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Fic: New Rules -- Damaged Story 2 Elijah/Orli N17 8/10
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Title: New Rules – Damaged story 2
Chapter 8
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Notes: An AU set in modern day South London. This is NOT a WIP – it is all finished and will be posted over the next few days.
It carries on pretty much after the end of the original Damaged story and it won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that. The first story can be found here…
Damaged
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New Rules
Chapter Eight
“What do you want to do tonight?” Orli asked around a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat into the sink then wiped the fogged up mirror, getting it ready so he could see the reflection. “Fancy a club or maybe just a quiet drink?”
Elijah pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out, reaching for a towel, and Orli got just the view he’d been waiting for. So what if he’d seen it last night and this morning, close up, very close up, once more wouldn’t hurt.
“You know what I’d really like to do? I want to go to the pictures, see something with a bit of oomph,” Elijah answered his own question. “How about the new Tim Robbins film? You’re always guaranteed something good with him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Orli said distractedly as he angled his head for a better view. Elijah had dropped his towel and was just bending down to retrieve it…. lovely. Then the towel was fastened securely round Elijah’s waist and he turned, fixing Orli with a steely look. “Or we could see the new animation everyone’s talking about,” Orli added quickly. “You know, the one about the super hero.”
“That’s a kids’ film.”
“So?” Orli grinned. “We can sit in the back row and grope. It’s what you’re meant to do on a Saturday night.”
“You daft idiot,” Elijah flicked Orli with the spare towel as he elbowed him out of the way to clean his own teeth. “Go wash yourself, you can’t see a kids’ film stinking of sex.”
“Don’t see why not,” Orli said, but he stripped off and got into the shower anyway. Elijah stood, toothpaste in one hand, brush in the other and watched in the mirror. Orli really did have the world’s greatest arse.
“Okay, we’ll go to the pictures then,” Elijah dragged his eyes away as Orli closed the shower curtain. “Don’t suppose it’ll matter what we see, I’ll fall asleep anyway. I still can’t get used to the early mornings.”
“Now much longer have you got at the cleaning job? When does uni start?”
University. Elijah didn’t want to think about that. All right, he loved his subject and he loved studying, but the thought of all those new people… “Four weeks. I thought I’d work right up to the start date.”
“You don’t have to,” Orli’s hand poked out looking for the shampoo bottle. Elijah picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor and placed it in his palm. “I mean, why not have a week off?”
“Nah, I’ll get bored.” Or start thinking about it too much. “Besides, the money wouldn’t go amiss.”
“You still want to go and see that band? I told you I’d pay.”
“That’s not the point, I want to take you.”
“But I don’t mind if…”
“Shut up Orlando,” Elijah said affectionately.
For a couple of minutes they concentrated on washing and brushing in contented silence, then Elijah looked in the mirror at Orli’s outline behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. “This is nice this, isn’t it?” he said with just a little wonder in his voice. “Having a normal conversation, you and me, no big deal, no big scene, no great emotions. Just us, like this, and knowing it could happen again tomorrow and the next day. It’s nice, makes me feel… I dunno.”
“Content,” Orli turned the water off and got out, wrapping himself in a couple of towels. “You feel content.”
“Is that what it is?” Elijah continued to look at him through the mirror, as though turning round would be too much or maybe just break the connection. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Orli stood behind him, resting his chin on Elijah’s shoulder, and slipping his arms loosely around Elijah’s waist. “It’s a nice feeling isn’t it?”
“Yeah, in a way it’s better than all the hot passion. Not that I don’t like the passion, I mean, bloody hell,” he added quickly.
“I know what you mean,” Orli smiled. “I wouldn’t give the hot passion up for all the world but if I was forced to choose, well there’s a lot to be said for contentment.”
Elijah pushed back, smiling his agreement. “This is another thing I didn’t know about, another thing you’ve taught me.”
“And that bothers you?”
“Not really, makes me feel… grateful. It’s just sometime I feel a bit,” he shook his head. “Like you’re always giving and I’m always taking.”
“That’s daft, you’ve given me so much.”
For a long moment Elijah was still, staring intently at Orli in the mirror. “Is this how you felt with Shane?” he asked at last.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“No wonder you were looking for it again and didn’t want to settle for anything less.”
“’Lijah, there’s something else I should’ve told you. This isn’t especially normal, I… No, I don’t mean normal,” it was Orli’s turn to look intently into the mirror. “I mean, I don’t want you to think that what we have is especially common. Not everyone gets this, certainly not this good, not in their whole life. We’re very lucky to have this and I’m out of this world lucky to have found it twice. It’s why I’m damned well going to work at it and look after what we have.”
“So am I,” Elijah said seriously.
“Now do you understand just some of what you’ve given me?”
“Yeah, contentment.”
“And hope and another chance.”
“Is it as good as you had with Shane?” Elijah tightened his fingers on Orli’s arm. “Tell me the truth, I know where I stand with Shane.”
Orli thought carefully before replying. In his mind he could see the picture of Shane that Elijah had drawn, now in the frame he had found at the flea market, in its pride-of-place position on the wall above the telly. He thought about the two men, his two men. He needed to be honest.
“It’s different, in a lot of ways. Different but as good.” He smiled at Elijah. “With Shane I had contentment,” he suddenly broke into a huge grin. “But without so many high drama moments.”
Elijah grinned back. “You saying I’m a drama queen?” He slapped at Orli’s wrist.
“What with cancer and all the baggage we’ve both brought with us I think we’re in danger of heading that way,” Orli laughed.
Elijah pushed back into Orli again and Orli tightened his arms. “Please god, can we have some peace and quiet for a while? I want to get to know this feeling of contentment a bit more.”
“Amen to that,” Orli added. “Roll on the peace and quiet.”
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“Would you move your knee!” Elijah pushed at Orli’s leg. “For Christ sake this is meant to be hot sex, stop kneeling on my bloody hair.”
“Sorry,” Orli mumbled round a full mouth as he edged over a bit.
“Ouch! That’s my shoulder you’re on now.”
Orli lifted his head up, Elijah’s cock slipping out of his mouth with an obscene plop. “Well where am I meant to put my knees?”
“Next to my head; that’s next to it, as opposed on it,” Elijah pushed at Orli’s leg again, only this time harder and Orli’s luck and balance ran out. He tipped gracefully to one side, landing on Elijah’s face.
“Bloody hell,” was the only one of the list of muffled obscenities that Orli heard. He thought it was probably for the best. “Get off me, you idiot,” Elijah wriggled and his head popped out behind Orli. He wriggled and pushed some more. “Much as I like your arse, we’re not rimming now,” Elijah’s nose was temptingly close to the cleft. He heaved and rolled Orli further onto his side. “Now, we are meant to be doing a mutual blow job.”
“Are we?” Orli grinned. “It doesn’t seem to be going terribly well.”
“That’s because you have the co-ordination of a drunk elephant once you get hard.”
“It’s difficult to think about two things at once!”
“Especially when one is your dick,” Elijah sat back on his knees and surveyed the mess. “We are not giving up on this, even a novice can do a sixty nine and neither of us are exactly novices.”
“Or I could just blow you?” Orli squirmed towards Elijah’s lap.
“Get off,” Elijah flicked Orli’s hand away. “I wanna do this. We’ll just have to…” he thought about the problem. “Nothing else for it, you’ll just have to go on the bottom, much as I like the feeling of being smothered.” He rolled Orli onto his back and dragged him over to the centre of the bed. “Now hold still and stop fidgeting while I…”
Elijah crawled over Orli’s head, carefully positioning his knees so that they didn’t touch flesh or hair or anything else, and then lowered himself into Orli’s eagerly waiting hands so he could be guided into an equally eager and hot mouth.
His groan of pleasure echoed off the walls.
Orli’s hands came up to cup round Elijah’s arse and he pulled him down ever so slightly as Elijah’s legs splayed against the sheet. Now Elijah was in the right position and, with his hands holding just there, Orli was in control and ready to start in earnest. He lifted a little, sliding his tongue along Elijah’s cock in an elongated kiss, and tipped his head back. Now, as he pulled down, Elijah’s cock not only rubbed over his lip-sheathed teeth but also up and over the roof of his mouth. Up and over the hard, friction giving roof of his mouth.
Elijah wasn’t the only one who knew how to organise things.
Pull down, tip head, tighten lips, remember to suck… Like he needed to be reminded! Orli loved to give head, loved everything about it. The feel of Elijah’s hard and surprisingly heavy cock in his mouth, loved the way it could be almost too much if it was pushed too fiercely into the back of his throat, loved fighting his own natural gag reaction, loved pushing his face as close into Elijah’s pubic hair as his reflexes would allow, fuck he even loved the smell.
No, he adored the smell of Elijah’s cock.
And he loved the rhythm. The way that he’d found Elijah’s rhythm, that it had become as natural and instinctive to him as breathing. More than that, he knew all of Elijah’s rhythms. He could match the rhythm to Elijah’s mood as easily as he could take his cock into his mouth. He knew Elijah, inside and out, and he could use that knowledge to destroy him.
Stuck, lift, tilt, don’t let Elijah go too fast, don’t let him rush things. This needed time and concentration and… oh fuck.
Elijah was sucking on his balls.
Why the fuck did that get to him so much? It was like little, tiny bolts of lightning going off or nasty electric shocks, just the right side of pleasurable. Most of the time. Elijah sucked one of Orli’s balls hard into his mouth and Orli couldn’t help his hands moving instantly down. Only by sheer force of will did he keep them out of Elijah’s hair, twisting them tight into the sheet.
Was he sure he liked this?
Shit, shit, shit, course he liked it. He liked it when Elijah did that thing with his tongue – like now – pushing and rolling his ball inside Elijah’s mouth and a whole electricity sub-station exploded in his groin. At least Orli thought he liked it, as he tried to wriggle back away from Elijah’s mouth, and he sure as hell liked the feel of Elijah’s knees close in as his head whipped to the side. And, how was he supposed to breathe with Elijah’s cock in his mouth?
Elijah’s cock.
He was meant to be doing something with that.
Fuck, he couldn’t do two things at once let alone multi-task. Like Elijah said, not when he was hard. And not when Elijah had moved down to the skin that pulled tight just under his balls.
Shit, bugger, shit, bugger, bugger, bugger, shit. Just who the hell was destroying who here? Who? Whom? Sod grammar, think about Elijah’s cock, think about rhythm and making the little bugger shake and shiver as bad as he was. It was positively embarrassing to be brought to your knees this easily, after all he was older, even if it was only by three and a half years and…
Oh god…. Not yet! He couldn’t come when Elijah hadn’t even really got started on his cock.
Pull your fingers out of the bloody sheets and concentrate.
And talking of knees…Elijah’s were in the wrong place. Orli untangled his hands and pulled Elijah’s knees in even closer to his head where he could feel them squashing against his cheeks even without moving. That was better, that was good: that was bloody hot! Now all he had to do was get his hands back where they were supposed to be and… That was perfect.
Orli curled his fingers into the soft, squidgy rounded flesh of Elijah’s arse and concentrated for all he was worth on letting the rhythm flow around the cock in his mouth. Stuck, lift, tilt, pressure, suckle for a moment then, slide back down and stuck, lift, tilt, pressure. That was it, that was them, their rhythm, Elijah’s rhythm. Like no other and just perfect. All he had to do was lie here, enjoy himself, and keep it going.
Stuck, lift, tilt, pressure, suckle for a moment then, slide back down and stuck, lift, tilt, pressure.
Perfect.
And the smell!
And… Oh fuck.
Elijah had slipped a quick tongue up the length of his cock, hooked in the tip, and taken the lot right down.
Fuck.
How was he meant to compete with that?
Orli gave up. If Elijah wanted to be in control, let him.
But Orli knew how to make Elijah take complete responsibility for making sure they both had a really good time. Then he could just do his impression of a beached whale and wallow in all the pleasure that was being thrown at him.
Orli slipped both hands up and round and pushed home his thumbs into a dark, hot hole.
Elijah shuddered. Froze. Shuddered again.
And then fucked Orli’s mouth as hard as he sucked on his cock.
Sod rhythm, sod finesse and elegance. Orli would have grinned with the pleasure of knowing who had won if his mouth hadn’t been so occupied.
Two minutes later and Elijah couldn’t stop Orli’s come from dribbling out between his lips as he fought to breathe against the force of his own orgasm. His hips twitched, trembling alarmingly, as he let Orli’s cock slip out with a wet squelch and he rested his forehead against Orli’s leg. “Oh god,” he whispered to the leg.
“Good?” Orli asked smugly, reaching up to gently push Elijah’s hip, watching him tip not-too-gracefully to one side.
They lay back sated, Elijah’s head on Orli’s ankle, Orli’s arm wrapped around Elijah’s calf, both grinning contentedly at the ceiling. “Well that took some organising,” Elijah laughed gently, after a full minute of laboured panting.
“It was worth it though, don’t you think?” Orli continued to grin.
“Yeah,” Elijah felt positively like a Cheshire cat. “It was worth it.” He turned his head, rubbing his nose against the round bulge of Orli’s ankle bone. “And it’s good to know we can still do hot and passionate.”
“You doubted it?” Orli couldn’t help but raise both eyebrows.
“Well, we are both kinda hooked on contentment.”
Orli laughed out loud. “While I still have the energy I’m going for hot and passionate with my contentment.”
“In that case, me too,” Elijah sighed back, his nose still pressed against Orli. “Hot, passionate contentment and an early evening snooze.”
“Sounds like my kind of plan,” Orli pulled Elijah’s leg closer and closed his eyes. He smiled to himself. Elijah smelled almost as good from this position. Almost. Life was good.
The doorbell rang.
Orli groaned long and loud, his hands covering his face.
“Tell ‘em to sod off,” Elijah said, rolling over and pushing at Orli’s thigh with his chin, no intention of getting up. “And tell them they have worse timing than you.”
“Tell them yourself,” Orli pushed back.
“It’s your flat.”
“Just as much yours now as mine.”
“Really?” Elijah perked up.
“Course it is, now go open the door.”
“Erm, let me think about that,” Elijah lay back down. “I don’t know anybody so it can’t be for me. So, no.”
“Bastard,” Orli hauled himself to his feet, scratching his belly. “Where are my clothes?”
“In the hall, I think.” The doorbell rang again.
“And the dirty stuff?”
“I actually put the washing machine on, it must have finished a couple of hours ago. Aren’t you impressed?” Elijah yawned and tried to find the duvet.
“And you say I have lousy timing,” Orli grabbed the old bathrobe that had been hanging unused on the back of the door for more years than he could remember. He slipped it on, catching hold of the edge of the duvet and dragging it away from the bed as he passed. “If I have to get up so do you.”
“And I thought you loved me,” Elijah called after him.
“Doesn’t mean you can sleep when I can’t.”
Orli kicked the discarded clothes to one side as he walked down the hall and opened the front door.
Silvia.
Elijah’s mother.
So much for peace and quiet and contentment.
“What do you want?” he said softly so that Elijah wouldn’t hear but with a wall of steel behind his words. He moved out onto the step, pulling the door to behind him.
“I’ve come for my son,” Silvia said simply. “I’m sure you’ve had long enough to get bored with him by now.” She looked pointedly at Orli’s nakedness under the bathrobe and he fought hard against the urge to pull the sides tighter around himself. “But then again, maybe you haven’t. I see he’s remembered his manners and kept his host happy.”
“Get away from here,” Orli spat.
She stood her ground, hitching her shoulders back in a gesture just like Elijah’s when Orli had first met him. “It’s going to be like that, is it? Funny I thought you’d understand. I’m glad he’s made himself…. useful, but I’m sure he’s paid his way by now and I want him back.”
“He’s staying with me,” Orli wasn’t a man prone to high emotion but he could hardly believe the strength of the white cold fury he felt building in his belly. He wasn’t a man who hated but, by god, the woman before him deserved every ounce of his hate.
“Find your own plaything,” she said, her voice as hard as stone. “This one belongs to me.” Silvia tried to push past him but Orli blocked her path. She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. Do you want to call him out here or shall I?”
And Orli knew she’s do it. She’d scream and cause a scene until all the neighbours, and more importantly Elijah, heard her and came to see what the fuss was all about. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he opened the door and called over his shoulder. “’Lijah, you need to come here.”
“And do I need to put some clothes on first?” Elijah shouted back from the depths of the flat. Orli could hear the laughter in his voice and his heart sank at the thought that this woman would make him lose it.
“Yeah, put something on,” he wanted to add an endearment, he needed to, but they didn’t really go in for that. “Find some clothes, mate,” he added, then whispered to himself, “You’re going to need all the protection you can get.” He caught a quick glimpse of Elijah, pale skinned and naked, bouncing along the hall to pick over the pile of clothes, before he pulled the door closed again.
It was ridiculous to have this conversation on the doorstep but Orli couldn’t bear the thought of that woman in their home.
That woman.
He couldn’t, wouldn’t think of her as anything else.
He turned back to face her, arms matching hers, folded across his chest, and waited. It wasn’t long before Elijah popped round the door, automatically curling himself around Orli’s back, chin on his shoulder, nipping at his ear. “What’s up?”
“She is,” Orli nodded in Silvia’s direction, his voice dripping ice.
“I am,” Silvia held her arms open to Elijah.
Elijah froze, then slowly, oh so slowly, stood up, a gap forming between him and Orli.
Orli hated her even more.
“Mum,” Elijah said, his voice flat. “What are you doing here?”
“Give your mother a hug then,” she said, ignoring Elijah’s question and pushing past Orli to catch hold of Elijah. He stood, bemused, as she reached around him in a perfunctory hug and threw Orli a look of possession.
Elijah slunk out of her grasp in an odd, quirky manner. From the expression on his face Orli was suddenly sure that Elijah hadn’t been hugged by his mother for a long, long time.
“Well aren’t you going to ask me in then?” she said brightly, looking at Elijah.
“I,” Elijah looked at Orli. “I don’t know, it’s not my flat.”
Orli’s guts tightened and his hatred grew a little more.
“Orlando?” Elijah’s hand was on his arm and Orli looked over into eyes that were softly seeking reassurance. The ice in his belly melted a little.
“Do you want her to come in?” Orli asked Elijah softly.
“Of course he does,” Silvia exclaimed.
“Elijah?” Orli ignored her.
Elijah shrugged his shoulders. “She’s my mum.”
Orli wanted to scream that no, she wasn’t. She was the bitch that had used and abused him, but Elijah was looking at him, confused and hesitant. Orli wanted to push her away, drag Elijah inside, wrap him in cotton wool and protect him for evermore but it had to be right for Elijah. It had to be what he wanted, what was best for him.
If Orli had ever thought about Silvia before he’d imagined Elijah taking one look at her, telling her to fuck off, then slamming the door in her face. But that hadn’t happened.
“You’d better come in then,” Orli said regretting every word as he said it.
But where to go? He led them up the hall, kicking their bedroom door shut as he passed. The thought of her looking at their messed up bed, the bed that just a few minutes ago they’d been so happy and content in. Christ, he was thinking like it was all gone, all over but it didn’t have to be. She might just be here to say hello, Elijah might not want to talk to her, they might just have a long chat and clear the air before she left them happier than ever.
Orli doubted each possibility as it occurred to him and he was scared.
He took them into the living room, it somehow felt less personal than anywhere else, then stood there in the middle of the room whilst she made herself comfortable on their sofa. Elijah hung back by the door, his eyes moving from one to the other, until at last he came to stand next to Orli.
Orli breathed a sigh of relief and leaned in closer.
“So what do you want?” Orli said again. He was going to take control of the situation and get her out as fast as he could.
“I told you, I’ve come to see my son.” Her eyes travelled up the length of Elijah’s body, taking in his naked feet and hastily applied clothes. “I see you’ve made yourself at home Elijah.”
E-lie-ja
Orli even hated the way she mangled his name.
“He is at home, this is his home, and now you’ve seen him you can fuck off,” Orli didn’t mean to swear or come such a heavy but every atom in his body was screaming to rip her apart for what she’d done.
“Orli,” Elijah’s voice was warm and soft and his hand felt gentle on Orli’s arm as he turned Orli to look at him. “She’s only my mum, not the devil,” he smiled.
Elijah seemed to have got over the initial shock and looked calmer and more like himself. He smiled again, tangling his fingers with Orli’s and pulling him in closer. “Mum,” he turned them both to face her. “I know you’ve met once before but I think I should introduce you properly. This is Orli, my boyfriend.”
Orli heard the pride in Elijah’s voice and the ice in his belly started to melt again. ‘My Boyfriend.’ Elijah had called him, ‘My Boyfriend.’ They’d be all right.
“Boyfriend indeed?” she looked surprised. “Is that what you call it now?”
“Yeah, that’s what I call him because that’s what he is,” Elijah grinned, wide and infectious, and Orli couldn’t work out whether Elijah was deliberately ignoring her accusations or if he really couldn’t hear them. “It’s nice to see you, how are you?” Elijah asked.
She sat back and sighed. “I could be better. Barry left a while ago, he got a job in Newcastle and didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with him.
“I’m sorry about that, I know you liked him.”
“No more than any of the others,” she flicked her head, dismissing the absent Barry. “So I’m on my own again.”
“Well you can’t have Elijah back,” Orli interrupted. “He belongs here now.”
“You think he’s yours?” Silvia sneered.
“No,” Orli said appalled. “He doesn’t belong to anyone.” How did she do it? How did she make him feel like he was in the wrong, like he was the one who abused and betrayed Elijah? He had to get control back. “And shouldn’t it be the other way around, you asking how he is? He’s the one that’s had cancer.”
“Sssh Orli,” Elijah hushed him, smiling gently. “Don’t get so worked up.”
“Are you all right?” she asked disinterestedly. “Have you had… whatever it was done?”
“Yeah,” Elijah’s attention went from Orli back to her and his smile faded. “I had the operation and follow up treatment.”
“So are you cured now?”
“Hopefully.”
“Does that mean you’re not?”
“I have to keep going back for check ups but the doctor thinks I should be all right.”
“But you’re not normal anymore, are you?”
“No mum,” Elijah faced her squarely. “They cut my ball off, I’ll never be quite normal again.”
“Elijah…” Orli cut in, but Elijah’s hand tightened on his arm and he stopped.
“Does it still work?” She waved her hand vaguely in the direction of Elijah’s groin. “Down there I mean.”
“Yes it works, as long as the other one keeps going. I just look odd.”
“Well your pretty mouth should keep a man’s attention away from that.”
“You bloody bitch!” Orli exploded. “How can you say…”
“Orli,” Elijah dragged him forcibly towards the door and out of her line of sight. “She’s trying to wind you up, and doing a bloody good job of it by the look of you. Don’t play her games, you’re too good for them.”
“How can you stand there and listen to her?” Orli couldn’t keep his voice as quiet as Elijah’s.
“Because I know her, I know how she works. Give me some credit.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” Elijah cut across him. “Go and get dressed, she’s enjoying looking at you far too much for my liking. Remember I might sleep with both sexes but she’s resolutely a man’s woman, and a young man’s woman given half the chance.”
“But… I’m gay.”
“Oh shut up and let me pretend to be jealous,” Elijah laughed. “Now go and get dressed and calm down, it’s not the end of the world.”
“I’m not leaving you alone with her,” Orli folded his arms.
“For god’s sake what do you think is going to happen? In the time it takes you to get your jeans on she’ll have me bound and gagged and be carrying me out the door over her shoulder?”
Orli hesitated another moment before Elijah pulled a face at him and he gave in, turning towards the bedroom. Elijah went back into his mother.
“Domestic row all sorted?” Silvia said. “I’m surprised it took you that long, one flash of your baby blue eyes and you used to have them eating out of your hand. I hope you didn’t lose your touch when they cut your ball off.”
“We’re sorted,” was all Elijah said.
“Good,” she yawned and slipped her shoes off. “Now go and make me a cup of tea.”
Orli nipped into the bedroom before Elijah did as he was told.
And Orli felt the hatred burn in his belly.
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Title: New Rules – Damaged story 2
Chapter 8
Author: Arabia
Pairing: Elijah/Orli
Rating N17
Disclaimer: Total fiction
Notes: An AU set in modern day South London. This is NOT a WIP – it is all finished and will be posted over the next few days.
It carries on pretty much after the end of the original Damaged story and it won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that. The first story can be found here…
Damaged
Thank yous and kisses go to my darling
curthose for the amazing beta and to annwyn55 for making the beautiful icon that goes with the fic. You are both too wonderful to contemplate.New Rules
Chapter Eight
“What do you want to do tonight?” Orli asked around a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat into the sink then wiped the fogged up mirror, getting it ready so he could see the reflection. “Fancy a club or maybe just a quiet drink?”
Elijah pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out, reaching for a towel, and Orli got just the view he’d been waiting for. So what if he’d seen it last night and this morning, close up, very close up, once more wouldn’t hurt.
“You know what I’d really like to do? I want to go to the pictures, see something with a bit of oomph,” Elijah answered his own question. “How about the new Tim Robbins film? You’re always guaranteed something good with him.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Orli said distractedly as he angled his head for a better view. Elijah had dropped his towel and was just bending down to retrieve it…. lovely. Then the towel was fastened securely round Elijah’s waist and he turned, fixing Orli with a steely look. “Or we could see the new animation everyone’s talking about,” Orli added quickly. “You know, the one about the super hero.”
“That’s a kids’ film.”
“So?” Orli grinned. “We can sit in the back row and grope. It’s what you’re meant to do on a Saturday night.”
“You daft idiot,” Elijah flicked Orli with the spare towel as he elbowed him out of the way to clean his own teeth. “Go wash yourself, you can’t see a kids’ film stinking of sex.”
“Don’t see why not,” Orli said, but he stripped off and got into the shower anyway. Elijah stood, toothpaste in one hand, brush in the other and watched in the mirror. Orli really did have the world’s greatest arse.
“Okay, we’ll go to the pictures then,” Elijah dragged his eyes away as Orli closed the shower curtain. “Don’t suppose it’ll matter what we see, I’ll fall asleep anyway. I still can’t get used to the early mornings.”
“Now much longer have you got at the cleaning job? When does uni start?”
University. Elijah didn’t want to think about that. All right, he loved his subject and he loved studying, but the thought of all those new people… “Four weeks. I thought I’d work right up to the start date.”
“You don’t have to,” Orli’s hand poked out looking for the shampoo bottle. Elijah picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor and placed it in his palm. “I mean, why not have a week off?”
“Nah, I’ll get bored.” Or start thinking about it too much. “Besides, the money wouldn’t go amiss.”
“You still want to go and see that band? I told you I’d pay.”
“That’s not the point, I want to take you.”
“But I don’t mind if…”
“Shut up Orlando,” Elijah said affectionately.
For a couple of minutes they concentrated on washing and brushing in contented silence, then Elijah looked in the mirror at Orli’s outline behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. “This is nice this, isn’t it?” he said with just a little wonder in his voice. “Having a normal conversation, you and me, no big deal, no big scene, no great emotions. Just us, like this, and knowing it could happen again tomorrow and the next day. It’s nice, makes me feel… I dunno.”
“Content,” Orli turned the water off and got out, wrapping himself in a couple of towels. “You feel content.”
“Is that what it is?” Elijah continued to look at him through the mirror, as though turning round would be too much or maybe just break the connection. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Orli stood behind him, resting his chin on Elijah’s shoulder, and slipping his arms loosely around Elijah’s waist. “It’s a nice feeling isn’t it?”
“Yeah, in a way it’s better than all the hot passion. Not that I don’t like the passion, I mean, bloody hell,” he added quickly.
“I know what you mean,” Orli smiled. “I wouldn’t give the hot passion up for all the world but if I was forced to choose, well there’s a lot to be said for contentment.”
Elijah pushed back, smiling his agreement. “This is another thing I didn’t know about, another thing you’ve taught me.”
“And that bothers you?”
“Not really, makes me feel… grateful. It’s just sometime I feel a bit,” he shook his head. “Like you’re always giving and I’m always taking.”
“That’s daft, you’ve given me so much.”
For a long moment Elijah was still, staring intently at Orli in the mirror. “Is this how you felt with Shane?” he asked at last.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“No wonder you were looking for it again and didn’t want to settle for anything less.”
“’Lijah, there’s something else I should’ve told you. This isn’t especially normal, I… No, I don’t mean normal,” it was Orli’s turn to look intently into the mirror. “I mean, I don’t want you to think that what we have is especially common. Not everyone gets this, certainly not this good, not in their whole life. We’re very lucky to have this and I’m out of this world lucky to have found it twice. It’s why I’m damned well going to work at it and look after what we have.”
“So am I,” Elijah said seriously.
“Now do you understand just some of what you’ve given me?”
“Yeah, contentment.”
“And hope and another chance.”
“Is it as good as you had with Shane?” Elijah tightened his fingers on Orli’s arm. “Tell me the truth, I know where I stand with Shane.”
Orli thought carefully before replying. In his mind he could see the picture of Shane that Elijah had drawn, now in the frame he had found at the flea market, in its pride-of-place position on the wall above the telly. He thought about the two men, his two men. He needed to be honest.
“It’s different, in a lot of ways. Different but as good.” He smiled at Elijah. “With Shane I had contentment,” he suddenly broke into a huge grin. “But without so many high drama moments.”
Elijah grinned back. “You saying I’m a drama queen?” He slapped at Orli’s wrist.
“What with cancer and all the baggage we’ve both brought with us I think we’re in danger of heading that way,” Orli laughed.
Elijah pushed back into Orli again and Orli tightened his arms. “Please god, can we have some peace and quiet for a while? I want to get to know this feeling of contentment a bit more.”
“Amen to that,” Orli added. “Roll on the peace and quiet.”
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“Would you move your knee!” Elijah pushed at Orli’s leg. “For Christ sake this is meant to be hot sex, stop kneeling on my bloody hair.”
“Sorry,” Orli mumbled round a full mouth as he edged over a bit.
“Ouch! That’s my shoulder you’re on now.”
Orli lifted his head up, Elijah’s cock slipping out of his mouth with an obscene plop. “Well where am I meant to put my knees?”
“Next to my head; that’s next to it, as opposed on it,” Elijah pushed at Orli’s leg again, only this time harder and Orli’s luck and balance ran out. He tipped gracefully to one side, landing on Elijah’s face.
“Bloody hell,” was the only one of the list of muffled obscenities that Orli heard. He thought it was probably for the best. “Get off me, you idiot,” Elijah wriggled and his head popped out behind Orli. He wriggled and pushed some more. “Much as I like your arse, we’re not rimming now,” Elijah’s nose was temptingly close to the cleft. He heaved and rolled Orli further onto his side. “Now, we are meant to be doing a mutual blow job.”
“Are we?” Orli grinned. “It doesn’t seem to be going terribly well.”
“That’s because you have the co-ordination of a drunk elephant once you get hard.”
“It’s difficult to think about two things at once!”
“Especially when one is your dick,” Elijah sat back on his knees and surveyed the mess. “We are not giving up on this, even a novice can do a sixty nine and neither of us are exactly novices.”
“Or I could just blow you?” Orli squirmed towards Elijah’s lap.
“Get off,” Elijah flicked Orli’s hand away. “I wanna do this. We’ll just have to…” he thought about the problem. “Nothing else for it, you’ll just have to go on the bottom, much as I like the feeling of being smothered.” He rolled Orli onto his back and dragged him over to the centre of the bed. “Now hold still and stop fidgeting while I…”
Elijah crawled over Orli’s head, carefully positioning his knees so that they didn’t touch flesh or hair or anything else, and then lowered himself into Orli’s eagerly waiting hands so he could be guided into an equally eager and hot mouth.
His groan of pleasure echoed off the walls.
Orli’s hands came up to cup round Elijah’s arse and he pulled him down ever so slightly as Elijah’s legs splayed against the sheet. Now Elijah was in the right position and, with his hands holding just there, Orli was in control and ready to start in earnest. He lifted a little, sliding his tongue along Elijah’s cock in an elongated kiss, and tipped his head back. Now, as he pulled down, Elijah’s cock not only rubbed over his lip-sheathed teeth but also up and over the roof of his mouth. Up and over the hard, friction giving roof of his mouth.
Elijah wasn’t the only one who knew how to organise things.
Pull down, tip head, tighten lips, remember to suck… Like he needed to be reminded! Orli loved to give head, loved everything about it. The feel of Elijah’s hard and surprisingly heavy cock in his mouth, loved the way it could be almost too much if it was pushed too fiercely into the back of his throat, loved fighting his own natural gag reaction, loved pushing his face as close into Elijah’s pubic hair as his reflexes would allow, fuck he even loved the smell.
No, he adored the smell of Elijah’s cock.
And he loved the rhythm. The way that he’d found Elijah’s rhythm, that it had become as natural and instinctive to him as breathing. More than that, he knew all of Elijah’s rhythms. He could match the rhythm to Elijah’s mood as easily as he could take his cock into his mouth. He knew Elijah, inside and out, and he could use that knowledge to destroy him.
Stuck, lift, tilt, don’t let Elijah go too fast, don’t let him rush things. This needed time and concentration and… oh fuck.
Elijah was sucking on his balls.
Why the fuck did that get to him so much? It was like little, tiny bolts of lightning going off or nasty electric shocks, just the right side of pleasurable. Most of the time. Elijah sucked one of Orli’s balls hard into his mouth and Orli couldn’t help his hands moving instantly down. Only by sheer force of will did he keep them out of Elijah’s hair, twisting them tight into the sheet.
Was he sure he liked this?
Shit, shit, shit, course he liked it. He liked it when Elijah did that thing with his tongue – like now – pushing and rolling his ball inside Elijah’s mouth and a whole electricity sub-station exploded in his groin. At least Orli thought he liked it, as he tried to wriggle back away from Elijah’s mouth, and he sure as hell liked the feel of Elijah’s knees close in as his head whipped to the side. And, how was he supposed to breathe with Elijah’s cock in his mouth?
Elijah’s cock.
He was meant to be doing something with that.
Fuck, he couldn’t do two things at once let alone multi-task. Like Elijah said, not when he was hard. And not when Elijah had moved down to the skin that pulled tight just under his balls.
Shit, bugger, shit, bugger, bugger, bugger, shit. Just who the hell was destroying who here? Who? Whom? Sod grammar, think about Elijah’s cock, think about rhythm and making the little bugger shake and shiver as bad as he was. It was positively embarrassing to be brought to your knees this easily, after all he was older, even if it was only by three and a half years and…
Oh god…. Not yet! He couldn’t come when Elijah hadn’t even really got started on his cock.
Pull your fingers out of the bloody sheets and concentrate.
And talking of knees…Elijah’s were in the wrong place. Orli untangled his hands and pulled Elijah’s knees in even closer to his head where he could feel them squashing against his cheeks even without moving. That was better, that was good: that was bloody hot! Now all he had to do was get his hands back where they were supposed to be and… That was perfect.
Orli curled his fingers into the soft, squidgy rounded flesh of Elijah’s arse and concentrated for all he was worth on letting the rhythm flow around the cock in his mouth. Stuck, lift, tilt, pressure, suckle for a moment then, slide back down and stuck, lift, tilt, pressure. That was it, that was them, their rhythm, Elijah’s rhythm. Like no other and just perfect. All he had to do was lie here, enjoy himself, and keep it going.
Stuck, lift, tilt, pressure, suckle for a moment then, slide back down and stuck, lift, tilt, pressure.
Perfect.
And the smell!
And… Oh fuck.
Elijah had slipped a quick tongue up the length of his cock, hooked in the tip, and taken the lot right down.
Fuck.
How was he meant to compete with that?
Orli gave up. If Elijah wanted to be in control, let him.
But Orli knew how to make Elijah take complete responsibility for making sure they both had a really good time. Then he could just do his impression of a beached whale and wallow in all the pleasure that was being thrown at him.
Orli slipped both hands up and round and pushed home his thumbs into a dark, hot hole.
Elijah shuddered. Froze. Shuddered again.
And then fucked Orli’s mouth as hard as he sucked on his cock.
Sod rhythm, sod finesse and elegance. Orli would have grinned with the pleasure of knowing who had won if his mouth hadn’t been so occupied.
Two minutes later and Elijah couldn’t stop Orli’s come from dribbling out between his lips as he fought to breathe against the force of his own orgasm. His hips twitched, trembling alarmingly, as he let Orli’s cock slip out with a wet squelch and he rested his forehead against Orli’s leg. “Oh god,” he whispered to the leg.
“Good?” Orli asked smugly, reaching up to gently push Elijah’s hip, watching him tip not-too-gracefully to one side.
They lay back sated, Elijah’s head on Orli’s ankle, Orli’s arm wrapped around Elijah’s calf, both grinning contentedly at the ceiling. “Well that took some organising,” Elijah laughed gently, after a full minute of laboured panting.
“It was worth it though, don’t you think?” Orli continued to grin.
“Yeah,” Elijah felt positively like a Cheshire cat. “It was worth it.” He turned his head, rubbing his nose against the round bulge of Orli’s ankle bone. “And it’s good to know we can still do hot and passionate.”
“You doubted it?” Orli couldn’t help but raise both eyebrows.
“Well, we are both kinda hooked on contentment.”
Orli laughed out loud. “While I still have the energy I’m going for hot and passionate with my contentment.”
“In that case, me too,” Elijah sighed back, his nose still pressed against Orli. “Hot, passionate contentment and an early evening snooze.”
“Sounds like my kind of plan,” Orli pulled Elijah’s leg closer and closed his eyes. He smiled to himself. Elijah smelled almost as good from this position. Almost. Life was good.
The doorbell rang.
Orli groaned long and loud, his hands covering his face.
“Tell ‘em to sod off,” Elijah said, rolling over and pushing at Orli’s thigh with his chin, no intention of getting up. “And tell them they have worse timing than you.”
“Tell them yourself,” Orli pushed back.
“It’s your flat.”
“Just as much yours now as mine.”
“Really?” Elijah perked up.
“Course it is, now go open the door.”
“Erm, let me think about that,” Elijah lay back down. “I don’t know anybody so it can’t be for me. So, no.”
“Bastard,” Orli hauled himself to his feet, scratching his belly. “Where are my clothes?”
“In the hall, I think.” The doorbell rang again.
“And the dirty stuff?”
“I actually put the washing machine on, it must have finished a couple of hours ago. Aren’t you impressed?” Elijah yawned and tried to find the duvet.
“And you say I have lousy timing,” Orli grabbed the old bathrobe that had been hanging unused on the back of the door for more years than he could remember. He slipped it on, catching hold of the edge of the duvet and dragging it away from the bed as he passed. “If I have to get up so do you.”
“And I thought you loved me,” Elijah called after him.
“Doesn’t mean you can sleep when I can’t.”
Orli kicked the discarded clothes to one side as he walked down the hall and opened the front door.
Silvia.
Elijah’s mother.
So much for peace and quiet and contentment.
“What do you want?” he said softly so that Elijah wouldn’t hear but with a wall of steel behind his words. He moved out onto the step, pulling the door to behind him.
“I’ve come for my son,” Silvia said simply. “I’m sure you’ve had long enough to get bored with him by now.” She looked pointedly at Orli’s nakedness under the bathrobe and he fought hard against the urge to pull the sides tighter around himself. “But then again, maybe you haven’t. I see he’s remembered his manners and kept his host happy.”
“Get away from here,” Orli spat.
She stood her ground, hitching her shoulders back in a gesture just like Elijah’s when Orli had first met him. “It’s going to be like that, is it? Funny I thought you’d understand. I’m glad he’s made himself…. useful, but I’m sure he’s paid his way by now and I want him back.”
“He’s staying with me,” Orli wasn’t a man prone to high emotion but he could hardly believe the strength of the white cold fury he felt building in his belly. He wasn’t a man who hated but, by god, the woman before him deserved every ounce of his hate.
“Find your own plaything,” she said, her voice as hard as stone. “This one belongs to me.” Silvia tried to push past him but Orli blocked her path. She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. Do you want to call him out here or shall I?”
And Orli knew she’s do it. She’d scream and cause a scene until all the neighbours, and more importantly Elijah, heard her and came to see what the fuss was all about. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he opened the door and called over his shoulder. “’Lijah, you need to come here.”
“And do I need to put some clothes on first?” Elijah shouted back from the depths of the flat. Orli could hear the laughter in his voice and his heart sank at the thought that this woman would make him lose it.
“Yeah, put something on,” he wanted to add an endearment, he needed to, but they didn’t really go in for that. “Find some clothes, mate,” he added, then whispered to himself, “You’re going to need all the protection you can get.” He caught a quick glimpse of Elijah, pale skinned and naked, bouncing along the hall to pick over the pile of clothes, before he pulled the door closed again.
It was ridiculous to have this conversation on the doorstep but Orli couldn’t bear the thought of that woman in their home.
That woman.
He couldn’t, wouldn’t think of her as anything else.
He turned back to face her, arms matching hers, folded across his chest, and waited. It wasn’t long before Elijah popped round the door, automatically curling himself around Orli’s back, chin on his shoulder, nipping at his ear. “What’s up?”
“She is,” Orli nodded in Silvia’s direction, his voice dripping ice.
“I am,” Silvia held her arms open to Elijah.
Elijah froze, then slowly, oh so slowly, stood up, a gap forming between him and Orli.
Orli hated her even more.
“Mum,” Elijah said, his voice flat. “What are you doing here?”
“Give your mother a hug then,” she said, ignoring Elijah’s question and pushing past Orli to catch hold of Elijah. He stood, bemused, as she reached around him in a perfunctory hug and threw Orli a look of possession.
Elijah slunk out of her grasp in an odd, quirky manner. From the expression on his face Orli was suddenly sure that Elijah hadn’t been hugged by his mother for a long, long time.
“Well aren’t you going to ask me in then?” she said brightly, looking at Elijah.
“I,” Elijah looked at Orli. “I don’t know, it’s not my flat.”
Orli’s guts tightened and his hatred grew a little more.
“Orlando?” Elijah’s hand was on his arm and Orli looked over into eyes that were softly seeking reassurance. The ice in his belly melted a little.
“Do you want her to come in?” Orli asked Elijah softly.
“Of course he does,” Silvia exclaimed.
“Elijah?” Orli ignored her.
Elijah shrugged his shoulders. “She’s my mum.”
Orli wanted to scream that no, she wasn’t. She was the bitch that had used and abused him, but Elijah was looking at him, confused and hesitant. Orli wanted to push her away, drag Elijah inside, wrap him in cotton wool and protect him for evermore but it had to be right for Elijah. It had to be what he wanted, what was best for him.
If Orli had ever thought about Silvia before he’d imagined Elijah taking one look at her, telling her to fuck off, then slamming the door in her face. But that hadn’t happened.
“You’d better come in then,” Orli said regretting every word as he said it.
But where to go? He led them up the hall, kicking their bedroom door shut as he passed. The thought of her looking at their messed up bed, the bed that just a few minutes ago they’d been so happy and content in. Christ, he was thinking like it was all gone, all over but it didn’t have to be. She might just be here to say hello, Elijah might not want to talk to her, they might just have a long chat and clear the air before she left them happier than ever.
Orli doubted each possibility as it occurred to him and he was scared.
He took them into the living room, it somehow felt less personal than anywhere else, then stood there in the middle of the room whilst she made herself comfortable on their sofa. Elijah hung back by the door, his eyes moving from one to the other, until at last he came to stand next to Orli.
Orli breathed a sigh of relief and leaned in closer.
“So what do you want?” Orli said again. He was going to take control of the situation and get her out as fast as he could.
“I told you, I’ve come to see my son.” Her eyes travelled up the length of Elijah’s body, taking in his naked feet and hastily applied clothes. “I see you’ve made yourself at home Elijah.”
E-lie-ja
Orli even hated the way she mangled his name.
“He is at home, this is his home, and now you’ve seen him you can fuck off,” Orli didn’t mean to swear or come such a heavy but every atom in his body was screaming to rip her apart for what she’d done.
“Orli,” Elijah’s voice was warm and soft and his hand felt gentle on Orli’s arm as he turned Orli to look at him. “She’s only my mum, not the devil,” he smiled.
Elijah seemed to have got over the initial shock and looked calmer and more like himself. He smiled again, tangling his fingers with Orli’s and pulling him in closer. “Mum,” he turned them both to face her. “I know you’ve met once before but I think I should introduce you properly. This is Orli, my boyfriend.”
Orli heard the pride in Elijah’s voice and the ice in his belly started to melt again. ‘My Boyfriend.’ Elijah had called him, ‘My Boyfriend.’ They’d be all right.
“Boyfriend indeed?” she looked surprised. “Is that what you call it now?”
“Yeah, that’s what I call him because that’s what he is,” Elijah grinned, wide and infectious, and Orli couldn’t work out whether Elijah was deliberately ignoring her accusations or if he really couldn’t hear them. “It’s nice to see you, how are you?” Elijah asked.
She sat back and sighed. “I could be better. Barry left a while ago, he got a job in Newcastle and didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with him.
“I’m sorry about that, I know you liked him.”
“No more than any of the others,” she flicked her head, dismissing the absent Barry. “So I’m on my own again.”
“Well you can’t have Elijah back,” Orli interrupted. “He belongs here now.”
“You think he’s yours?” Silvia sneered.
“No,” Orli said appalled. “He doesn’t belong to anyone.” How did she do it? How did she make him feel like he was in the wrong, like he was the one who abused and betrayed Elijah? He had to get control back. “And shouldn’t it be the other way around, you asking how he is? He’s the one that’s had cancer.”
“Sssh Orli,” Elijah hushed him, smiling gently. “Don’t get so worked up.”
“Are you all right?” she asked disinterestedly. “Have you had… whatever it was done?”
“Yeah,” Elijah’s attention went from Orli back to her and his smile faded. “I had the operation and follow up treatment.”
“So are you cured now?”
“Hopefully.”
“Does that mean you’re not?”
“I have to keep going back for check ups but the doctor thinks I should be all right.”
“But you’re not normal anymore, are you?”
“No mum,” Elijah faced her squarely. “They cut my ball off, I’ll never be quite normal again.”
“Elijah…” Orli cut in, but Elijah’s hand tightened on his arm and he stopped.
“Does it still work?” She waved her hand vaguely in the direction of Elijah’s groin. “Down there I mean.”
“Yes it works, as long as the other one keeps going. I just look odd.”
“Well your pretty mouth should keep a man’s attention away from that.”
“You bloody bitch!” Orli exploded. “How can you say…”
“Orli,” Elijah dragged him forcibly towards the door and out of her line of sight. “She’s trying to wind you up, and doing a bloody good job of it by the look of you. Don’t play her games, you’re too good for them.”
“How can you stand there and listen to her?” Orli couldn’t keep his voice as quiet as Elijah’s.
“Because I know her, I know how she works. Give me some credit.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” Elijah cut across him. “Go and get dressed, she’s enjoying looking at you far too much for my liking. Remember I might sleep with both sexes but she’s resolutely a man’s woman, and a young man’s woman given half the chance.”
“But… I’m gay.”
“Oh shut up and let me pretend to be jealous,” Elijah laughed. “Now go and get dressed and calm down, it’s not the end of the world.”
“I’m not leaving you alone with her,” Orli folded his arms.
“For god’s sake what do you think is going to happen? In the time it takes you to get your jeans on she’ll have me bound and gagged and be carrying me out the door over her shoulder?”
Orli hesitated another moment before Elijah pulled a face at him and he gave in, turning towards the bedroom. Elijah went back into his mother.
“Domestic row all sorted?” Silvia said. “I’m surprised it took you that long, one flash of your baby blue eyes and you used to have them eating out of your hand. I hope you didn’t lose your touch when they cut your ball off.”
“We’re sorted,” was all Elijah said.
“Good,” she yawned and slipped her shoes off. “Now go and make me a cup of tea.”
Orli nipped into the bedroom before Elijah did as he was told.
And Orli felt the hatred burn in his belly.
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I loved every word of Damaged, and this is just as wonderful, if not more brilliant. The way you balance the love of the relationship with their histories and insecurities, and the twists to the story. Sylvia really is a piece of work, isn't she?
Really, truly brilliant. Just thank you for posting more!
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*snuzzles you*
Great chapter!!!
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Hehe, but you did that on purpose.
And that is THE hottest 69 I've ever read! Yummy.
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Please update soon, I have to know how this will continue!
*hugs*
*snarls*
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So glad you like both fics. I've tried really hard to make these two characters have real complicated back stories so that they react more like ordinary people. They are very much in love but, bloody hell, they make it complicated at times!
More will be along as soon as I can.
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Thank you for being a sweetheart!
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Thank you honey.
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Promise I'll update soon as I can but I'm a poorly soul at the moment, please forgive me?
*Hugs* for the fab feedback honey.
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*stupid bloody characters -- they should listen to their author for once!*
Thank you so much for the brill feedback, it's very much appreciated honey.