back to the others. Still leaning against the wall, Elijah lit a cigarette. He took a long drag, closing his eyes as he exhaled.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna go catch up with the others, Lij. You okay here?"

"You sure you wanna do that, Orli?"

"What?"

"Go back out there."

"The others will be wondering what happened to us if we don't. Sean -- "

"Sean is probably dead drunk already, just like Dom and Billy. They won't even notice we're missing." Elijah pushed away from the wall and slowly approached Orlando.

Orli recognized the feral look in Lij's eyes from earlier and took a step backward, almost defensively.

Elijah flicked the cigarette away as he stepped up to Orlando, who had now backed up against the wall.

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing, mate?"

"Don't you remember, Orli? I promised you something."

"No you didn't."

"Yes, I did. I owe you a favor."

"I don't *need* anything, Lij. I'm fine."

Orli couldn't help but bucking as Lij suddenly cupped his crotch.

"That's funny, cuz you seem to feel like you need a little help with this." Lij ran his thumb hard along Orli's cock. Orli couldn't help but moan in response.

"Lij, don't ...."

"Don't what, Orli?" Elijah asked as he draped an arm around Orli's waist, pulling him close.

He leaned in, breathing in Orli's scent, flicking his tongue across the hollow of Orli's neck.

"Lij, please, don't do this."

Orlando hissed as Elijah's tongue continued tracing a path over his neck. He closed his eyes, his head falling backward to allow Lij more room to explore. He knew watching Lij get sucked off had been a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. And now he was paying for it.

When Lij flicked open the button on his jeans, Orlando's brain finally kicked in and he put a hand on Lij's, stopping him.

"No."

Lij pulled back, uncertainty filling his eyes. "Why?" he questioned, his voice husky with desire. "You want this, Orli. You can't lie to me. I can *feel* how much you want it."

"Bloody right I want it, Lij. But not like this. This is wrong, you have to know it's wrong."

"Because of Viggo."

"Yes."

"But this isn't about Viggo, Orli. I'm simply repaying a favor. That's all."

"It's more than just that, Elijah. That look, before. Why were you watching me while he got you off? What was that all about?"

Elijah's laugh was bitter, and Orlando wasn't sure how to take it.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

"Come on, Orlando, I know you're not stupid. You've seen me watching you before."

"Not like this, Lij. This was different and you know it."

"You're right. It *was* different."

"I want to know why, Lij. No more games."

"Haven't you ever wondered, Orli? Wondered what it'd be like? The two of us? Together?"

Orlando swallowed hard. He knew this was the way things were headed, but even so, he wasn't prepared to answer for himself.

"I .... Maybe."

"Yes or no, Orlando. No maybes."

"Yes." Orlando cursed himself.

Elijah smirked. "I thought so."

"But that doesn't mean we can do this."

"It doesn't mean we can't, either."

Orlando turned away, unable to look at Elijah any longer.

"Orli, look at me," Lij demanded. Orlando refused to comply, forcing Lij to turn Orli's head back himself. "Look at me."

Orlando opened his eyes, finding himself locked in Lij's smoldering gaze.

"That's better." Elijah put his hands on Orlando's shoulders, pinning him against the wall. "Now, why don't we just simplify all of this, okay?"

Orlando nodded, knowing he'd eventually give in to Elijah. He always gave in to Elijah. It's what got him to this point in the first place.

"Fine, then. Simplify."

Elijah smirked, satisfied that Orlando has finally seen the light. His grip on Orli's shoulders loosened as he slipped one hand back down to the waistband of Orli's jeans.

"I'm simply repaying a favor, Orlando. That's all. Just forget about everything else, Orli. Okay? Forget about Viggo, forget about us. Just let me do this. Let me do this for you."

Before Orlando can respond, Lij slipped his hand into his pants, under his boxers, pushing his fingers hard against Orli's cock. He took his time as he slid them over the length, teasing his friend.

He chuckled as Orli gasped at the touch, his cock twitching in response. "That's it, Orli. Let go. I want to hear you let go. I want to feel you let go. I want to watch you let go, Orli, just like you watched me."

Orlando moaned in response to Lij's words, flattening his palms against the wall as Lij knelt before him.

Orlando's pants and boxers were swiftly pushed down over his slender hips, down his legs to the floor. He looked down just as Lij flicked out his tongue, teasing the head of his cock, and nearly came at the sight.

Orli gasped as Elijah took him into his mouth. Warm, moist, welcoming -- everything Orlando expected and more. Lij smiled around Orli's cock as his friend began muttering inarticulate responses to Lij's sucking, licking, nipping. He moved a hand to cup Orli's balls, kneading them as his oral onslaught continued.

Orlando threaded his fingers through Elijah's hair, pulling tightly on the spiky strands as his body tensed, nearing his climax. He wasn't sure what had brought on Elijah's insistence at repaying his favor this way, but he the moment Lij had taken him into his mouth, Orlando decided he wasn't going to complain. Elijah's mouth was a gift from heaven, and anyone who'd ever been at the mercy of his mouth should thank their maker, Orli thought.