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NEW: Always Darkest 7/30 (Viggo/Elijah, some Astin/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: Always Darkest
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah, some Astin/Lij RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Elijah and Sean Astin share one night and then must deal with the consequences.
Author's Notes: This is one of a multitude of long, complex fictions that Wushu and I have been writing together. Basically, this is unbetaed as neither of us have time to beta this one and our regular beta readers want to kill us. We have four other fictions with them, so this one has to go out raw. We apologize for any errors, of which there are probably quite a few. Please ignore them!
"For a moment, Viggo started to say no problem, but then he just smiled and kissed Elijah's cheek. "Not too long until dinner now."
"Nope, not too long... Maybe we should see the table?" Elijah smiled up at Viggo, still leaning against him slightly.
"Want me to do it?" Viggo asked, concerned about how much Elijah seemed to be down all of a sudden.
"No... We shall do it together." And Elijah headed to the correct cupboard with a determined shake of his head, this was not going to beat him.
Following, Viggo quietly helped Elijah make the table ready. He smiled at the determination on the younger man's face, recognizing some of himself when he was younger there. "What shall we drink with your meal?"
"Um... if you want wine or something like that... a dry white... if not I'm happy with coke... honestly, I'm just happy with coke." He gave Viggo a rueful grin.
"I think we bought enough Coke to keep you happy for several years," Viggo said, eyeing the fridge. He grabbed out a couple of cans, setting them down and then asked, "Anything else or should I be seated?"
"Well you could put some music on?" Elijah placed the cooked vegetables into serving bowls, placing them on the table, adding the sauce for the meat before going back, getting the meat out of the oven, "perfect!"
"All right." Viggo wandered into the living room and thumbed through his collection. In a moment, the World Without Sundays CD, gift of Dom, came on, blaring hard rock into their world.
Elijah looked over at Viggo and just shook his head.
"No good?" Viggo asked sadly.
"It's a little too... too!" Elijah grinned, shaking his head.
With a slight pout for effect, Viggo went and removed the CD. He sighed heavily, putting it away and thumbing through more music. Finally, he selected Carmina Burana and put it on, letting the classical music and the chorus fill his ears.
Elijah served them both, letting Viggo have his moments with the music, smiling at Viggo's rapt expression, his eyes showing great fondness, but finally he called just loud enough to be heard, "Dinner's ready Vig."
"AH, right," Viggo said, pulling himself from the front of the stereo and walking to the table. He sat down and waited for Elijah to join him. "So what all do we have here?"
"Um... well we have mash potatoes... um... steamed beans, carrots with butter, honey and dill, lovely... um... and chicken, baked with bacon and mustard... and we have mustard sauce."
"I'll take a helping of everything," Viggo said with deep satisfaction. "And you can be my permanent chief anytime you want to take the job."
"You... you have one... and thanks, but er... what's the pay and other such things before I agree?" Elijah sat down and waited for Viggo to eat something.
Viggo cut off a piece of chicken and ate it slowly, letting Elijah see how much he enjoyed the flavour. Although he exaggerated the facial expressions slightly, the appreciation was real. "I can pay you in lodging, meals, and horse rides."
Elijah laughed softly, pleased that Viggo was enjoying the meal and started eating himself, "I'm glad you like it... and I'll take the offer under consideration."
I can also offer some medical benefits, though they are only from my own ranger knowledge," Viggo said. "But the views out here are great!" He started in on the food with earnest.
Elijah keep glancing at Viggo and smiling, finally commenting, "I think the fact you eat like a real person is one of the things I like the most about you Vig... none of that Hollywood stick figure stuff."
"Its not my style," Viggo confessed after munching more chicken. "Orlando was always tutting at me about my waistline, but I just ignored him on that point." He looked longingly around. "More?"
"Yes... of course..." Elijah lifted the covers off the serving bowls, showing Viggo just how much more there was, Elijah always overcooked.
Viggo eyed the quantity and then drawled, "Either you thought an army might come join us or Orlando was gossiping about just how much I overate."
"Um... I've never been good at small quantities... and remember... hobbit here, I haven't even started on my seconds or thirds."
"Ah yes, I forgot for a moment... hobbit's gerbil in heat metabolism." He winked at Elijah and helped himself to more chicken and potatoes. "So, are you going to join me for yoga tomorrow morning?"
Elijah laughed as he served himself up another plate thinking about the question, "What time?"
"I usually start at about eight in the morning, after a nice warm shower and some stretching," Viggo said with a little arch of his back just thinking about it,
"I... I guess I could try it." Elijah shrugs, "Worst comes to worst I'll watch you do it." He smiled at Viggo, "If you don't mind?"
"Once I get into the zone, I never notice people watching," Viggo said. "If you want to try with me, we can do some of the simpler exercises." he wiggled his eyebrows. "I can teach you the secrets to holding back during sex or being able to orgasms three or four times."
"Only four?" Elijah's own grin was very, very smug.
"Mind your manners, or I'll smack you across the knuckles with this knife," Viggo said warningly. "Besides, at my age, some men are lucky to get once."
"I wouldn't know... being some what... half? Your age?" Elijah laughs softly, grinning down at Viggo, "It's ok you know Vig... if you can wear out Orli, you can't be at all lacking."
"That's it, I stop doing favours for you here and now," Viggo said with an affronted look. He tilts his chin in the air and finished off his second helping.
"Um... so you don't think wearing out Orli is an achievement?" Elijah looked very confused.
"I suppose," Viggo said with a little half nod of his head. "Still, not the way you said it."
Elijah gets up, taking his plate with him and snuggled into Viggo's lap, "All I said was... I don't know what it's like for men older than me, but if you can wear Orli out, you can't be doing badly. That's all I meant to, so relax." And he lay his cheek on Viggo's shoulder as he continued to eat from the plate now in his lap.
Viggo sighed once and then wrapped his arm around Elijah's waist, accepting his presence. Little warning bells rang in his head even as he did so, alerting him to the very likely possibility that he was heading straight for a world more hurt. Still, he could not deny Elijah the comfort he needed, so he shoved the warning away.
While still eating Elijah started speaking, the words themselves seeming to boil out of his soul, "It was the most amazing night I've ever had you know. I... I've had lovers before, but... I think I learnt the meaning between sex and lovemaking. There was so... so many emotions in every touch, every word... it was as if we were touching each other's souls. At times I thought, no, not thought, knew when I looked into his eyes I was seeing his soul, and that he could see mine. And it made me sure that I would die, then and there from how much I felt. I've been in love with Sean since I met him, but it was like I had never truly felt that love until that day, that night, in his arms."
The words hurt Viggo like a thousand bees stinging into his heart. He feared with a sudden wave of pure feeling that Elijah might never recover from Sean after all. Part of him cursed the married man for not sending Elijah away, for giving in to temptation and hurting them both so badly. Another part of him understood why Astin choose the way he did. He took a few deep breaths, trying to find the words to answer Elijah in some way, but failed miserably. How do you tell a person one of the most meaningful experiences of their life might be holding back their recovery? What do you say when faced with such terrible happiness?
"And now, I have to find a way to take that feeling, and... Close my heart to it. To... to some how put those feeling, and that memory in a little box that is a no go zone. I... I know I can do it for moments... when I was cooking, I didn't think about it, I felt... well reasonably content, but... it never lasts. I don't know how to make it last." He puts his plate on the table and snuggles into Viggo, "I..." He shook his head and went silent.
"The most wonderful memory I have of Orlando and I is the day I told him I loved him," Viggo said after the silence stretched for a moment. "We were on one of the beaches near Wellington... I guess it was the middle of filming, and the tow of us just walked along the beach at sundown. It was one of those nights where everything feels enchanted, unreal... and there we were in the middle of it all. And suddenly, I just stopped, turned to him and started babbling, the way I do when artistic urges strike me and nothing can stop them. His whole face just lit up until his eyes shone brighter than the moon or the stars or even the sun itself. Some stupid, fucking, ridiculous romance movie scene... but I never felt happier. So it comes back to haunt me sometimes, when I least expect. Not much anymore. I can think about it now without the pain I used to associate with the memory. It's become a moment to treasure again, instead of the agony I felt for awhile."
"I hope in a while I can treasure this memory, make it something good, like it is meant to be. You give me hope Viggo, because I know you loved Orli more than I think I can love... if you can not only survive but move on, surly I can do the same?"
"Why do you say I love more than you can?" Viggo asked with a slight frown.
"You have... such a giving heart Viggo. I don't think I can match that."
"Daft boy," Viggo said with a fond smile, "do you think you could hurt this much if your did not have a heart the size of a small planet?"
Elijah laughed softly, "That's not moon... that's a space station."
"I take it this is some movie quote I do not know," Viggo said with upraised eyebrows.
"OH MY GOD!!! You DON'T know Star Wars???" Elijah starred at Viggo like he was looking at proof there were aliens on earth.
"Oh is that from Star Wars?" Viggo said weakly. He grinned a little at the expression on Elijah's face, feeling like some primordial being who just oozed out of the slime.
"Well that settles it Vig... we're watching Star Wars as soon as dinner's over." And he nodded firmly.
"Oh goody," Viggo said. He wondered if he could safely spend three hours washing dishes and showering and then claim fatigue and go to bed.
"Ohhh... come on! It's fun! It really is!" Elijah looked up at Viggo as appealingly as he could.
Those blue eyes bore into Viggo's resistance like no other force on earth. He attempted to avoid their gaze, resist the begging. Stand up to the temptation, but he might as well have been trying to stop a gorilla with a fly swatter. "Oh... all right."
Elijah grinned and gave Viggo a kiss on the cheek before scrambling out of his lap to start cleaning up, "Are you finished?" He looked at the remarkably little left overs and grinned, "Maybe I didn't over cater?"
"I am stuffed, for the moment," Viggo said, patting his stomach. He stood and helped clean off the table. "I'll wash the dishes, while you go drag down Star Trek."
That got Viggo a smack to his ass, although a playful one, "Star *Wars, Viggo, wars, not trek!" And he sighed, finishing off clearing the table before going in search of his suitcase.
A sink full of soapy water to wash dishes always cleared Viggo's mind and made him happy in some strange way. He took his time with each dish, making sure they sparkled before being out into the rack to dry. Most people thought him quaint or stupid to not use the dishwasher, but he cheerfully scoffed at them. Once the last of the dishes shone to his satisfaction, Viggo went in search of Elijah.
Elijah had set himself up in the bedroom, putting the DVD of A New Hope in as well as gathering a few extra pillows and drinks, setting them up for an evening of moving.
Peering in, Viggo smiled at the domesticity of the scene. Anyone unfamiliar with them would think they were lovers. He walked over and flopped on the bed, ready to face a night of sci-fi... or more likely fall asleep trying. A sly grin tweaked at his mouth, as he remembered Orlando's failed attempts to show him movies.
Elijah snuggled into Viggo once Viggo himself was comfortable and started the movie.
wrapping an arm around Elijah, Viggo tried to concentrate on the movie. After about half an hour, his eyes drifted closed, and he slipped into a dream about blue eyes and perfect cheekbones and being chased by somebody holding something that resembled a lightsaber.
Elijah watched to the end of the movie, well aware that Viggo was fast asleep, turning it off and snuggling into Viggo, dreaming of blue eyes, and strange, manic grins.
About three in the morning, Viggo started awake out of a nightmare, heart pounding and sweat pooling under his arms and chest. He gently disentangled himself from Elijah and headed for the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked into the mirror and muttered, 'Face it, old man, you are in big trouble." After brushing his teeth, he snuck back into his room, changed into a pair of boxers and covered Elijah over with the spread. He snuck under the covers and turned on his side to try and sleep again.
"Is everything ok?" Elijah had woken when he'd realized that Viggo was gone. Changing into his PJ's he had laid down again, waiting for Viggo to return. Now he rolled onto his side and propped himself up, looking at Viggo.
"Nightmare," Viggo muttered, opening his eyes to quint at Elijah in the darkness. "Should you take off your contacts?"
"I don't have to... they are disposable... And if I do, I can't see you." He smiled at Viggo in the darkness, the white of his teeth showing the clearest, "Want to talk about it?"
A brief hesitation ensued, while Viggo considered the offer. "It was rather indistinct, like a set of bad feelings rather than anything concrete. I guess the worst was... being alone in the dark."
Elijah moved a little closer until he could reach out and take Viggo's hand, saying softly, "You are not alone in the dark my friend, for I am here too."
Strong fingers curled around Elijah's smaller ones. "I know, but dreams don't have to make sense, Elijah. Nothing much makes sense at this tome of morning when you wake out of a dream. Anything can be real then... anything terrible or wonderful you imagine seems real at that moment." He lay his hand back down, still holding Elijah's. "I am sorry for waking you up."
"It's ok... I would have woken needing to get out of my clothes anyway." Elijah tightened his fingers around Viggo's a little, trying to offer his support, "No, dreams seldom make sense, but... now, in the waking world, you are not alone. And neither am I, and that is a goodness."
"I'm glad to be here for you, Elijah," Viggo said in a sleepy voice. He yawned and snuggled down deeper under the covers. "Want to join me under the rest of the covers?"
Elijah's laugh was a light as bells as he snuggled deeper and into Viggo's chest, draping an arm around Viggo happily, "Yes, I want."
"Good," Viggo said. "Sorry I feel asleep on Star Trek. Maybe next time?"
"If I wasn't so comfortable and happy were I was, that would be cause for a tickle war Viggo, cause it was deliberate..." Elijah let out a little huff of laughter, his breath tickling against Viggo's throat.
"We can do the tickle war tomorrow, part of warming up for yoga," Viggo said, His nose found a very comfortable spot in the crook of Elijah's neck, so he left it there happily.
Elijah sighed softly, "Maybe... Maybe not..." Elijah's eyes were closing, too heavy to keep open as sleep dragged him under.
A last yawn and a whispered, "Night, Doodle," later and Viggo fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
Elijah's attempt to say night was drowned out by his yawn, and by the time the yawn was over, he was asleep himself.
Although he did not sleep as much as normal, Viggo still awoke at the dawn and climbed out of bed to do some stretching and yoga. He made sure every muscle received equal stretch time, before setting out the mat in his room and beginning his basic yoga positions. He started with dia, down on two knees, arms stretched to the sky and fingers flexed.
"I thought you didn't do this until eight am?" Elijah looked over the edge of the bed at Viggo, his hair mused, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and looking about 12 years old.
Crossing his legs, Viggo assumed a very dignified yogi type position.
"Go back to sleep, Doodle," he mum rued into the quiet morning air. "No reason for you to get up yet."
"I thought you were going to show me how to?" Elijah rubbed at his eyes a little more before frowning, "Vig right..." And he stumbled his way into the bathroom.
Viggo turned over on his back, planting both feet firmly on the ground. He arched up, his back lifting off the mat and pushing his flat stomach into the air. His arms stretched out behind his head, reaching for the far wall, while the flat of his head remained on the mat.
Elijah came back into the room with glasses that had rather thick black frames and stared at Viggo, "I'm officially impressed."
From his bridge position, Viggo said, "This is just warm-up. Besides, I practiced this kind of position without yoga."
"You kinky king you... I hope Arwen was just as... bendable." And Elijah bent over Viggo to kiss his cheek before flopping onto the bed, looking over the edge at Viggo with a great deal of interest.
Viggo snorted a little without seeming to move a muscle. "Elves are naturally Gumby like. Aragorn had to do this just to keep up with them." He retained the position a few more moments and then rolled back on to his rear. "You want to see kinky?" He rolled on his knees, place his hands and feet flat on the mat and pushed upward. "The standing forward bend." His ass ended up high in the air, offered rather openly to anyone for a stare or maybe something more...
"Well Viggo... I never assumed you'd make such an offer to me... I'm flattered, very... but I'll have to turn you down, this time..." He grinned at Viggo, shaking his head, "You wanton hussy of a man."
"I can hold this position for six hours," Viggo said as though he did not hear Elijah. "I once got very bored and decided to see how long I could last." He did not stay for much longer this time, however, relaxing back on the mat. "Now for one that always makes my back feel good." He extended his arms down by his sides all the way, placing his fingers on the mat, arched up his shoulders, bent his neck so his forehead rested on the floor and lifted up both legs. "Ta-da, the locust."
"That looks... I don't know... I think I'm speechless." Elijah's eyes peered at Viggo from behind his glasses, "Does it hurt?"
"Nope, feels rather nice, actually." Viggo grinned, although Elijah could not see it, as he was face down on the mat. "All I need now is a nice young, flexible lover to share all these moves with."
"I do believe you are getting down right frisky Viggy!" Elijah's giggle was very warm.
"Must be the glasses. They make me want to jump you," Viggo teased.
Elijah's giggle became a loud amused laugh at Viggo's reply.
Legs bent back under Viggo on the mat. He settled his shoulders back down and stretched out his arms in front of him. He looked like a sinner, begging for forgiveness from a harsh and judgmental god. "What? I have a thing for nerds in big rimmed glasses."
"Mmmhmmm... And that's why you fell for the most not geeky, beautiful guy on set huh?"
"His outward appearance never really factored in," Viggo said with a slight twitch of his shoulders. "If he had been four feet two and weighted three hundred pounds, I would have loved him the same."
Elijah awwwed very softly, "That is a very sweet and romantic thing to say Viggo, even more cause you feel it."
"Well, I admit that everyone on the set was tasty in their own way." Viggo remained perfectly still other than his lips. "That's why I snogged Billy during the filming of Sam and Rosie's wedding. Could hardly let that moment go by."
"You know... you seemed to be really enjoying that.' Elijah shook his head, grinning as he remembered the footage shown at dailies of that kiss, "Billy's scared for life though."
"I know," Viggo said with a hint of triumph on his voice. "He's mostly afraid I will announce one day that he opened his mouth to suck at my tongue." Viggo stood up smoothly, assuming the warrior position, legs stretched out and arms pointed in opposite direction in front and behind him.
Elijah sat up, eyes sparkling and he bounced a little, "Did he REALLY? I'm never gonna let him live this down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Viggo watched him with a little grin. "He'll come over here and strangle me with one of his kilts."
Elijah bounces more, "You're too tall, you can stop him... Did he? Oh Vig!! Pleasepleaseplease tell me it's true??????????"
Assuming the prayer position, standing tall, with hands clasped and held upward toward the sky, Viggo said, "Yes, I do think our dear Scot is not quite the straight arrow he pretends to be."
"Cause he and Dom have been shagging for years you know." Elijah grinned.
"Oh yes, I know, but sometimes, I wonder if Billy lets himself believe these things," Viggo said. He pulled his arms back down and stood relaxed and looked at Elijah waiting. "And yes, he slipped me some tongue as well."
Elijah bounced off the bed and threw himself at Viggo, laughing hard as he hugged Viggo tightly, still bouncing on his toes, "HE'S is NEVER gonna live this down!! Although Dommie might wanna kick your ass over it."
Catching Elijah, Viggo held him off the ground and laughed at the expression on his face. "Dominic has no room for kicking my ass, little hobbit."
"So he slipped you the tongue too? Wow... seems I'm the only gay hobbit who HASN'T made out with the scruffy ranger."
"Well, Dom was just a drunken snog before either of us really paired off. And Billy was just to get a rise out of him. Orlando did his own fair share of the snogs and gropes, I am told."
Elijah giggles and shook his head, snuggling into Viggo's chest, "All wanton, brazen hussies, everyone of them."
"I think yoga may be done for the morning. What say I grab a quick shower, make us some breakfast and then we can be off on our ride?" Viggo asked, holding Elijah close to him.
"I think not. You owe me a yoga lesson... And I expect that deal to be kept!" Elijah's tone was most indignant and he looked up at Viggo through his glasses.
"There are other mornings, unless you plan on leaving," Viggo reminded him. He reached up with a free hand and removed Elijah's glasses. Holding them up to his own eyes, he groaned, "Wow, you are blind."
"Like you didn't know that before." Elijah took the glasses back and put them back on, smiling, "I know... such beautiful eyes, yada yada, and they don't work..." he grinned.
Viggo resisted kissing the grin, setting Elijah down before he began to get irresistible urges. "Well, they are. You must forgive us poor mortals for noticing."
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before sighing, "Well if you're not going to teach me yoga... bags first shower..." And Elijah ran into the bathroom laughing.
"Brat!" Viggo yelled after him. He grinned and then continued through some more difficult positions, ones that always made Orlando horny.
Elijah had along hot shower, lingering under the spray, crying a little, but when he came out he felt much better for the release. He shaved and brushed his teeth, wrapping himself in one of Viggo's large towels before heading back into the bedroom, "Vig?"
Viggo untangled himself from a rather complicated and body twisting shape, standing to look at Elijah. "You're all red," he teased.
Elijah laughed, "Well it was a very hot shower... um... where did you last see my suitcase? I can't remember..." He looked appealingly at Viggo.
"I hauled it up here and put in the closet," Viggo said, pointing to a large door. "You should unpack and put your stuff away though, if you plan on staying. Just shove some of the things in my bureau aside."
Elijah opened the cupboard door, peering in, "Do you mind giving up cupboard space for me?" He looked over at Viggo questioningly.
Viggo shook his head once, wondering why Elijah felt the need to ask. "Mi casa es su casa," he said, mimicking words he spoke in Indian Runner, so long ago.
Elijah's smile became as bright as the rising sun and he bounced back over to Viggo, hugging him suddenly and tightly, obviously very moved at the words, although he didn't explained to Viggo why.
Viggo hugged back and then danced him around a little. "You are so easy to just get carried away with. All bounce and prettiness."
"I think that's better than not getting happy about anything you know Vig." And he pressed a kiss to Viggo's cheek before pulling away with a bashful smile that he hide by turning back to the cupboard, "I need to do some washing... clothes washing I mean, is that ok?"
Viggo hugged back and then danced him around a little. "You are so easy to just get carried away with. All bounce and prettiness."
"I think that's better than not getting happy about anything you know Vig." And he pressed a kiss to Viggo's cheek before pulling away with a bashful smile that he hide by turning back to the cupboard, "I need to do some washing... clothes washing I mean, is that ok?"
"After I shower," Viggo reminded him, grabbing a pair of jeans and a funky green t-shirt, "then you can knock yourself out."
"Ok." With Viggo gone from the room Elijah dressed and gathered his dirty clothes, going to the laundry and dumping them into the washer, adding detergent so it was all ready to go. Once that was done he headed to the kitchen and started making toast and omelets for breakfast.
A few stray drops still splashed on Viggo's shirt when he entered the kitchen and headed for the fridge. "Laundry room all yours." He pulled out various food items. "What kind of sandwiches shall make for our picnic?"
"Don't know... but you'd best come eat breakfast before it gets cold Viggy..." Elijah came back into the kitchen from setting their breakfast down on the table, "Come on!"
"Oh you made me breakfast? You sweet hobbit." He put the food away and headed for the table. "Mmm, smells good. What kind of omelet have you made me?"
"Um... Cheese mostly... a little bit of ham and mushrooms..." Elijah sat at his plate, his breakfast had a lot more mushrooms in it, "Come and eat."
Sitting down, Viggo dug in and gobbled down half of his omelet before giving a satisfied little groan. "I feel so domestic... its been awhile since I sat down and had real meals with anybody other than Henry."
"I have my domestic moments... honestly... I love to cook, but... for one isn't really much fun... so when I get the chance to cook for more, I enjoy it." Elijah was very happy with Viggo's enthusiastic response to the meal and started eating more himself.
"I know. There is no real joy in cooking a fancy meal for just yourself. I tend to become bunny like and eat nothing but easy to make salads... damn elf influence. Or else I go out all the time and eat way too much. Its a vicious circle." He buttered a piece of toast and then added some raspberry jam on top.
Elijah laughed softly, shaking his head, "I tend to go for easy to cook things, eggs, pasta... you know... ten minuet meals, including cooking and eating half the time."
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah, some Astin/Lij RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these men, or anything else I mention here. I am not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And I am NOT them nor is what I put down here real. Thank you.
Summary: Elijah and Sean Astin share one night and then must deal with the consequences.
Author's Notes: This is one of a multitude of long, complex fictions that Wushu and I have been writing together. Basically, this is unbetaed as neither of us have time to beta this one and our regular beta readers want to kill us. We have four other fictions with them, so this one has to go out raw. We apologize for any errors, of which there are probably quite a few. Please ignore them!
"For a moment, Viggo started to say no problem, but then he just smiled and kissed Elijah's cheek. "Not too long until dinner now."
"Nope, not too long... Maybe we should see the table?" Elijah smiled up at Viggo, still leaning against him slightly.
"Want me to do it?" Viggo asked, concerned about how much Elijah seemed to be down all of a sudden.
"No... We shall do it together." And Elijah headed to the correct cupboard with a determined shake of his head, this was not going to beat him.
Following, Viggo quietly helped Elijah make the table ready. He smiled at the determination on the younger man's face, recognizing some of himself when he was younger there. "What shall we drink with your meal?"
"Um... if you want wine or something like that... a dry white... if not I'm happy with coke... honestly, I'm just happy with coke." He gave Viggo a rueful grin.
"I think we bought enough Coke to keep you happy for several years," Viggo said, eyeing the fridge. He grabbed out a couple of cans, setting them down and then asked, "Anything else or should I be seated?"
"Well you could put some music on?" Elijah placed the cooked vegetables into serving bowls, placing them on the table, adding the sauce for the meat before going back, getting the meat out of the oven, "perfect!"
"All right." Viggo wandered into the living room and thumbed through his collection. In a moment, the World Without Sundays CD, gift of Dom, came on, blaring hard rock into their world.
Elijah looked over at Viggo and just shook his head.
"No good?" Viggo asked sadly.
"It's a little too... too!" Elijah grinned, shaking his head.
With a slight pout for effect, Viggo went and removed the CD. He sighed heavily, putting it away and thumbing through more music. Finally, he selected Carmina Burana and put it on, letting the classical music and the chorus fill his ears.
Elijah served them both, letting Viggo have his moments with the music, smiling at Viggo's rapt expression, his eyes showing great fondness, but finally he called just loud enough to be heard, "Dinner's ready Vig."
"AH, right," Viggo said, pulling himself from the front of the stereo and walking to the table. He sat down and waited for Elijah to join him. "So what all do we have here?"
"Um... well we have mash potatoes... um... steamed beans, carrots with butter, honey and dill, lovely... um... and chicken, baked with bacon and mustard... and we have mustard sauce."
"I'll take a helping of everything," Viggo said with deep satisfaction. "And you can be my permanent chief anytime you want to take the job."
"You... you have one... and thanks, but er... what's the pay and other such things before I agree?" Elijah sat down and waited for Viggo to eat something.
Viggo cut off a piece of chicken and ate it slowly, letting Elijah see how much he enjoyed the flavour. Although he exaggerated the facial expressions slightly, the appreciation was real. "I can pay you in lodging, meals, and horse rides."
Elijah laughed softly, pleased that Viggo was enjoying the meal and started eating himself, "I'm glad you like it... and I'll take the offer under consideration."
I can also offer some medical benefits, though they are only from my own ranger knowledge," Viggo said. "But the views out here are great!" He started in on the food with earnest.
Elijah keep glancing at Viggo and smiling, finally commenting, "I think the fact you eat like a real person is one of the things I like the most about you Vig... none of that Hollywood stick figure stuff."
"Its not my style," Viggo confessed after munching more chicken. "Orlando was always tutting at me about my waistline, but I just ignored him on that point." He looked longingly around. "More?"
"Yes... of course..." Elijah lifted the covers off the serving bowls, showing Viggo just how much more there was, Elijah always overcooked.
Viggo eyed the quantity and then drawled, "Either you thought an army might come join us or Orlando was gossiping about just how much I overate."
"Um... I've never been good at small quantities... and remember... hobbit here, I haven't even started on my seconds or thirds."
"Ah yes, I forgot for a moment... hobbit's gerbil in heat metabolism." He winked at Elijah and helped himself to more chicken and potatoes. "So, are you going to join me for yoga tomorrow morning?"
Elijah laughed as he served himself up another plate thinking about the question, "What time?"
"I usually start at about eight in the morning, after a nice warm shower and some stretching," Viggo said with a little arch of his back just thinking about it,
"I... I guess I could try it." Elijah shrugs, "Worst comes to worst I'll watch you do it." He smiled at Viggo, "If you don't mind?"
"Once I get into the zone, I never notice people watching," Viggo said. "If you want to try with me, we can do some of the simpler exercises." he wiggled his eyebrows. "I can teach you the secrets to holding back during sex or being able to orgasms three or four times."
"Only four?" Elijah's own grin was very, very smug.
"Mind your manners, or I'll smack you across the knuckles with this knife," Viggo said warningly. "Besides, at my age, some men are lucky to get once."
"I wouldn't know... being some what... half? Your age?" Elijah laughs softly, grinning down at Viggo, "It's ok you know Vig... if you can wear out Orli, you can't be at all lacking."
"That's it, I stop doing favours for you here and now," Viggo said with an affronted look. He tilts his chin in the air and finished off his second helping.
"Um... so you don't think wearing out Orli is an achievement?" Elijah looked very confused.
"I suppose," Viggo said with a little half nod of his head. "Still, not the way you said it."
Elijah gets up, taking his plate with him and snuggled into Viggo's lap, "All I said was... I don't know what it's like for men older than me, but if you can wear Orli out, you can't be doing badly. That's all I meant to, so relax." And he lay his cheek on Viggo's shoulder as he continued to eat from the plate now in his lap.
Viggo sighed once and then wrapped his arm around Elijah's waist, accepting his presence. Little warning bells rang in his head even as he did so, alerting him to the very likely possibility that he was heading straight for a world more hurt. Still, he could not deny Elijah the comfort he needed, so he shoved the warning away.
While still eating Elijah started speaking, the words themselves seeming to boil out of his soul, "It was the most amazing night I've ever had you know. I... I've had lovers before, but... I think I learnt the meaning between sex and lovemaking. There was so... so many emotions in every touch, every word... it was as if we were touching each other's souls. At times I thought, no, not thought, knew when I looked into his eyes I was seeing his soul, and that he could see mine. And it made me sure that I would die, then and there from how much I felt. I've been in love with Sean since I met him, but it was like I had never truly felt that love until that day, that night, in his arms."
The words hurt Viggo like a thousand bees stinging into his heart. He feared with a sudden wave of pure feeling that Elijah might never recover from Sean after all. Part of him cursed the married man for not sending Elijah away, for giving in to temptation and hurting them both so badly. Another part of him understood why Astin choose the way he did. He took a few deep breaths, trying to find the words to answer Elijah in some way, but failed miserably. How do you tell a person one of the most meaningful experiences of their life might be holding back their recovery? What do you say when faced with such terrible happiness?
"And now, I have to find a way to take that feeling, and... Close my heart to it. To... to some how put those feeling, and that memory in a little box that is a no go zone. I... I know I can do it for moments... when I was cooking, I didn't think about it, I felt... well reasonably content, but... it never lasts. I don't know how to make it last." He puts his plate on the table and snuggles into Viggo, "I..." He shook his head and went silent.
"The most wonderful memory I have of Orlando and I is the day I told him I loved him," Viggo said after the silence stretched for a moment. "We were on one of the beaches near Wellington... I guess it was the middle of filming, and the tow of us just walked along the beach at sundown. It was one of those nights where everything feels enchanted, unreal... and there we were in the middle of it all. And suddenly, I just stopped, turned to him and started babbling, the way I do when artistic urges strike me and nothing can stop them. His whole face just lit up until his eyes shone brighter than the moon or the stars or even the sun itself. Some stupid, fucking, ridiculous romance movie scene... but I never felt happier. So it comes back to haunt me sometimes, when I least expect. Not much anymore. I can think about it now without the pain I used to associate with the memory. It's become a moment to treasure again, instead of the agony I felt for awhile."
"I hope in a while I can treasure this memory, make it something good, like it is meant to be. You give me hope Viggo, because I know you loved Orli more than I think I can love... if you can not only survive but move on, surly I can do the same?"
"Why do you say I love more than you can?" Viggo asked with a slight frown.
"You have... such a giving heart Viggo. I don't think I can match that."
"Daft boy," Viggo said with a fond smile, "do you think you could hurt this much if your did not have a heart the size of a small planet?"
Elijah laughed softly, "That's not moon... that's a space station."
"I take it this is some movie quote I do not know," Viggo said with upraised eyebrows.
"OH MY GOD!!! You DON'T know Star Wars???" Elijah starred at Viggo like he was looking at proof there were aliens on earth.
"Oh is that from Star Wars?" Viggo said weakly. He grinned a little at the expression on Elijah's face, feeling like some primordial being who just oozed out of the slime.
"Well that settles it Vig... we're watching Star Wars as soon as dinner's over." And he nodded firmly.
"Oh goody," Viggo said. He wondered if he could safely spend three hours washing dishes and showering and then claim fatigue and go to bed.
"Ohhh... come on! It's fun! It really is!" Elijah looked up at Viggo as appealingly as he could.
Those blue eyes bore into Viggo's resistance like no other force on earth. He attempted to avoid their gaze, resist the begging. Stand up to the temptation, but he might as well have been trying to stop a gorilla with a fly swatter. "Oh... all right."
Elijah grinned and gave Viggo a kiss on the cheek before scrambling out of his lap to start cleaning up, "Are you finished?" He looked at the remarkably little left overs and grinned, "Maybe I didn't over cater?"
"I am stuffed, for the moment," Viggo said, patting his stomach. He stood and helped clean off the table. "I'll wash the dishes, while you go drag down Star Trek."
That got Viggo a smack to his ass, although a playful one, "Star *Wars, Viggo, wars, not trek!" And he sighed, finishing off clearing the table before going in search of his suitcase.
A sink full of soapy water to wash dishes always cleared Viggo's mind and made him happy in some strange way. He took his time with each dish, making sure they sparkled before being out into the rack to dry. Most people thought him quaint or stupid to not use the dishwasher, but he cheerfully scoffed at them. Once the last of the dishes shone to his satisfaction, Viggo went in search of Elijah.
Elijah had set himself up in the bedroom, putting the DVD of A New Hope in as well as gathering a few extra pillows and drinks, setting them up for an evening of moving.
Peering in, Viggo smiled at the domesticity of the scene. Anyone unfamiliar with them would think they were lovers. He walked over and flopped on the bed, ready to face a night of sci-fi... or more likely fall asleep trying. A sly grin tweaked at his mouth, as he remembered Orlando's failed attempts to show him movies.
Elijah snuggled into Viggo once Viggo himself was comfortable and started the movie.
wrapping an arm around Elijah, Viggo tried to concentrate on the movie. After about half an hour, his eyes drifted closed, and he slipped into a dream about blue eyes and perfect cheekbones and being chased by somebody holding something that resembled a lightsaber.
Elijah watched to the end of the movie, well aware that Viggo was fast asleep, turning it off and snuggling into Viggo, dreaming of blue eyes, and strange, manic grins.
About three in the morning, Viggo started awake out of a nightmare, heart pounding and sweat pooling under his arms and chest. He gently disentangled himself from Elijah and headed for the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked into the mirror and muttered, 'Face it, old man, you are in big trouble." After brushing his teeth, he snuck back into his room, changed into a pair of boxers and covered Elijah over with the spread. He snuck under the covers and turned on his side to try and sleep again.
"Is everything ok?" Elijah had woken when he'd realized that Viggo was gone. Changing into his PJ's he had laid down again, waiting for Viggo to return. Now he rolled onto his side and propped himself up, looking at Viggo.
"Nightmare," Viggo muttered, opening his eyes to quint at Elijah in the darkness. "Should you take off your contacts?"
"I don't have to... they are disposable... And if I do, I can't see you." He smiled at Viggo in the darkness, the white of his teeth showing the clearest, "Want to talk about it?"
A brief hesitation ensued, while Viggo considered the offer. "It was rather indistinct, like a set of bad feelings rather than anything concrete. I guess the worst was... being alone in the dark."
Elijah moved a little closer until he could reach out and take Viggo's hand, saying softly, "You are not alone in the dark my friend, for I am here too."
Strong fingers curled around Elijah's smaller ones. "I know, but dreams don't have to make sense, Elijah. Nothing much makes sense at this tome of morning when you wake out of a dream. Anything can be real then... anything terrible or wonderful you imagine seems real at that moment." He lay his hand back down, still holding Elijah's. "I am sorry for waking you up."
"It's ok... I would have woken needing to get out of my clothes anyway." Elijah tightened his fingers around Viggo's a little, trying to offer his support, "No, dreams seldom make sense, but... now, in the waking world, you are not alone. And neither am I, and that is a goodness."
"I'm glad to be here for you, Elijah," Viggo said in a sleepy voice. He yawned and snuggled down deeper under the covers. "Want to join me under the rest of the covers?"
Elijah's laugh was a light as bells as he snuggled deeper and into Viggo's chest, draping an arm around Viggo happily, "Yes, I want."
"Good," Viggo said. "Sorry I feel asleep on Star Trek. Maybe next time?"
"If I wasn't so comfortable and happy were I was, that would be cause for a tickle war Viggo, cause it was deliberate..." Elijah let out a little huff of laughter, his breath tickling against Viggo's throat.
"We can do the tickle war tomorrow, part of warming up for yoga," Viggo said, His nose found a very comfortable spot in the crook of Elijah's neck, so he left it there happily.
Elijah sighed softly, "Maybe... Maybe not..." Elijah's eyes were closing, too heavy to keep open as sleep dragged him under.
A last yawn and a whispered, "Night, Doodle," later and Viggo fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.
Elijah's attempt to say night was drowned out by his yawn, and by the time the yawn was over, he was asleep himself.
Although he did not sleep as much as normal, Viggo still awoke at the dawn and climbed out of bed to do some stretching and yoga. He made sure every muscle received equal stretch time, before setting out the mat in his room and beginning his basic yoga positions. He started with dia, down on two knees, arms stretched to the sky and fingers flexed.
"I thought you didn't do this until eight am?" Elijah looked over the edge of the bed at Viggo, his hair mused, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and looking about 12 years old.
Crossing his legs, Viggo assumed a very dignified yogi type position.
"Go back to sleep, Doodle," he mum rued into the quiet morning air. "No reason for you to get up yet."
"I thought you were going to show me how to?" Elijah rubbed at his eyes a little more before frowning, "Vig right..." And he stumbled his way into the bathroom.
Viggo turned over on his back, planting both feet firmly on the ground. He arched up, his back lifting off the mat and pushing his flat stomach into the air. His arms stretched out behind his head, reaching for the far wall, while the flat of his head remained on the mat.
Elijah came back into the room with glasses that had rather thick black frames and stared at Viggo, "I'm officially impressed."
From his bridge position, Viggo said, "This is just warm-up. Besides, I practiced this kind of position without yoga."
"You kinky king you... I hope Arwen was just as... bendable." And Elijah bent over Viggo to kiss his cheek before flopping onto the bed, looking over the edge at Viggo with a great deal of interest.
Viggo snorted a little without seeming to move a muscle. "Elves are naturally Gumby like. Aragorn had to do this just to keep up with them." He retained the position a few more moments and then rolled back on to his rear. "You want to see kinky?" He rolled on his knees, place his hands and feet flat on the mat and pushed upward. "The standing forward bend." His ass ended up high in the air, offered rather openly to anyone for a stare or maybe something more...
"Well Viggo... I never assumed you'd make such an offer to me... I'm flattered, very... but I'll have to turn you down, this time..." He grinned at Viggo, shaking his head, "You wanton hussy of a man."
"I can hold this position for six hours," Viggo said as though he did not hear Elijah. "I once got very bored and decided to see how long I could last." He did not stay for much longer this time, however, relaxing back on the mat. "Now for one that always makes my back feel good." He extended his arms down by his sides all the way, placing his fingers on the mat, arched up his shoulders, bent his neck so his forehead rested on the floor and lifted up both legs. "Ta-da, the locust."
"That looks... I don't know... I think I'm speechless." Elijah's eyes peered at Viggo from behind his glasses, "Does it hurt?"
"Nope, feels rather nice, actually." Viggo grinned, although Elijah could not see it, as he was face down on the mat. "All I need now is a nice young, flexible lover to share all these moves with."
"I do believe you are getting down right frisky Viggy!" Elijah's giggle was very warm.
"Must be the glasses. They make me want to jump you," Viggo teased.
Elijah's giggle became a loud amused laugh at Viggo's reply.
Legs bent back under Viggo on the mat. He settled his shoulders back down and stretched out his arms in front of him. He looked like a sinner, begging for forgiveness from a harsh and judgmental god. "What? I have a thing for nerds in big rimmed glasses."
"Mmmhmmm... And that's why you fell for the most not geeky, beautiful guy on set huh?"
"His outward appearance never really factored in," Viggo said with a slight twitch of his shoulders. "If he had been four feet two and weighted three hundred pounds, I would have loved him the same."
Elijah awwwed very softly, "That is a very sweet and romantic thing to say Viggo, even more cause you feel it."
"Well, I admit that everyone on the set was tasty in their own way." Viggo remained perfectly still other than his lips. "That's why I snogged Billy during the filming of Sam and Rosie's wedding. Could hardly let that moment go by."
"You know... you seemed to be really enjoying that.' Elijah shook his head, grinning as he remembered the footage shown at dailies of that kiss, "Billy's scared for life though."
"I know," Viggo said with a hint of triumph on his voice. "He's mostly afraid I will announce one day that he opened his mouth to suck at my tongue." Viggo stood up smoothly, assuming the warrior position, legs stretched out and arms pointed in opposite direction in front and behind him.
Elijah sat up, eyes sparkling and he bounced a little, "Did he REALLY? I'm never gonna let him live this down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Viggo watched him with a little grin. "He'll come over here and strangle me with one of his kilts."
Elijah bounces more, "You're too tall, you can stop him... Did he? Oh Vig!! Pleasepleaseplease tell me it's true??????????"
Assuming the prayer position, standing tall, with hands clasped and held upward toward the sky, Viggo said, "Yes, I do think our dear Scot is not quite the straight arrow he pretends to be."
"Cause he and Dom have been shagging for years you know." Elijah grinned.
"Oh yes, I know, but sometimes, I wonder if Billy lets himself believe these things," Viggo said. He pulled his arms back down and stood relaxed and looked at Elijah waiting. "And yes, he slipped me some tongue as well."
Elijah bounced off the bed and threw himself at Viggo, laughing hard as he hugged Viggo tightly, still bouncing on his toes, "HE'S is NEVER gonna live this down!! Although Dommie might wanna kick your ass over it."
Catching Elijah, Viggo held him off the ground and laughed at the expression on his face. "Dominic has no room for kicking my ass, little hobbit."
"So he slipped you the tongue too? Wow... seems I'm the only gay hobbit who HASN'T made out with the scruffy ranger."
"Well, Dom was just a drunken snog before either of us really paired off. And Billy was just to get a rise out of him. Orlando did his own fair share of the snogs and gropes, I am told."
Elijah giggles and shook his head, snuggling into Viggo's chest, "All wanton, brazen hussies, everyone of them."
"I think yoga may be done for the morning. What say I grab a quick shower, make us some breakfast and then we can be off on our ride?" Viggo asked, holding Elijah close to him.
"I think not. You owe me a yoga lesson... And I expect that deal to be kept!" Elijah's tone was most indignant and he looked up at Viggo through his glasses.
"There are other mornings, unless you plan on leaving," Viggo reminded him. He reached up with a free hand and removed Elijah's glasses. Holding them up to his own eyes, he groaned, "Wow, you are blind."
"Like you didn't know that before." Elijah took the glasses back and put them back on, smiling, "I know... such beautiful eyes, yada yada, and they don't work..." he grinned.
Viggo resisted kissing the grin, setting Elijah down before he began to get irresistible urges. "Well, they are. You must forgive us poor mortals for noticing."
Elijah stuck his tongue out at Viggo before sighing, "Well if you're not going to teach me yoga... bags first shower..." And Elijah ran into the bathroom laughing.
"Brat!" Viggo yelled after him. He grinned and then continued through some more difficult positions, ones that always made Orlando horny.
Elijah had along hot shower, lingering under the spray, crying a little, but when he came out he felt much better for the release. He shaved and brushed his teeth, wrapping himself in one of Viggo's large towels before heading back into the bedroom, "Vig?"
Viggo untangled himself from a rather complicated and body twisting shape, standing to look at Elijah. "You're all red," he teased.
Elijah laughed, "Well it was a very hot shower... um... where did you last see my suitcase? I can't remember..." He looked appealingly at Viggo.
"I hauled it up here and put in the closet," Viggo said, pointing to a large door. "You should unpack and put your stuff away though, if you plan on staying. Just shove some of the things in my bureau aside."
Elijah opened the cupboard door, peering in, "Do you mind giving up cupboard space for me?" He looked over at Viggo questioningly.
Viggo shook his head once, wondering why Elijah felt the need to ask. "Mi casa es su casa," he said, mimicking words he spoke in Indian Runner, so long ago.
Elijah's smile became as bright as the rising sun and he bounced back over to Viggo, hugging him suddenly and tightly, obviously very moved at the words, although he didn't explained to Viggo why.
Viggo hugged back and then danced him around a little. "You are so easy to just get carried away with. All bounce and prettiness."
"I think that's better than not getting happy about anything you know Vig." And he pressed a kiss to Viggo's cheek before pulling away with a bashful smile that he hide by turning back to the cupboard, "I need to do some washing... clothes washing I mean, is that ok?"
Viggo hugged back and then danced him around a little. "You are so easy to just get carried away with. All bounce and prettiness."
"I think that's better than not getting happy about anything you know Vig." And he pressed a kiss to Viggo's cheek before pulling away with a bashful smile that he hide by turning back to the cupboard, "I need to do some washing... clothes washing I mean, is that ok?"
"After I shower," Viggo reminded him, grabbing a pair of jeans and a funky green t-shirt, "then you can knock yourself out."
"Ok." With Viggo gone from the room Elijah dressed and gathered his dirty clothes, going to the laundry and dumping them into the washer, adding detergent so it was all ready to go. Once that was done he headed to the kitchen and started making toast and omelets for breakfast.
A few stray drops still splashed on Viggo's shirt when he entered the kitchen and headed for the fridge. "Laundry room all yours." He pulled out various food items. "What kind of sandwiches shall make for our picnic?"
"Don't know... but you'd best come eat breakfast before it gets cold Viggy..." Elijah came back into the kitchen from setting their breakfast down on the table, "Come on!"
"Oh you made me breakfast? You sweet hobbit." He put the food away and headed for the table. "Mmm, smells good. What kind of omelet have you made me?"
"Um... Cheese mostly... a little bit of ham and mushrooms..." Elijah sat at his plate, his breakfast had a lot more mushrooms in it, "Come and eat."
Sitting down, Viggo dug in and gobbled down half of his omelet before giving a satisfied little groan. "I feel so domestic... its been awhile since I sat down and had real meals with anybody other than Henry."
"I have my domestic moments... honestly... I love to cook, but... for one isn't really much fun... so when I get the chance to cook for more, I enjoy it." Elijah was very happy with Viggo's enthusiastic response to the meal and started eating more himself.
"I know. There is no real joy in cooking a fancy meal for just yourself. I tend to become bunny like and eat nothing but easy to make salads... damn elf influence. Or else I go out all the time and eat way too much. Its a vicious circle." He buttered a piece of toast and then added some raspberry jam on top.
Elijah laughed softly, shaking his head, "I tend to go for easy to cook things, eggs, pasta... you know... ten minuet meals, including cooking and eating half the time."