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rawiyaparand and sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderfulsurreality_fan Much ♥
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monaboyd and all_sensation
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Dom's song is Push by Sarah Maclahclan which can be found Here
Billy's song is To Make you feel my love by Garth Brooks which can be found Here
The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
~*~
The morning sun streamed through the large windows, a warm breeze blowing the white curtains open. Elijah rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying unsuccessfully to hide his face from the ray of light hitting his face. He stretched languidly and rolled…off the couch with a thump.
"Shit," he swore, rubbing his backside. He cocked his head and listened for any noise coming from the house. "Bastards went surfing without me," he grumbled heading to the bathroom.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened Dom's room door slightly, peering at the jumble of intertwined limbs on the bed. He pulled the door closed and continued down the hallway. Viggo's door was slightly opened and Elijah had to cover his mouth to stifle his gasp.
"Well isn't this just great!" He muttered, eyes turning green with jealousy. Viggo lay on his back, Orlando sprawled on top of him.
Without thinking he stormed into the room and whacked Orlando across the back of the leg.
“What the fuck are you doing asshole?” he hissed at Orli. “Just because the two of them are happy you think you’d like to try it out, with the king no less.
“Morning Ringbearer.” Viggo spoke softly, ominously his arms tightening on the elf that lay draped semi conscious across his body.
"Get off the bed, Orlando." Elijah's voice dripped with anger. Orlando opened his sleep-filled eyes to look at Elijah, then, without saying a word, covered his head with the blanket and went back to sleep.
Elijah's fists tightened and he raised his hand to hit the sleeping figure. "Elijah," Viggo's calm voiced cut through Elijah's anger and he lowered his arm sheepishly. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"I'm not going to be the fifth wheel! I refuse to stay here and be the odd man out in this little love-in!" His cheeks flushed with annoyance and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
“Love in?” Viggo raised his eyebrow as he slid out from under Orlando and stood, clad in his boxer shorts he grabbed Elijah by the shoulder and pushed him out of the room. Marching him down to the living room so that they could talk without waking the others he turned him to look at him. “Ringbearer, what is your biggest problem here? Is it because you think you’ll feel awkward in that situation? Which I might add, perhaps you should look more closely because all is not as it seems to you I can assure you.” He paused to take a breath and attempt to control the anger he was feeling. “Or is it because you’re jealous. You want to be able to do the things you are imagining the Elf and I have done but you’re too afraid to try?”
"Jealous? I'm not jealous!" Elijah sat down on the sofa, knees bouncing, then stood up and stalked around the room.
"And I don't want to try the things that you said. No way! I'll have you know that I'm 100% heterosexual. I like girls…women!"
"Elijah…" Viggo started, sitting on the arm of the sofa.
"I'm not gay. I'm not. I don't like guys. Not in that way. And I don't want to try anything with any man ever. And I'm not afraid either." Running out of steam, Elijah fell into the oversized chair, blue eyes glaring at Viggo.
"I think the hobbit doth protest too much," Viggo stated simply once Elijah had worn himself out.
“I do not.” Elijah growled “I am not turned on by anything I see here; I like girls King, not hobbits, not elves and certainly not men. I don’t want to know what’s going on between any of you and I sure as hell don’t want to be constantly turned on by hearing it. I want to be and I am, happy for all of you if that’s what you want but I swear I’m sick of being horny because all I hear and see is men fucking….almost fucking….Christ Vig you know what I mean.” He paused his blue eyes huge and luminous. “Orli wasn’t…..hasn’t….didn’t……fuck.” he spat “He’s caught the gay thing, bi thing, god only knows what it is, I like girls Vig.” He sank onto the lounge chair completely out of steam.
Viggo listened to Elijah's rant, index finger tapping gently on his mouth. Once Elijah had finished, Viggo remained silent for a few moments, before speaking softly. "I can assure you, Orlando hasn't 'caught' anything. Sexuality isn't something that you catch. I personally don't think we should limit ourselves to loving someone based on their gender. But if you wish to remain exclusively heterosexual, that's your choice."
Viggo leaned back, apparently pleased with himself. He then raised his finger as if he had remembered something. "There's just one thing…Sean Bean is the straightest man I know. He once spent a weekend with Ian and his then boy-toy. At the end of the weekend, 'horny' wasn't the word that he used to describe his feelings after having to listen to the two copulate the entire time."
“I know it’s not catching.” He sighed “I know that, but it’s damned confusing, even knowing that they were so in love for so long then seeing them actually being able to express it like that. I haven’t seen that even in het couples, not like they’ve got.” He paused “I want what they’ve got, I’ve never even come close, I can’t help but think that maybe I should try it.”
“Sexual experimentation is not something that you should be either ashamed or afraid of Ringbearer.” Viggo murmured softly.
“I know, but when I saw Orli in your bed I got angry okay, I can’t explain why, I just did and I’m sorry alright?”
“No apology necessary Elijah.” He stated.
“So, Beanie? What did he say?” Elijah asked wearily.
"He was a bit squeaked by the shear number of times they did things. He was disturbed by the sounds that were coming from the room." Viggo laughed recalling Sean's frantic phone call at three in the morning. "He was happy that Ian was happy. He was a lot of things, Elijah, but aroused was never one of them."
Elijah sighed and slumped further into the chair. "So, does that mean I'm gay? I mean, since hearing two guys go at turns me on?"
Viggo chuckled, shaking his head. "No. Maybe. Yes. Who knows? There's no need to define your sexuality at this very moment, Elijah. It's okay to kiss a guy to see if you like it, and it's okay to realize that you'd much rather kiss girls."
Viggo stood up and walked over him, kneeling down in front of him. "Orlando needed a friend last night. I've got two shoulders and a big bed, in case you ever need one yourself."
“Did you two……?” Elijah asked softly his eyes downcast not completely sure he wanted to know but he had to ask.
“Would it disturb you if we did?” Viggo raised one brow in question.
“No…Yes….I don’t know.” He sighed “Is that a yes?”
“No. It’s a no. Orlando and I did not make love.” Viggo replied. “He was feeling a little emotional and needed a friend with a cuddle. I was there, as I am sure you would have been.”
“Can I ask you something Viggo?” Elijah still looked steadfastly at the ground.
“Anything you wish young ringbearer.” Viggo replied instantly
“Would you kiss me?” he looked up wide eyed into Viggo’s face.
Viggo stared at Elijah and the blue-eyed boy quickly dropped his gaze. "It's okay, Vig. Never mind…" His words were cut off by a finger pressing against his lips, and looking up, he saw Viggo's face drawing nearer to his.
Viggo watched as Elijah's eyelids fluttered closed before he pressed their lips together. His fingers threaded through the dyed-black hair, holding his head in place as he deepened the kiss. His tongue then snaked out, licking the seam of the younger man's lips, waiting for permission to enter. He felt the younger man moan, opening his mouth slightly, allowing Viggo to slip his tongue inside.
Elijah opened his mouth wider at the feeling of Viggo's tongue stroking his. This wasn't anything like kissing a girl. It was harder, and hotter, and if he listened the small voice in the back of his mind, better. The need for oxygen forced them apart, and Elijah's shallow gasps for air filled the room.
Viggo wiped the corner of his mouth looking at the boy in front of him. Elijah's pupils were dilated, his skin flushed, and his lips swollen and red.
"I…I…" stammered Elijah, breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Should help me make breakfast," Viggo volunteered standing and walking towards the kitchen.
Elijah let his fingers trail across his kiss swollen lips, his eyes unfocussed as he stared into nothingness. Long minutes passed before he shook himself out of his reverie. Standing he followed Viggo’s path into the kitchen one thought on his mind. As he entered the room, he stopped in the doorway, watching. Viggo was assembling a tray of fresh and sweet smelling fruit.
“You can come closer ringbearer.” Viggo murmured not looking at him “I don’t bite.”
“Maybe you should.” Elijah spoke softly as he walked closer, leaning against the counter briefly he lifted himself up to sit on the draining board, his eyes never leaving Viggo.
Viggo turned and looked at him. “Was it all you expected?” he asked nonchalantly.
Elijah nodded, holding Viggo’s gaze as he bit into a juicy strawberry.
Viggo reached out with one hand and pressed the strawberry to Elijah’s lips, painting his lower lip with its sweet juice.
“I want to kiss you now.” Elijah whispered as his sharp teeth bit into the flesh of the fruit.
Viggo leaned in and licked the red trail of juice that ran down Elijah's chin, swiping his tongue over the full red bottom lip.
"You kissed me in the living room," Viggo said a small smile beginning to form on his face. He went to step back, only to find Elijah's legs wrapped around his waist.
"No, you kissed me," clarified Elijah, one hand running tentatively over Viggo's chest. "Now, I want to return the favour."
Viggo looked down at the small hand on his chest, long fingers with bitten-off finger nails moving slowly towards his nipple. "Why?" Viggo asked quietly, looking back up into large, blue eyes.
Elijah’s fingers flicked across his nipple his nails, brushing across them slowly. “Because I want to?” he answered huskily.
“Want is not enough young hobbit.” Viggo replied enigmatically “Want alone will only leave you hurt.”
“Then how about I need to see if it feels the same when I’m the one doing the driving.” Elijah whispered as he leaned forward to press his open mouth on the corner of Viggo’s lips.
“Want and need alone will hurt you badly. Kisses, ringbearer, are the most intimate of physical acts, don’t forget that.”
“Can’t I just kiss you?” he almost whimpered against Viggo’s bottom lip.
“Certainly.” He answered his voice low and breathy. “Just know that not idly should you share such intimate knowledge unless you are certain.”
“Oh, I’m certain.” Elijah whispered as he closed his lips over Viggo’s.
This time it was Elijah who took control, placing his arms around the older man's neck and pulling him closer. Elijah could feel the heat from Viggo's chest seeping through his thin shirt, and when the older man placed his large hands on his hips, Elijah thought that he would burst into flames.
Elijah tilted his head more, biting down on Viggo's lip. His tongue pushed aggressively into the Dane's mouth, which opened almost immediately for him. Not one to be submissive for too long, Viggo's and Elijah's tongues fought for dominance, tangling and twisting over each other.
Viggo's grip tightened and Elijah moaned low and deep in his throat. The need for oxygen soon became crucial, and Elijah pulled back regrettably, his head thumping on the cabinet. His chest heaved as he sat there, open-mouthed, filling his lungs with air.
Viggo looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, Master Hobbit?"
Elijah gasped in deep breaths, his fingers moving to trace Viggo’s swollen bottom lip before looking up into his King’s eyes.
“I think.” He whispered as he leaned forward, his words drifting across Viggo’s lips “that further investigation is warranted.” He pressed his open mouth against Viggo’s, his tongue immediately seeking entrance to trace across the Dane’s teeth and dance with his agile tongue.
Elijah scooted forward on the draining board and opened his legs wider only to close them tightly around Viggo’s hips and pull him closer, his feet crossing behind Viggo’s back. His hands moved to slide up and down his back, Viggo’s own hands pressed flat against the stainless steel counter framing Elijah’s hips.
Viggo's back muscles contracted and relaxed under Elijah's fingers. He felt the younger man shift again, and then the unmistakable feeling of a hardening erection pressing against his side. He lifted his hands to cup the cherub face, withdrawing his tongue, and finally his lips.
"Investigation concluded. What say your findings?" Viggo asked, placing his hands high on Elijah's thighs and massage the muscles there.
Elijah sighed into the touched, wishing that Viggo would move his hands just a little higher. "I…I liked it," he said blushing furiously now. "I'd like to do it again."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Viggo bowed slightly and unwrapped Elijah's legs from his waist.
"And I'm sure you'll find someone who would be thrilled to spend their mornings kissing you," he said moving to the fridge, not noticing the frown that formed on the younger man's lips.
“You don’t want to kiss me?” Elijah frowned.
“To the contrary master hobbit, I find you eminently kissable, however, and I don’t wish for you to mistake my intention here.” He paused cupping Elijah’s downcast chin and tilting his face to look into the young man’s eyes. “I explained to you did I not that kissing is the ultimate, most intimate of acts?”
Elijah nodded quickly his eyes closing as he did.
“Look at me Elijah.” Viggo ordered softly, waiting silently until Elijah’s liquid blue eyes opened.
“I do not yet believe that you are ready to go where further investigation would lead us.” He brushed his fingers gently against Elijah’s erection as he spoke, eliciting a gasp from the Ringbearer. “Sex is an expression of love, perhaps the ultimate expression of physical love; this is not what we both seek. Whilst I am in no way disparaging the love we feel for each other, as I am sure it is there, I see it in your eyes even as I speak, to consummate your ‘investigation’ would only hurt the both of us and possibly even our friendship. This is not something I am willing to do.”
Elijah bit his lip and nodded in understanding. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, suddenly embarrassed as to what had just occurred.
"None of those now," Viggo scolded, wiping away the few drops that had escaped. "Tears would mean regret, something that I would take particular offence to. And no apologies."
"I'm sor..." Elijah had begun, stopping at Viggo's words. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," Viggo smiled and went back to looking for breakfast ingredients in the fridge. "Pardon?" He turned his head and looked at Elijah, not having heard what the younger man had said.
"Um…nothing…I just said that you're a really good kisser," Elijah mumbled, face coloring quickly.
“Am I interrupting something?” a slightly amused voice spoke from the other side of the kitchen.
“Dominic.” Viggo moved quickly to his side and placed a wet kiss on his forehead. “Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I can remember ever sleeping before.” Dom smiled briefly before it faded. “Which I guess isn’t saying that much is it?”
“And the evening lived up to your expectations?” Viggo quirked an eyebrow at him.
“More than I could ever have imagined or expected.” He spoke, his voice dreamy, almost glowing as he remembered. “Vig, it was absolutely amazing.” He sighed.
Elijah levered himself off the bench top and walked over to Dom, a wide smile on his face. “Not that I’m not happy for you two Dom.” He spoke “I’m outta here before I get all the juicy details.” He kissed Dom’s cheek and hugged him gently before walking out.
“I’m sorry Vig.” Dom spoke softly “I only came out for a glass of juice. There’s a limit to the amount of water one person can drink.” He shrugged.
"Excuse him; he's a bit confused about some things at the moment, but it will all work out."
Viggo pulled out a carton of orange juice, and indicating for Dom to sit down, brought two glasses to the table.
"So, last night was memorable?" he asked with a smile, pushing a full glass of juice towards his companion.
Dom took a long drink, eyes glazing over as he though of the previous night. "It was incredible, Viggo," he said dreamily, waking up from his brief daydream. "It was the most intense experience of my life."
"He wanted me to make love to him. Me! The fact that he trusted me enough, wanted me enough…I can't begin to tell you how much I love him, Viggo."
“He has loved you with every fibre of his being since the very first moment you both met. We all knew how the two of you felt long before you ever admitted it to each other.”
Dom took a long drink of his juice. “It was so beautiful Vig, so very beautiful. I know it’s a strange thing to say but it’s almost like it was the first time, for both of us.”
“Maybe it was in a strange sort of way.” Viggo murmured. “Maybe this is a new beginning for the both of you.”
“No.” Dom sighed “See I’m not making any sense am I. I have no memories of before, but it’s like it’s a memory that’s not a memory. Like my memories know that what we did last night was completely new, but my mind knows that it’s not because we are so in love and so perfect together that in here.” He pressed his hand over his chest “I know that we have always been together.” He growled in frustration. “When I first woke up I knew that we were lovers, I knew that more clearly than I knew my own mind. “But last night was so perfect and so new and so incredibly special I know that I have never experienced that before.”
"Who's to say that you haven't," Viggo asked. He walked to the sink, placing his empty glass inside.
"What do mean?" Dom said slightly baffled.
"Last night could have been the first night for you to make love to Billy," Viggo said while he prepared a pot of coffee. "That could perhaps explain why everything felt so new to you."
"Hmm. Maybe that's it." Dom rested his elbow on the table and cradled his cheek in his hand. Although Viggo's explanation made sense, he knew it wasn't the correct one.
"You know," he looked up at Viggo, "I've always just assumed that we were having sex. But maybe we hadn't gone all the way yet, and maybe that's why it felt so new and special; because it was."
Viggo cocked his head, choosing to remain silent and let Dominic finish his thought.
"We could have decided to take things slow. I don't remember if I've ever been in with another man; maybe Billy didn't want to rush me. Perhaps our dating was still in its early stages. God, I don't even know how long we've been dating."
“If you were to listen to you heart I’m sure it would tell you that you’ve been lovers for six years.” Viggo spoke “I cannot say for sure how long you have partaken in the physical expression of that love. Only Billy can do that.” He nodded sagely as he poured another glass and pushed it toward Dom. “I think you should be there when he wakes….you know he’s going to worry if you’re not there.” Viggo advised
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Dom stated plainly lifting his glass and the second and with a broad wink left the room and made his way back to the bedroom.
Authors:
rawiyaparand and sassywitch Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful
surreality_fan Much ♥Archiving:
all_sensation and glasgowhobbit , any others please ask firstFeedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Header Art: Our wonderful header was created by
loki_girl Crossposted: to
monaboyd and all_sensationDisclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Dom's song is Push by Sarah Maclahclan which can be found Here
Billy's song is To Make you feel my love by Garth Brooks which can be found Here
The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
~*~
The morning sun streamed through the large windows, a warm breeze blowing the white curtains open. Elijah rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying unsuccessfully to hide his face from the ray of light hitting his face. He stretched languidly and rolled…off the couch with a thump.
"Shit," he swore, rubbing his backside. He cocked his head and listened for any noise coming from the house. "Bastards went surfing without me," he grumbled heading to the bathroom.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened Dom's room door slightly, peering at the jumble of intertwined limbs on the bed. He pulled the door closed and continued down the hallway. Viggo's door was slightly opened and Elijah had to cover his mouth to stifle his gasp.
"Well isn't this just great!" He muttered, eyes turning green with jealousy. Viggo lay on his back, Orlando sprawled on top of him.
Without thinking he stormed into the room and whacked Orlando across the back of the leg.
“What the fuck are you doing asshole?” he hissed at Orli. “Just because the two of them are happy you think you’d like to try it out, with the king no less.
“Morning Ringbearer.” Viggo spoke softly, ominously his arms tightening on the elf that lay draped semi conscious across his body.
"Get off the bed, Orlando." Elijah's voice dripped with anger. Orlando opened his sleep-filled eyes to look at Elijah, then, without saying a word, covered his head with the blanket and went back to sleep.
Elijah's fists tightened and he raised his hand to hit the sleeping figure. "Elijah," Viggo's calm voiced cut through Elijah's anger and he lowered his arm sheepishly. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"I'm not going to be the fifth wheel! I refuse to stay here and be the odd man out in this little love-in!" His cheeks flushed with annoyance and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
“Love in?” Viggo raised his eyebrow as he slid out from under Orlando and stood, clad in his boxer shorts he grabbed Elijah by the shoulder and pushed him out of the room. Marching him down to the living room so that they could talk without waking the others he turned him to look at him. “Ringbearer, what is your biggest problem here? Is it because you think you’ll feel awkward in that situation? Which I might add, perhaps you should look more closely because all is not as it seems to you I can assure you.” He paused to take a breath and attempt to control the anger he was feeling. “Or is it because you’re jealous. You want to be able to do the things you are imagining the Elf and I have done but you’re too afraid to try?”
"Jealous? I'm not jealous!" Elijah sat down on the sofa, knees bouncing, then stood up and stalked around the room.
"And I don't want to try the things that you said. No way! I'll have you know that I'm 100% heterosexual. I like girls…women!"
"Elijah…" Viggo started, sitting on the arm of the sofa.
"I'm not gay. I'm not. I don't like guys. Not in that way. And I don't want to try anything with any man ever. And I'm not afraid either." Running out of steam, Elijah fell into the oversized chair, blue eyes glaring at Viggo.
"I think the hobbit doth protest too much," Viggo stated simply once Elijah had worn himself out.
“I do not.” Elijah growled “I am not turned on by anything I see here; I like girls King, not hobbits, not elves and certainly not men. I don’t want to know what’s going on between any of you and I sure as hell don’t want to be constantly turned on by hearing it. I want to be and I am, happy for all of you if that’s what you want but I swear I’m sick of being horny because all I hear and see is men fucking….almost fucking….Christ Vig you know what I mean.” He paused his blue eyes huge and luminous. “Orli wasn’t…..hasn’t….didn’t……fuck.” he spat “He’s caught the gay thing, bi thing, god only knows what it is, I like girls Vig.” He sank onto the lounge chair completely out of steam.
Viggo listened to Elijah's rant, index finger tapping gently on his mouth. Once Elijah had finished, Viggo remained silent for a few moments, before speaking softly. "I can assure you, Orlando hasn't 'caught' anything. Sexuality isn't something that you catch. I personally don't think we should limit ourselves to loving someone based on their gender. But if you wish to remain exclusively heterosexual, that's your choice."
Viggo leaned back, apparently pleased with himself. He then raised his finger as if he had remembered something. "There's just one thing…Sean Bean is the straightest man I know. He once spent a weekend with Ian and his then boy-toy. At the end of the weekend, 'horny' wasn't the word that he used to describe his feelings after having to listen to the two copulate the entire time."
“I know it’s not catching.” He sighed “I know that, but it’s damned confusing, even knowing that they were so in love for so long then seeing them actually being able to express it like that. I haven’t seen that even in het couples, not like they’ve got.” He paused “I want what they’ve got, I’ve never even come close, I can’t help but think that maybe I should try it.”
“Sexual experimentation is not something that you should be either ashamed or afraid of Ringbearer.” Viggo murmured softly.
“I know, but when I saw Orli in your bed I got angry okay, I can’t explain why, I just did and I’m sorry alright?”
“No apology necessary Elijah.” He stated.
“So, Beanie? What did he say?” Elijah asked wearily.
"He was a bit squeaked by the shear number of times they did things. He was disturbed by the sounds that were coming from the room." Viggo laughed recalling Sean's frantic phone call at three in the morning. "He was happy that Ian was happy. He was a lot of things, Elijah, but aroused was never one of them."
Elijah sighed and slumped further into the chair. "So, does that mean I'm gay? I mean, since hearing two guys go at turns me on?"
Viggo chuckled, shaking his head. "No. Maybe. Yes. Who knows? There's no need to define your sexuality at this very moment, Elijah. It's okay to kiss a guy to see if you like it, and it's okay to realize that you'd much rather kiss girls."
Viggo stood up and walked over him, kneeling down in front of him. "Orlando needed a friend last night. I've got two shoulders and a big bed, in case you ever need one yourself."
“Did you two……?” Elijah asked softly his eyes downcast not completely sure he wanted to know but he had to ask.
“Would it disturb you if we did?” Viggo raised one brow in question.
“No…Yes….I don’t know.” He sighed “Is that a yes?”
“No. It’s a no. Orlando and I did not make love.” Viggo replied. “He was feeling a little emotional and needed a friend with a cuddle. I was there, as I am sure you would have been.”
“Can I ask you something Viggo?” Elijah still looked steadfastly at the ground.
“Anything you wish young ringbearer.” Viggo replied instantly
“Would you kiss me?” he looked up wide eyed into Viggo’s face.
Viggo stared at Elijah and the blue-eyed boy quickly dropped his gaze. "It's okay, Vig. Never mind…" His words were cut off by a finger pressing against his lips, and looking up, he saw Viggo's face drawing nearer to his.
Viggo watched as Elijah's eyelids fluttered closed before he pressed their lips together. His fingers threaded through the dyed-black hair, holding his head in place as he deepened the kiss. His tongue then snaked out, licking the seam of the younger man's lips, waiting for permission to enter. He felt the younger man moan, opening his mouth slightly, allowing Viggo to slip his tongue inside.
Elijah opened his mouth wider at the feeling of Viggo's tongue stroking his. This wasn't anything like kissing a girl. It was harder, and hotter, and if he listened the small voice in the back of his mind, better. The need for oxygen forced them apart, and Elijah's shallow gasps for air filled the room.
Viggo wiped the corner of his mouth looking at the boy in front of him. Elijah's pupils were dilated, his skin flushed, and his lips swollen and red.
"I…I…" stammered Elijah, breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Should help me make breakfast," Viggo volunteered standing and walking towards the kitchen.
Elijah let his fingers trail across his kiss swollen lips, his eyes unfocussed as he stared into nothingness. Long minutes passed before he shook himself out of his reverie. Standing he followed Viggo’s path into the kitchen one thought on his mind. As he entered the room, he stopped in the doorway, watching. Viggo was assembling a tray of fresh and sweet smelling fruit.
“You can come closer ringbearer.” Viggo murmured not looking at him “I don’t bite.”
“Maybe you should.” Elijah spoke softly as he walked closer, leaning against the counter briefly he lifted himself up to sit on the draining board, his eyes never leaving Viggo.
Viggo turned and looked at him. “Was it all you expected?” he asked nonchalantly.
Elijah nodded, holding Viggo’s gaze as he bit into a juicy strawberry.
Viggo reached out with one hand and pressed the strawberry to Elijah’s lips, painting his lower lip with its sweet juice.
“I want to kiss you now.” Elijah whispered as his sharp teeth bit into the flesh of the fruit.
Viggo leaned in and licked the red trail of juice that ran down Elijah's chin, swiping his tongue over the full red bottom lip.
"You kissed me in the living room," Viggo said a small smile beginning to form on his face. He went to step back, only to find Elijah's legs wrapped around his waist.
"No, you kissed me," clarified Elijah, one hand running tentatively over Viggo's chest. "Now, I want to return the favour."
Viggo looked down at the small hand on his chest, long fingers with bitten-off finger nails moving slowly towards his nipple. "Why?" Viggo asked quietly, looking back up into large, blue eyes.
Elijah’s fingers flicked across his nipple his nails, brushing across them slowly. “Because I want to?” he answered huskily.
“Want is not enough young hobbit.” Viggo replied enigmatically “Want alone will only leave you hurt.”
“Then how about I need to see if it feels the same when I’m the one doing the driving.” Elijah whispered as he leaned forward to press his open mouth on the corner of Viggo’s lips.
“Want and need alone will hurt you badly. Kisses, ringbearer, are the most intimate of physical acts, don’t forget that.”
“Can’t I just kiss you?” he almost whimpered against Viggo’s bottom lip.
“Certainly.” He answered his voice low and breathy. “Just know that not idly should you share such intimate knowledge unless you are certain.”
“Oh, I’m certain.” Elijah whispered as he closed his lips over Viggo’s.
This time it was Elijah who took control, placing his arms around the older man's neck and pulling him closer. Elijah could feel the heat from Viggo's chest seeping through his thin shirt, and when the older man placed his large hands on his hips, Elijah thought that he would burst into flames.
Elijah tilted his head more, biting down on Viggo's lip. His tongue pushed aggressively into the Dane's mouth, which opened almost immediately for him. Not one to be submissive for too long, Viggo's and Elijah's tongues fought for dominance, tangling and twisting over each other.
Viggo's grip tightened and Elijah moaned low and deep in his throat. The need for oxygen soon became crucial, and Elijah pulled back regrettably, his head thumping on the cabinet. His chest heaved as he sat there, open-mouthed, filling his lungs with air.
Viggo looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, Master Hobbit?"
Elijah gasped in deep breaths, his fingers moving to trace Viggo’s swollen bottom lip before looking up into his King’s eyes.
“I think.” He whispered as he leaned forward, his words drifting across Viggo’s lips “that further investigation is warranted.” He pressed his open mouth against Viggo’s, his tongue immediately seeking entrance to trace across the Dane’s teeth and dance with his agile tongue.
Elijah scooted forward on the draining board and opened his legs wider only to close them tightly around Viggo’s hips and pull him closer, his feet crossing behind Viggo’s back. His hands moved to slide up and down his back, Viggo’s own hands pressed flat against the stainless steel counter framing Elijah’s hips.
Viggo's back muscles contracted and relaxed under Elijah's fingers. He felt the younger man shift again, and then the unmistakable feeling of a hardening erection pressing against his side. He lifted his hands to cup the cherub face, withdrawing his tongue, and finally his lips.
"Investigation concluded. What say your findings?" Viggo asked, placing his hands high on Elijah's thighs and massage the muscles there.
Elijah sighed into the touched, wishing that Viggo would move his hands just a little higher. "I…I liked it," he said blushing furiously now. "I'd like to do it again."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Viggo bowed slightly and unwrapped Elijah's legs from his waist.
"And I'm sure you'll find someone who would be thrilled to spend their mornings kissing you," he said moving to the fridge, not noticing the frown that formed on the younger man's lips.
“You don’t want to kiss me?” Elijah frowned.
“To the contrary master hobbit, I find you eminently kissable, however, and I don’t wish for you to mistake my intention here.” He paused cupping Elijah’s downcast chin and tilting his face to look into the young man’s eyes. “I explained to you did I not that kissing is the ultimate, most intimate of acts?”
Elijah nodded quickly his eyes closing as he did.
“Look at me Elijah.” Viggo ordered softly, waiting silently until Elijah’s liquid blue eyes opened.
“I do not yet believe that you are ready to go where further investigation would lead us.” He brushed his fingers gently against Elijah’s erection as he spoke, eliciting a gasp from the Ringbearer. “Sex is an expression of love, perhaps the ultimate expression of physical love; this is not what we both seek. Whilst I am in no way disparaging the love we feel for each other, as I am sure it is there, I see it in your eyes even as I speak, to consummate your ‘investigation’ would only hurt the both of us and possibly even our friendship. This is not something I am willing to do.”
Elijah bit his lip and nodded in understanding. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, suddenly embarrassed as to what had just occurred.
"None of those now," Viggo scolded, wiping away the few drops that had escaped. "Tears would mean regret, something that I would take particular offence to. And no apologies."
"I'm sor..." Elijah had begun, stopping at Viggo's words. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," Viggo smiled and went back to looking for breakfast ingredients in the fridge. "Pardon?" He turned his head and looked at Elijah, not having heard what the younger man had said.
"Um…nothing…I just said that you're a really good kisser," Elijah mumbled, face coloring quickly.
“Am I interrupting something?” a slightly amused voice spoke from the other side of the kitchen.
“Dominic.” Viggo moved quickly to his side and placed a wet kiss on his forehead. “Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I can remember ever sleeping before.” Dom smiled briefly before it faded. “Which I guess isn’t saying that much is it?”
“And the evening lived up to your expectations?” Viggo quirked an eyebrow at him.
“More than I could ever have imagined or expected.” He spoke, his voice dreamy, almost glowing as he remembered. “Vig, it was absolutely amazing.” He sighed.
Elijah levered himself off the bench top and walked over to Dom, a wide smile on his face. “Not that I’m not happy for you two Dom.” He spoke “I’m outta here before I get all the juicy details.” He kissed Dom’s cheek and hugged him gently before walking out.
“I’m sorry Vig.” Dom spoke softly “I only came out for a glass of juice. There’s a limit to the amount of water one person can drink.” He shrugged.
"Excuse him; he's a bit confused about some things at the moment, but it will all work out."
Viggo pulled out a carton of orange juice, and indicating for Dom to sit down, brought two glasses to the table.
"So, last night was memorable?" he asked with a smile, pushing a full glass of juice towards his companion.
Dom took a long drink, eyes glazing over as he though of the previous night. "It was incredible, Viggo," he said dreamily, waking up from his brief daydream. "It was the most intense experience of my life."
"He wanted me to make love to him. Me! The fact that he trusted me enough, wanted me enough…I can't begin to tell you how much I love him, Viggo."
“He has loved you with every fibre of his being since the very first moment you both met. We all knew how the two of you felt long before you ever admitted it to each other.”
Dom took a long drink of his juice. “It was so beautiful Vig, so very beautiful. I know it’s a strange thing to say but it’s almost like it was the first time, for both of us.”
“Maybe it was in a strange sort of way.” Viggo murmured. “Maybe this is a new beginning for the both of you.”
“No.” Dom sighed “See I’m not making any sense am I. I have no memories of before, but it’s like it’s a memory that’s not a memory. Like my memories know that what we did last night was completely new, but my mind knows that it’s not because we are so in love and so perfect together that in here.” He pressed his hand over his chest “I know that we have always been together.” He growled in frustration. “When I first woke up I knew that we were lovers, I knew that more clearly than I knew my own mind. “But last night was so perfect and so new and so incredibly special I know that I have never experienced that before.”
"Who's to say that you haven't," Viggo asked. He walked to the sink, placing his empty glass inside.
"What do mean?" Dom said slightly baffled.
"Last night could have been the first night for you to make love to Billy," Viggo said while he prepared a pot of coffee. "That could perhaps explain why everything felt so new to you."
"Hmm. Maybe that's it." Dom rested his elbow on the table and cradled his cheek in his hand. Although Viggo's explanation made sense, he knew it wasn't the correct one.
"You know," he looked up at Viggo, "I've always just assumed that we were having sex. But maybe we hadn't gone all the way yet, and maybe that's why it felt so new and special; because it was."
Viggo cocked his head, choosing to remain silent and let Dominic finish his thought.
"We could have decided to take things slow. I don't remember if I've ever been in with another man; maybe Billy didn't want to rush me. Perhaps our dating was still in its early stages. God, I don't even know how long we've been dating."
“If you were to listen to you heart I’m sure it would tell you that you’ve been lovers for six years.” Viggo spoke “I cannot say for sure how long you have partaken in the physical expression of that love. Only Billy can do that.” He nodded sagely as he poured another glass and pushed it toward Dom. “I think you should be there when he wakes….you know he’s going to worry if you’re not there.” Viggo advised
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Dom stated plainly lifting his glass and the second and with a broad wink left the room and made his way back to the bedroom.
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Thank you for reading, as for how it turns out. Hmmm. I could tell you...but I don't remember! Sorry :P
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i also like how perceptive Dom is, even while being injured. There have been a few times that it's come to him that something isn't just forgotten, but rather never experienced before.
yes, i can't wait to see how Billy is once he wakes up. :bounce bounce:
lovely, lovely chapter.
Kerry =)
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I've never lost my memory, but I'm sure that there are somethings you'd just know that you've never done or experienced before. Intuition maybe?
Lovely, lovely Kerry! *squishes*
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I loved the part where Viggo hinted that Dom and Billy might never had made love before.
And Elijah... Hilarious how he is so unsure. And very nice of Viggo to help him out.
But I didn't like that they said King and especially Ringbearer. Feels strange for me.
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Ah, was he hinting or just agreeing to something that Dom had already picked up on?
Thanks for reading.
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Oh my god, you ladies RULE!!!!! I spent half this chapter with my mouth literally wide open and my eyes buggy, and the other half gulping down my tea in hopes that a scalding throat would remind me not to die of happiness. And then I started making noises that roughly translate to "gghhhh... aachh... aghhh..." and my flatmate came in to make sure I wasn't choking on anything. Yeah.
I understand that they can't end up together but I LOVE Viglijah and there's not nearly enough of it, so even just for a chapter I love that you brought in this dynamic. Also just Viggo in general is great in this story. Good job, you two! Keep it up :-)
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*sniff* Aren't Viglijah lovely? Yeah, it was fun writing their interactions. Don't die of happiness! Where would I get my hot porn from? WHERE? *flails*
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-Lorelai
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