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FICLET, Lick, PG13- for "Fall Into The Gap" challenge
Title: Lick
Author: Azrhiaz
Rating: PG-13ish, I suppose
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Summary: Fetish fic. Viggo, um, notices the gap in Elijah’s teeth.
Disclaimer: Pure and utter fiction, unfortunately. Not making any money. Don’t sue.
Archive: BTF, Night’s Garden, others please ask.
Feedback: yup.
Author’s notes: In response to Jenwyn’s “Fall Into The Gap” challenge. Me, in the grips of a major fetish? Nah.
You got lock and key
Every part of me
No one makes me weak
I love this with you
Lick…
-- Lick, Joi
“So, what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?”
Viggo didn’t immediately respond to Elijah’s question, turning his attention instead to hot soapy water and his lunch dishes. Elijah sat on his kitchen counter, swinging his legs and reorganizing the packets of Equal into a pyramid. He had popped over, uninvited as usual. Viggo found it difficult to muster up much annoyance with the perky little beast, however. Elijah had a way of making you forget you had anything better to do than entertain him.
“Well,” he began at last, “I thought I might take some pictures today. The light’s good.” He rinsed the last plate and stuck it in the rack, drying his hands on the faded red dishcloth and looking pointedly at Elijah.
“Oh? Cool. Pictures of what?” Legs swinging, oblivious. Restacking the collapsed pyramid. Maddening creature, Viggo thought.
“I’m not sure yet,” Viggo said, exasperation creeping at last into his voice.
Elijah looked up at him, the artificial sweetener architecture abandoned for the moment. He smiled, and it was so real it went all the way up to those unbelievable eyes, and Viggo felt what shreds of irritation he was trying to hold on to evaporate.
“Can I help?” Elijah asked brightly, and Viggo couldn’t think of anything else to do but agree.
**************************************************
“No…move it a little to the left.”
Viggo had decided against shooting outside when the light spilling through the kitchen window had formed intriguing shadows on the countertop as it fell around the books, the salt and pepper shakers, and the butter dish. So now he was looking through the lens while Elijah played props master with a wooden spoon and a copy of Lolita. Kitchen Still Life With Bitterness, Viggo thought absently, sounds pretentious enough.
“There- that’s good,” Viggo said, and Elijah moved out of the shot.
Click. Wind. Click. Wood and paper, flat; opaline glass and apple skin, glossy.
Viggo looked up from behind the camera and caught sight of Elijah’s face, etched in concentration. His mouth was slightly open and through the gap in his front teeth Viggo saw the pink tip of his tongue.
Glossy.
A small shiver ran through Viggo. He’d never given any thought to it before now, but there was something…appealing about the gap. He stared for a moment longer, eyes lingering on the formation of white enamel, the empty space between where tongues could play peek-a-boo, where liquid and air could travel freely...
Elijah looked up, and caught his gaze.
“What?” Bemused expression.
“Nothing,” Viggo muttered and returned his attention to the light filter.
“You were staring. At my teeth,” Elijah said, laughing, “like you’d never noticed before.”
Viggo looked at Elijah again, at the energy in and around him that seemed to crackle blue-sharp in the still air of the kitchen. At the incongruously smirking curve of delicate lips. At small white teeth.
“Perhaps I hadn’t.”
Something in his voice made Elijah’s smile slip a bit, change. Seductive.
“Would you like to take a picture?” Elijah purred, sidling up to Viggo until he was mere inches away. “Of my teeth?” Tilt of his head. Still amused.
Viggo breathed in. Elijah was so close he could smell plain clean Ivory soap and hot wet breath. A hint of potato chips. Before he could devote any rational thought to the matter, Viggo raised his hand and ran his finger along Elijah’s bottom lip.
“No, but I’d like to lick them.” There, thought Viggo, now he’ll laugh all right. Weird-ass Viggo strikes again.
But Elijah didn’t laugh. Instead he caught Viggo’s finger with his teeth for a gentle nip before releasing it. “So lick them.” Eyes brimming with azure lust, Elijah dropped his mouth open slightly and waited.
Viggo stepped away from the tripod and backed Elijah up against the counter. Elijah gave a tiny gasp as Viggo slid his thigh between Elijah’s legs and pressed up at the same moment he flicked his tongue over Elijah’s front teeth.
The pearly enamel slid effortlessly under Viggo’s tongue and he closed his eyes, trying to memorize each ridge and bump by way of oral Braille. Lingered on the sharp chasm between, his cock hardening and grinding against Elijah’s leg, until Elijah’s arms went around his neck and he twisted and fought his way into a real kiss.
Viggo kissed Elijah very thoroughly, tongues entwining hard and fast, until Elijah pressed back against his chest, pushing him off.
“Ow…sorry,” he said breathlessly, “counter’s digging in my back.”
“No problem,” Viggo said with a lazy smile. “So, what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?”
Elijah didn’t speak, choosing instead to unbutton Viggo’s pants and slide his hand inside.
Maddening creature.
End.
Author: Azrhiaz
Rating: PG-13ish, I suppose
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Summary: Fetish fic. Viggo, um, notices the gap in Elijah’s teeth.
Disclaimer: Pure and utter fiction, unfortunately. Not making any money. Don’t sue.
Archive: BTF, Night’s Garden, others please ask.
Feedback: yup.
Author’s notes: In response to Jenwyn’s “Fall Into The Gap” challenge. Me, in the grips of a major fetish? Nah.
You got lock and key
Every part of me
No one makes me weak
I love this with you
Lick…
-- Lick, Joi
“So, what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?”
Viggo didn’t immediately respond to Elijah’s question, turning his attention instead to hot soapy water and his lunch dishes. Elijah sat on his kitchen counter, swinging his legs and reorganizing the packets of Equal into a pyramid. He had popped over, uninvited as usual. Viggo found it difficult to muster up much annoyance with the perky little beast, however. Elijah had a way of making you forget you had anything better to do than entertain him.
“Well,” he began at last, “I thought I might take some pictures today. The light’s good.” He rinsed the last plate and stuck it in the rack, drying his hands on the faded red dishcloth and looking pointedly at Elijah.
“Oh? Cool. Pictures of what?” Legs swinging, oblivious. Restacking the collapsed pyramid. Maddening creature, Viggo thought.
“I’m not sure yet,” Viggo said, exasperation creeping at last into his voice.
Elijah looked up at him, the artificial sweetener architecture abandoned for the moment. He smiled, and it was so real it went all the way up to those unbelievable eyes, and Viggo felt what shreds of irritation he was trying to hold on to evaporate.
“Can I help?” Elijah asked brightly, and Viggo couldn’t think of anything else to do but agree.
**************************************************
“No…move it a little to the left.”
Viggo had decided against shooting outside when the light spilling through the kitchen window had formed intriguing shadows on the countertop as it fell around the books, the salt and pepper shakers, and the butter dish. So now he was looking through the lens while Elijah played props master with a wooden spoon and a copy of Lolita. Kitchen Still Life With Bitterness, Viggo thought absently, sounds pretentious enough.
“There- that’s good,” Viggo said, and Elijah moved out of the shot.
Click. Wind. Click. Wood and paper, flat; opaline glass and apple skin, glossy.
Viggo looked up from behind the camera and caught sight of Elijah’s face, etched in concentration. His mouth was slightly open and through the gap in his front teeth Viggo saw the pink tip of his tongue.
Glossy.
A small shiver ran through Viggo. He’d never given any thought to it before now, but there was something…appealing about the gap. He stared for a moment longer, eyes lingering on the formation of white enamel, the empty space between where tongues could play peek-a-boo, where liquid and air could travel freely...
Elijah looked up, and caught his gaze.
“What?” Bemused expression.
“Nothing,” Viggo muttered and returned his attention to the light filter.
“You were staring. At my teeth,” Elijah said, laughing, “like you’d never noticed before.”
Viggo looked at Elijah again, at the energy in and around him that seemed to crackle blue-sharp in the still air of the kitchen. At the incongruously smirking curve of delicate lips. At small white teeth.
“Perhaps I hadn’t.”
Something in his voice made Elijah’s smile slip a bit, change. Seductive.
“Would you like to take a picture?” Elijah purred, sidling up to Viggo until he was mere inches away. “Of my teeth?” Tilt of his head. Still amused.
Viggo breathed in. Elijah was so close he could smell plain clean Ivory soap and hot wet breath. A hint of potato chips. Before he could devote any rational thought to the matter, Viggo raised his hand and ran his finger along Elijah’s bottom lip.
“No, but I’d like to lick them.” There, thought Viggo, now he’ll laugh all right. Weird-ass Viggo strikes again.
But Elijah didn’t laugh. Instead he caught Viggo’s finger with his teeth for a gentle nip before releasing it. “So lick them.” Eyes brimming with azure lust, Elijah dropped his mouth open slightly and waited.
Viggo stepped away from the tripod and backed Elijah up against the counter. Elijah gave a tiny gasp as Viggo slid his thigh between Elijah’s legs and pressed up at the same moment he flicked his tongue over Elijah’s front teeth.
The pearly enamel slid effortlessly under Viggo’s tongue and he closed his eyes, trying to memorize each ridge and bump by way of oral Braille. Lingered on the sharp chasm between, his cock hardening and grinding against Elijah’s leg, until Elijah’s arms went around his neck and he twisted and fought his way into a real kiss.
Viggo kissed Elijah very thoroughly, tongues entwining hard and fast, until Elijah pressed back against his chest, pushing him off.
“Ow…sorry,” he said breathlessly, “counter’s digging in my back.”
“No problem,” Viggo said with a lazy smile. “So, what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?”
Elijah didn’t speak, choosing instead to unbutton Viggo’s pants and slide his hand inside.
Maddening creature.
End.