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Well, my dears - I have had you on my flist for ages, and pop in occasionally, but I have never posted anything, so here goes.

This is a DomLijah with BDSM themes and is rated R by me for mention of these things. It is very short, so shouldn't bore you it this is not your scene.

Thanks as always to LadySunrope, my tireless beta.

Author: Issi
Title; Time's Fool
Pairing: The DomLijah
Rating: R
Archive: Enjoy The Journey. Others please ask
Disclaimer: Just not true. Nonono!

Time's Fool

Dominic stared down at his hands. They were the same hands...he was as familiar with their contours as any sighted man, but they were different, now. Different, because last night they had held Elijah. Elijah quivering, moaning in ecstasy, Elijah undone.

Dom examined himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. His naked body looked almost the same as it had yesterday morning, but there were subtle differences. He stared at his mouth, kiss-blown and red from the night's loving. His eyes, dark ringed and soft with untold secrets, his skin glowing from the exertion and the grip of Elijah's fevered hands.

Above one nipple was a bruise that looked dangerously like a bite mark. Dom rubbed the pads of his fingers over it, remembering, his breath hitching at the memory, dark and secret, like his lover.

His cock was red from friction, his balls swollen with handling, the pale skin at his hips and groin dappled with finger-tip bruises. He was owned now - owned and cherished. Elijah had shown him what it was he wanted; had opened his secret heart to Dom, had let him in. And Dom had gone, willingly.

The hands that had been bound to the bed head were the same, the wrists slightly chafed, but nothing a pair of leather cuffs wouldn't cover. He smiled as he heard a soft sigh from the bedroom, then "Dom?"

He looked at his watch. Time intruded upon their pleasure. Both had
appointments today. Time. Tonight he would offer himself, again - all that he was - to the fevered spirit that was Elijah, who, tasting Dom's surrender, broke and reshaped him like a master potter, turning a new Dom nightly on the wheel of his desires.

Dom was time's fool. His linear perceptions measured by the small, vibrant body that waited for him in the next room. Bound to his will, fastened to his love by ...

..."Dom!" Louder this time. A slight edge to it...demanding. Well, *love* is not time's fool...he would go to Elijah now. And Lighe would fracture time for him, now, and remake it in his own image. Dom smiled at himself in the mirror, and pushed open the door.

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Tonight he would offer himself, again - all that he was - to the fevered spirit that was Elijah, who, tasting Dom's surrender, broke and reshaped him like a master potter, turning a new Dom nightly on the wheel of his desires.

Really, Issie - you're good! This is so gorgeous, I loved it. Thank you.

xx

this sounds familiar to me. I think I've already read it in your journal. But I read it again... and loved it once more :)

Very powerful. I loved it!

Oh, wow, that was amazing. So much power in so few words.

Thank you, Elfie! Glad to hear it. *Huge snog for friend*

You're right, Saura! It was there. Thank you for reading it again. Mwah!

Thank you! *Waves at ya from afar!*

You are very kind. Glad you liked it! Hugs.

You are welcome! *waves back*

Yum, this is good.

Wow! This is so HOT! Gah... I loved it!

Lillie

Wow really evocative imagery used and lovely turn of phrase. Really great stuff, thanks so much for posting! :- )

Thank you! :D

So glad you liked it, our Lil!

Thank YOU for reading it! Grins.