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NEW: Valentine's Day (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Series: The Mundanes
Title: Valentines Day
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Elijah & Viggo’s first Valentines Day doesn’t quite go to anyone’s plan.
Author’s Notes: Saki and I decided to try and write some shorter stories while she’s been moving house and we placed a short hold on our longer stories until she’s back into a routine. There is no real order to these, just moments in time of Elijah and Viggo’s more domestic life. We hope you enjoy!
Unbetaed so please forgive any major mistakes.
The strange sounds of Viggo’s discordant music tracks echoed from his studio throughout the house. Since very early that morning, he locked himself away in the studio, working away on Gods knew what with his usual abandon. Of course, some people might think him a bit selfish, since this was Valentine’s Day.
Elijah was a touch miffed, if he was completely honest, but when he thought about it, his life with Viggo was full of moments of true romance and tender love, and they meant much more to him than a day you where ‘meant’ to celebrate, although he had managed to get a box of Viggo’s very favorite chocolate that weren’t exported out of the US for his lover.
Around five, Viggo suddenly emerged from his solitude, wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans. Streaks of blue, green, red, yellow and purple paint coated his bare torso, hair, arms and pants, not to mention his always bare feet. Still, he bore a look of pure triumph as he bounded into the living room. “Well, it’s done.”
Getting a look at Viggo Elijah reached out for a camera, with Viggo around there seemed to be one in every room and snapped several shots, grinning, “I’d probably be gladder to hear that love, if I know what it was.”
“My gift for Bean. I thought he deserved a little love, so I painted him a special canvas. I’m sure he’ll love it in that shoulder grabbing, softy spoken British way of his.” Viggo nodded, very pleased with himself. “Elijah, dearheart, that’s the wrong camera for an indoor photo. Try the one on the left.”
Grinning Elijah did as requested, using the other one to take several more photos, “That was very thoughtful of you love... Um... may I see it?”
“I don’t know,” Viggo said, his face suddenly serious. “Its kind of... personal, you know?”
Elijah nodded slowly, although he didn’t exactly like it at times, he knew how close the two where, “I’d like to see it, but I don’t wanna intrude... So... hows about you get clean and I’ll make some dinner, you’ve not eaten at all today, so you must be starving.”
“Oh, that’s lovely of you, Doodle, but I think I’ll haul this over to where Bean’s staying. You know he’s only going to be here a few days of reshoots, so I better get over there while the time is ripe... do you mind if I stay the night there?” Viggo began to bustle around, searching for his keys.
That was going too far, “Yes... I do mind.” Elijah was not going to pretend it was totally ok, “If you really feel the need, ok, but I’d like us to spend some time together today.”
“Why today?” Viggo asked his eyes wide and clueless. He paused, car keys in one hand, facing his lover with quiet impatience.
“Seeing as it’s our first Valentine’s Day?” The words where spoken softly.
“Oh! Did you want to do something for that?” Viggo set the keys down slowly. “I didn’t think- I mean-”
Elijah looked at Viggo and shook his head with a fond laugh, getting up and kissing Viggo’s cheek, although keeping the rest of his body away from Viggo’s, “It’s ok love... I’d suggest getting clean before you go to Sean’s place though, you look like you lost a fight with a paint shop.”
Viggo seized Elijah by the hips and kissed him back more fiercely. “Damn you, little hobbit, what do I have to do to get a reaction out of you- announce Bean and I are going to have hot doggy style sex on his floor?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, head cocked to the side, “Are you? Cause then I really would have to take steps... and I don’t think you’d like them one little bit.” He grinned evilly for a moment before kissing Viggo, giving his t-shirt up for love.”
“What kind of steps?” Viggo panted, between licks, kissing and serious tongue swapping.
Elijah laughed into their kiss, “Well I’d start with telling the hobbits... I’d sic Seanie on you... and Fran who thinks I need protecting... between the two of them... and Dom and Billy’s pranking?”
“The last is not a threat,” Viggo said with the satisfaction of a man who has won a war. “However, the other Sean chasing me all over the set with dangerous food implements is enough to make any man pause.”
Elijah laughed, adding, “And directing helicopters to land on you.”
“Well, yes... I think he tries to do that anyway. So... did you want to see what I’ve been doing in my studio all day?”
“I’d love to...” he smiled and kissed Viggo again, “I have something for you though... later.”
“Really?” Viggo swiped a hand through the paint on his chest and then sucked it off. “So do I.”
“I didn’t know that stuff was edible?”
Viggo just smiled and stepped back, crooking his finger at Elijah. He began to back toward his studio, ever so slowly.
Elijah ginned and after putting the camera strap around his neck he started following his lover.
He leaned back against the door, eyeing Elijah in a quietly predatory way. “You know, I should really invite Bean over here and do all this for him. I am disappointed in your complete lack of jealousy... you make life more difficult.
Elijah took a photo of the predatory look before lowering the camera to state, “Viggo you prove to me every single day how loved I am... you are truthfulness personified... you would never have an affair... you might ask if I minded you bedding him, but you’d never go behind my back.”
“Trapped by my own integrity... you think I would fuck Bean!? You think I would...” He folded his arms and gazed at Elijah levelly. “Obviously somebody has been missing out on all the attention I give him in and out of bed.”
“Love, I didn’t say you wanted to fuck Bean, I was saying if you wanted to that was most likely be your approach.” Elijah shook his head and leant against Viggo, smiling up at him a little as he took another picture.
“Brat.” Viggo pushed opened the door behind him, revealing his studio. Hand-made banners, all in distinctive Viggo style, proclaiming Happy Valentine’s Day, hung everywhere. A small table stood off to one side, an assortment of Elijah’s favorite junk foods and desserts cluttering its surface. Nearby, a strange box that occasionally appeared to rattle on its own stood. “Happy Valentine’s day.”
Elijah blushed, grinning at Viggo before carefully putting the camera down and launching himself at Viggo for a long and very deep kiss.
Viggo kissed back, holding Elijah up to him and just losing himself for as long as possible. “Did you really think I would forget our first Valentine’s Day?” He rubbed some of the edible paint over Elijah’s nose teasingly.
“More... firstly I wasn’t sure you remembered what day it was...” he grinned at Viggo, “And also I wasn’t sure if you... you know celebrated it.” He looked serious for a moment, “Some people don’t... and it’s not like you’re not amazingly romantic all the time.”
“That’s right, soften the blow to my ego with sweet words at the end.” Viggo put Elijah down and then indicated the table with his eyes. “Well, are you going to go over and look or not?”
Elijah grinned and took Viggo’s hand, dragging him to the table. He grinned at the food, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the box, eyes growing wider as it moved, “What’s that??”
“Well, find out!” Viggo prompted, shooing him toward the bow, which had very small slits cut in the sides.
Elijah’s grinned at Viggo before opening it eagerly, leaning over to look into the box, wide eyes opening even wider, “Ooohhh!!!” He carefully picked up the contence and beamed at Viggo, hand already busy petting and scratching.
Purring in a loud fashion, the gray furball wiggled its white paws happily at Elijah, before letting out the silliest squeak on record. She then batted wildly at any moving object, before squeaking again.
Elijah laughed and beamed, cuddling the kitten to his chest, “Is it a girl or boy Viggo??”
“She’s a regular little charmer. I went to the pound thinking I might look over the kittens as a possible gift. As I scanned the cages, this one marched right out to the front, stuck her paw out the slats and whacked me in the nose. Like- there you are, what took you so long?”
Elijah laughed, bouncing the little kitten for a moment before he lifted her up to eye level, “So what are we going to call you?”
She stared back at him with large green eyes and then squeaked again, pushing at his hand to be let down.
“How about Boss?” Viggo suggested with a little smile. “Cause I figure she will have the run of both of us.”
“No... She needs a real name...” He carefully put the little kitten down and watched her start exploring, moving around as softly as a... as a little gray ghost and he giggled, “She’s ghosting around.”
The kitten marched determinedly up to one of the walls and eyed a low hanging banner. As if in protest., she leaped upward, seized a grip on it with two paws and yanked it right down on her head. Much frantic mewling ensued.
Elijah laughed as he rushed across to rescue her from the evil banner, cradling her to his chest and petting her as he giggled, “Nope... no ghost... disaster area might cover it though.”
“Yes, that was hardly the act of a graceful ghost,” Viggo affirmed, watching from the other wall. He leaned against the hard wood, looking at home in his studio and watching his lover and their new addition fondly.
Elijah looked over at Viggo, grinning happily as he asked softly, “What you thinking about love of mine?”
“That this is home to me. Wherever you are is home... it’s a pretty huge emotion, you know... being in love with you.”
Elijah walked over to Viggo and freeing a hand from the kitten caressed Viggo’s cheek, “I love you too Vig... and that’s... that’s more than huge... it’s everything.”
Viggo lifted the kitten and placed her on his broad shoulder so he could kiss Elijah for a moment. She did not agree to the perch and soon stood half on Elijah’s head, too.
Elijah laughed, eyes dancing, “I have a grey on my head!”
Viggo lifted her up and scolded her softly, “Don’t go messing about with my boyfriends hair, Higglty-Pigglty, or I may have to take you back.” he set her down, and she marched back toward the banner, determined to salvage her honor by besting it in a fair battle.
“No you wouldn’t.” Elijah rested against Viggo as he watched the kitten battling the evil banner. “Energetic.”
A warm arm looped over Elijah, while the other picked up a cookie and offered it to him. “Why not?” He watched as shreds of paper began to fly up in the air on his hard-made banner. “I mean look at the little devil! She’s ruining the banner I made for you!”
“Cause you loved her before you even brought her home... that’s how I know.” He grinned at Viggo and kissed his chin, “She’s very brave.”
“She’s attacking a piece of paper-” Frantic mewling began again across the room as she got tangled up “-and losing. How is that brave? Why do I always fall for the goofy ones?”
“Cause we fit you perfectly?” Elijah headed over to once again save the kitten.
“Yes, I guess you do... the insane and the geeky... a winning combination.” Viggo snuck a piece of cake and began to eat it. “So, do you want any of your other goodies?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, licking his lips and nodding, “There is one thing I really want...”
Viggo smeared a bit of frosting on his fingers and held them out toward Elijah. “Do we put the kitten elsewhere so she won’t be traumatized?”
Elijah put the kitten back into her box before he seemed to glide his way across to Viggo, taking the fingers in his mouth and sucking at them.
Viggo curled his fingers and pulled Elijah closer gently, leaning down to add his mouth to the licking and sucking. Eventually, he transferred his mouth to Elijah’s and kissed him. “Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?”
“Nope... don’t remember a thing... tell me all about it” He grinned up at Viggo and sucked the tip of Viggo’s finger into his mouth again.
“You don’t reme- little brat, of course you remember. What a mess you made out of it, too. Had a nice sunset, a lovely setting and then you fell out of a tree!” Viggo grumbled at him. “I had to tell you I loved you in the ER, while you were singing about being a butterfly.”
Elijah shook his head strongly, “No! I wasn’t singing... I was chanting! I remember the difference being very important! Very.”
“Yeah... it was very classy, especially when you staggered out of your room in your gown and showed off your ass to all assembled... and that was my romantic day with you where I told you I loved you.” Viggo cradled Elijah to his chest, laughing softly in memory of groggy Elijah chanting his butterfly routine and flashing his ass to all comers.
“I didn’t know about the ass thing! I’m just glad no one had a camera!” He giggled and hugged Viggo tightly, “I musta looked a right fool.”
“Nobody had a camera,” Viggo affirmed, but a little sly grin sneaked over his face. “You did, but you were my little fool.” He raised Elijah up for another kiss.
Elijah grinned up at Viggo, “You’d better believe it!!!” And he kissed Viggo slowly, hesitantly, as if it was their first kiss all over again.
Amused by the shy hesitancy, Viggo used the soft touches from their very first embrace. He slides his lips soothingly, then added a tip of tongue, followed by a dip of his tongue to pry at the closed mouth, before finally insinuating himself naturally inside.
Elijah moaned softly, returning the kiss as his arms wound around Viggo, holding them together tightly.
“I’m covered in edible paint, you know... and your clothes are filthy.” Viggo snuck his hands into the pockets of Elijah’s jeans. “Whatever shall we do?”
Elijah grinned, “I think I’m going to lick you clean.” And lowering his head slightly Elijah licked down from Viggo’s shoulder heading towards his nipple.
Viggo stopped Elijah with a gentle hand. “How about in bed? These boards are hard on the back.”
“You wanna get all that... paint stuff in our bed?” Elijah laughed, “ON those lovely chocolate brown sheets I bought us?”
“Its edible paint,” Viggo purred, “which basically means its frosting. It washes right off and if it doesn’t, I suspect we have enough money between us to purchase a sheet manufacturer.”
Elijah laughed and kissed Viggo again, “How about you meet me in the bedroom and about ten minuets? I think our kitty needs to be set up before we fall into bed, cause I don’t want to clean up a mess tomorrow... do you?”
“All her stuff is set up in the empty guest room. The guides say to acclimate a kitten to her surroundings for a few days, starting with one room. I put out her box, food and a bed, along with some toys.” Viggo released Elijah and picked up a few sweets, sauntering toward the bedroom. “I’ll be waiting.”
Picking up the cat he made sure she was settled in the guest room, looking at her from the door, “What are we going to call you?” Closing the door behind him he gathered the wrapped box of the chocolates he’d gotten for Viggo and made his way to their bedroom. He stoped, leaning against the doorway to just look at the picture Viggo made.
Viggo’s pants lay draped over a chair, and he stretched out on the bed, casually eating a cupcake as if he was not naked and coated in paint. He paid no attention to Elijah, his tongue licking the frosting off the cake rather suggestively.
“That tongue of yours...” Elijah shook his head, “Should have to be registered as an illegal weapon...” He started pulling his clothes off, wanting to touch and taste the wonderful sight set out before him.
A bite of the cupcake disappeared into Viggo’s mouth, and he moaned softly. “Mmm, you have to try this, Lij. It’s sinfully delicious.” He reached out both hands, one offering the dessert and the other wrapping around Elijah’s left arm.
Elijah sighed and dropped his shirt onto the floor before leaning down to take a bite from the cupcake, making a soft noise of pleasure, “Lovely.”
“As are you.” Viggo pulled him down for a deep kiss, tongue melting into Elijah’s mouth. “So, what do you want next? The éclair? The tart? Me?”
Letting his gaze travel over Viggo Elijah grinned and said, “I’ll take the éclair.” Before he bent over and took Viggo’s cock into his mouth and sucked at it lightly.
“You seem to have mistaken me for an éclair,” Viggo said with deep amusement and arousal. His legs spread further apart for Elijah, and he touched the side of his head lightly. With his other hand, he began to eat the éclair.
Elijah smirked around Viggo’s cock as he moved to kneel on the bed between his lover’s spread thighs. Mouth lifting away long enough to mutter, “Could have mistaken you for a tart...” Reaching up he took the remaining half of the éclair from his lover, sliding it down around the now erect cock and started nibbling at it and Viggo at the same time.
“Decorative.” Viggo watched Elijah, enjoying letting him take his time and enjoy himself. Not that he remained idle. His finger continued to stroke and play on Elijah’s face, neck and shoulders, but he kept himself still otherwise.
Humming happily Elijah started with licking up all the cream, loving the mingled sweetness with Viggo’s musk, taking nibbling bites of the pasty, tongue and lips caressing Viggo more than the éclair at other times, clearly enjoying himself a great deal.
A series of soft caressing nonsense words, groans of appreciation and sighs reached Elijah’s ears, all murmured by the aroused Viggo. His eyelids lay at half mast, eyes gleaming out of them as he watched Elijah work. His hands stilled finally, just resting on Elijah’s hair as they encouraged him to keep going.
Elijah did, at his own pace, but as he ate away at the pastry more and more of Viggo’s cock was there for his tongue and lips to tease and caress, and he did so with even more enjoyment.
“Elijah,” Viggo warned softly, his muscles tensing with the desire to thrust into that warm mouth. He tugged a little the hair now, but to pull Elijah away.
Elijah lifted his head so his lips where just resting at the tip of Viggo’s cock, “Yes love?”
“Let me have a turn before...” Viggo scooted over to kiss Elijah, tasting chocolate, cream, custard and himself in his lover’s mouth. “Most sinful dessert on the planet.” He rubbed Elijah’s cheek softly. “You tend to rush right to the end first.”
“But Viggo! There’s always cream with an éclair... I was just working for my cream...” He grinned and kissed Viggo deeply, exploring the flavours he found deep in his lover’s mouth.
“You’ll get your cream, one way or another or maybe several ways, but you need to stop and enjoy the trip to get the cream first. And this conversation is bordering on ridiculous.” He sucked at Elijah’s lower lip and then the very tip of his tongue.
Elijah couldn’t help it, he threw his head back, laughing for several long moments before he calmed and looked up at Viggo, “And that is strange for us how?”
“I used to make a lot of sense, at least to myself, until you showed up. Now, even I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore.”
Elijah shook his head, “You don’t make any more or less to anyone else if you’re wondering...” And he caught Viggo’s lips for a long and loving kiss.
Viggo stroked Elijah’s cheek and chin and his back as they kissed, finally cupping his ass in strong hands. When they broke off, Viggo squeezed him tenderly. “You know, I’m covered in edible paint.”
Elijah smirked at Viggo, “You know... I’d almost forgotten that...” And he dipped his head to lick across a paint covered patch of skin with a happy little sound.
“I thought you might have.” Viggo sighed in deep soul satisfaction and licked an equal patch of Elijah’s skin.
“Almost.” He repeated as he started cleaning his way down in search of a nipple.
Viggo wiggled away a bit and tisked at Elijah. “Share and share alike.” He pushed Elijah back so he could trace his own tongue over a hairless patch of skin on Elijah’s chest.
“Who said I had to share you??” He looks indignantly at Viggo.
Snorting in slight scorn, Viggo licked one of Elijah’s nipples. He regretted that Elijah did not posses the same live wires his own nipples seemed attached to. However, the little buds stiffened nicely, so he enjoyed a moment of sucking each one.
Elijah gave a moan of appreciation, although it wasn’t the same feeling Viggo seemed to receive it was still lovely and he arched his back towards Viggo’s mouth in encouragement, “Ohh...”
Smiling, Viggo began to edge toward Elijah’s hot spot- that little indent in his abdomen. Still, he hesitated and licked just above the most erogenous area. “Your turn?”
Elijah’s body arched up to rub against Viggo as much as he could, lifting his head to look at Viggo with lust dazed eyes, almost black the blue hidden by dilated pupils, “Want you too.”
Not needing to be asked twice, Viggo held Elijah’s hips and began to lavish his entire abdomen with his tongue. A few swipes along the edges and then delving straight toward the middle. He chewed on the little indent, before slipping the tip of his tongue inside and sliding it in and out a few times.
Elijah’s whole being responded to the caresses to the most sensitive part of his body, arching upwards to try and get more, to feel more. His cock jumped from hard to aching, precum gushing from the tip as Elijah writhed under his lover, “Fuck! Viggo... ohh... yess... please?”
“See, one little series of licks and you are already to the main course.” Viggo sighed, but could not help dropping his head to lick the away the gushes of salty fluid. His tongue soon demanded more use of its talents and descended lower.
Elijah gasped and thrust his hips up and then down, digging them into the mattress in an attempt to escape the intense feeling for just a moment, long enough to gather some control over himself, but it was not meant to be, and as Viggo’s tongue went lower Elijah’s control was well and truly beyond reach.
Knowing Elijah would never be able to reverse course from the roller coaster finish, Viggo gave up and began to ease his mouth over Elijah. However, a wild buck sent Elijah down to the back of his throat, and Viggo nearly gagged at the force. He controlled himself after a few deep breaths through his nose and then began to slide up and down. His pace resembled a very busy oil rig
It was all too much for Elijah and with an odd emotion close to regret he came, calling out to his lover in desperate needy cries that expressed his emotion perfectly, although he didn’t know it.
The rush caught Viggo by surprise somehow, and some escaped his mouth and trickled everywhere. He licked frantically to clean everything up and then released Elijah with a quiet sigh. “Yeah, I love you, too.”
Elijah panted harshly, the sound echoing in the room as he fought to regain his breath and the ability to speak or even move. “muumamm.” he mumbled between lips that wouldn’t work properly. Trying again he managed, “luv uooo.”
Laughing softly, Viggo settled down beside Elijah and began to kiss his neck and shoulders, before putting a perfect hickey just below his neck line. “Your turn now.”
Elijah pressed himself against Viggo’s body and took several more deep breaths before muttering softly, slightly embarrassed, “Sorry... I... I couldn’t... control myself.”
“Do you think I mind that a simple touch from me can give you such pleasure? Silly Elijah. I merely regret that I cannot prolong your foreplay as I ask you to do for me.”
“I’m not always that... that...” He blushed and pushed Viggo’s shoulder, “You make it sound like I never last any longer!”
A silence answered that comment. Viggo sometimes thought Elijah considered sex a sprint, instead of the marathons he preferred.
Elijah’s eyes narrowed and he started counting backwards in elvish as he tried to work out if Viggo knew just how insulted Elijah felt right then. He didn’t say anything, sure that anything he would say would come out unpleasantly if not down right mean.
Viggo glanced at the narrow eyes and clenched jaw and groaned. “Not like that, brat. I meant you like to get right to business and I beat around the bush. And so far, I’ve been unable to convert you to my side.” He rolled his eyes and thought about the respects in which women were so much easier.
Elijah sighed, unsure what to say so he just lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to Viggo’s chin. Still not saying anything more he started nibbling his way along Viggo’s jaw line.
Viggo caught him by the chin and held his head gently so they could look at each other. “No offence given?”
Looking deeply into Viggo’s eyes Elijah smiled slightly, “None taken.”
“Well, good then.” He kissed Elijah’s nose and released him. “You may go on with whatever torture you devised for me.”
Elijah laughed softly before he leant over his lover and kissed him very softly, lingering at Viggo’s lips much longer than normal.
Tangling his hand in Elijah’s hair and wishing somewhat oddly that it was longer, Viggo enjoyed the lingering kiss. He encouraged Elijah to stay by making his mouth pliant and inviting, taking advantage of Elijah’s tongue.
Elijah did linger even longer, enjoying the loving kissing, exploring Viggo’s mouth in a way he seldom did, and loving every moment of it.
“Who needs the words, when you say it all with a kiss,” Viggo murmured when he finally gave in for a breath.
Elijah grinned almost shyly at Viggo and nibbled the tip of his lovers nose for a moment, “Sometimes just cause they are nice to hear?”
“I love you.” Viggo gave the words all their sincerity he possessed and then smiled gently. “I wanted you from the first I saw of you on set, but you took me instead.”
“I took you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side, “I seem to remember being taken... and quite ... resolutely love.”
A mock scowl twisted Viggo’s mouth into a slight pout. “Now look, you’ve taken my romantic speech and made it all... dirty.”
“Love? Where’s in bed, wrapped around one and other and your mouth tastes of my cum... Wonderfully, but still... and you think it’s dirty?”
“Now, you’re just being a brat.” Viggo swatted his ass and then rubbed it more encouragingly.
Elijah grinned and replied, “Your brat.”
“Better not be anyone else’s. I don’t subscribe to violence, but I’d duel over you, my brat.” His hand traced the crease between Elijah’s cheeks and then smoothed back upward over the tender curves.
Elijah almost purred down at Viggo before catching his lips for yet another long lingering kiss. Only when it was over did he start to press kisses to every inch of Viggo’s face.
“There,” Viggo sighed happily, tilting his head to get Elijah to kiss neglected patches of skin. “You missed a spot by my ear... mmm... under my chin.... yeah, there...”
Laughing soft little huffs against Viggo’s skin Elijah kissed each patch as directed, giggling in enjoyment.
Viggo laughed, a huff of breath followed by a sigh of pleasure, and then pushed at Elijah to try to encourage him to kiss lower still. His nipples, always sensitive, were being brushed lightly by Elijah’s movements and they began to ache sweetly.
Elijah kept moving from one side of Viggo’s face to the other, enjoying how their chests rubbed against each other. He deliberately lingered against Viggo’s pushes, teasing them both before he slowly started kissing down Viggo’s neck.
“Bratbratbrat,” Viggo rumbled at Elijah’s stalling and then arched up to him as he finally moved downward. His earlier words about lack of foreplay taunted him, as his lover showed a wicked ability to tease without end.
Another huffing laugh as Elijah’s tongue traced Viggo’s Adam’s apple before slowly descending to the hollow of Viggo’s throat. He was enjoying himself so much that the teasing nature of his actions had become unintentional.
Viggo tilted his head up to watch Elijah’s progress- or lack thereof. His steel eyes flicked over the perfect face, the lovely body, the combination of strength and delicacy that attracted him from the first. “Lovely,” he mumbled, mostly to himself.
Elijah flashed a grin up at Viggo before he started kissing his way along Viggo’s shoulder, licking up the paint he found on his way, enjoying the combination of Viggo and the fruits of the paint.
“I forgot about that, too,” Viggo said in wonderment. “You know, I got a lot of that on my chest...”
“I’ll get to it Vig... don’t be so impatent!” He laughed softly and then nipped at the tip of Viggo’s shoulder.
“I’ve been wearing it for a few hours now. It’s beginning to be a bit of a discomfort.” He squirmed a little, completely suggestive in the way he let his own legs fall open.
Elijah smile at Viggo before he licked a broad path from Viggo’s shoulder to the opposite hip.
Even for Elijah, Viggo found it hard to remain passive and let himself be taken care of. He knew Elijah loved being in charge, but he still could not restrain from lifting his hips slightly. The paint continued over to the other side, which he showed Elijah with this movement.
Elijah giggled and shook his head, lifting his head to look at his lover with fond amusement in his eyes, “You are the pushiest bottom I have ever met...” And as he lowered his head again he commented softly, “Wouldn’t have you any other way.” with that he started licking broad stripes across Viggo’s chest, making sure to catch his nipples every time.
I’ve never been a good bottom,” Viggo muttered, arching into the licks at his nipples with profound groans. “I never really tried before you.”
Elijah grinned before changing tactics suddenly and taking the hard, blood reddened nub of one of Viggo’s nipples between his teeth very carefully tugging on it rhythmically.
Viggo’s groans turned to deep, almost threatening growls as his entire nervous system attempted to overload and blow up. Sometimes, he rued the day all his nerves got stuck into the two nubs on his chest... one of the two most obvious places on the entire body.
Nimble fingers found the other nibble and gripping with the same firmness of the teeth tugged it in matching rhythm. Viggo’s reaction to the stimulation of his nipples was such a turn on for Elijah it was everything he could to keep from taking Viggo’s cock into his body right then and there.
“Fuck! Elijah!” Everything else Viggo wanted to say turned into gibberish. His blood boiled over, as his nerves began to melt one by one. Nothing made any sense, except that he was dying and the only thing anchoring him to life was that annoying creature currently trying to kill him, too.
Elijah didn’t let up as he felt Viggo’s muscle bunching beneath him, keeping up his stimulation for as long as he could, until he was sure Viggo would kill them both and slid his mouth further down Viggo’s chest, tracing a fairly direct trail to Viggo’s crotch, although he couldn’t resist a detour to Viggo’s tattoo.
The tingles continued from his nipples even as Elijah drifted away from them. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain some semblance of balance before Elijah blew him out of the water with that illegal mouth.
Giggling a little evilly Elijah bit down at the hollow Viggo’s hip before soothing it away with soothing strokes of his tongue, “So beautiful...” And he fell back to his self appointed task of cleaning away the paint with enthusiasm.
That surprised Viggo, and he made some strange noise that nevertheless indicated his confusion with Elijah’s move. There was an end to the teasing he could take and after nearly removing his nipples, Viggo felt Elijah might be pushing the limit.
Elijah smiled a little at the noise, pretty sure he understood it, “Tell me... tell me Vig... this... this is all for you, tell me what you want.”
“Anything... Lij... love it all... just... enough teasing... damn it.” Viggo strangled the words out of moans, pants and little hitches of breath.
Elijah nodded, “No more teasing...” And with no further teasing Elijah too Viggo’s cock into his mouth and down Elijah’s throat, the muscles contracting time with Viggo’s heart beat.
Viggo took Elijah’s hair, thinking vaguely of power steering and held on tightly, though not pulling. His strong hips resisted the urge to pound upward by the barest of margins. After the sensations at his nipples, not to mention Elijah’s considerable head skills, Viggo felt his orgasm from the base of his toes rocketing upward.
Elijah grinned around Viggo’s cock and started sucking with true hunger, taking Viggo deeper and deep into the moist heat of a willing and hungry mouth. Every moment and caressed was designed to make Viggo lose is formidable control.
Viggo let go of any remaining determined action. After a few more sucks, Viggo threw his head back, hips forward and dissolved into the mindlessness of climax.
Elijah purred as his mouth was flooded with Viggo’s taste and pleasure. He swallowed every drop, tongue working to keep Viggo’s pleasure as intense as possible until he was sure his lover was well drained. Only then did he pull away and sitting back on his haunches smirk at Viggo.
“Well, that was... not bad.” Viggo countered Elijah’s smirk by speaking the words very calmly.
Elijah’s giggle wiped the smirk away and he laid himself over Viggo, kissing him softly. “Love you.”
“You really need to work on the smugness,” Viggo muttered, kissing back.
Elijah answered in a softly relaxed voice, “Rather be happy than smug!”
“Well, I hope you are happy,” Viggo said, reaching up to stroke Elijah’s hair.
“With you? How could I not be?”
“Flatterer. Now, what does my lover want?”
“I was wondering if we could bottle this... this feeling and share it with our friends... I wish everyone could be this happy.”
“Uh oh, you’re getting mushy. No good can come of this.”
“So you’re saying bad is going to come of this?” Elijah laughed.
“I know what happens when you want to start making everyone happy. I still remember the Cate/Bean debacle.” Viggo sighed exaggeratedly. He took Lij in his arms.
“I was really drunk when that happened Vig!! It’s not far to keep bringing it up!!”
“Aww poor little Doodle-Dums.” Viggo eased the teasing with a deep kiss.
Elijah bit at Viggo’s lower lip in playful protest, but returned the kiss happily, snuggling closer to his lover with a sigh.
“Your turn.” Viggo lay back, suggestively.
Elijah lifted himself up on one up, looking at his lover for a long moment before saying, “We so need a shower.”
“Mmm, sounds like a plan.” He touched his lover’s stomach.
“Oh... I have something for you...” Getting out of the bed Elijah found Viggo’s elaborately wrapped gift and smiled.
“A gift!? For me?” Viggo overplayed perfectly.
“No love, it’s for the kitten...” Elijah was proud of himself for not throwing the chocolates at Viggo as he walked to the bed. “Here!”
Viggo took the box and rattled it cautiously, like an overgrown child. He finally tore the wrapping to shreds and laughed once in delight. “Chocolates! You little romantic!” He opened the box and carefully selected one perfect morsel. Placing it on his tongue, he closed his mouth, shut his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of the candy melting in his mouth. “Mmmm.”
Watching with avid and bright eyes Elijah laughed softly, “I’m glad you like them... I... I hope they are the right ones?”
“They’re perfect, my Elijah. Come here and share one with me.” He reached out for Elijah with one hand, holding a chocolate temptingly in the other.
Elijah let himself be drawn to the bed, wrapping his lips around Viggo’s fingers and sucking the flesh and chocolate into his mouth at the same time.
“Like I said, perfect.” He pulled Elijah close to kiss him, sharing chocolate between them. “Have you had a nice Valentine’s Day?”
“My best ever...” And with that Elijah had to kiss Viggo again.
“And they shall only get better the longer we are together. Just think what our fiftieth shall be like.”
Elijah looked at Viggo with sudden vulnerability, “Do... do you think we will have fifty years together?”
Viggo nipped his nose gently and rubbed his neck. “Of course we will, unless you plan to leave me.”
“Never.”
“Then we may reach an infinite number, depending on if you believe love lasts forever, like I do.” Viggo offered him another chocolate.
“I... I can’t picture me without you any more... so that more than works for me.” And leaning forward he gave Viggo the sweetest kiss he could.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Viggo purred softly.
Elijah’s smile was blinding and he leant in to whisper back, “And may it be the first of many my Viggo.”
Title: Valentines Day
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Elijah & Viggo’s first Valentines Day doesn’t quite go to anyone’s plan.
Author’s Notes: Saki and I decided to try and write some shorter stories while she’s been moving house and we placed a short hold on our longer stories until she’s back into a routine. There is no real order to these, just moments in time of Elijah and Viggo’s more domestic life. We hope you enjoy!
Unbetaed so please forgive any major mistakes.
The strange sounds of Viggo’s discordant music tracks echoed from his studio throughout the house. Since very early that morning, he locked himself away in the studio, working away on Gods knew what with his usual abandon. Of course, some people might think him a bit selfish, since this was Valentine’s Day.
Elijah was a touch miffed, if he was completely honest, but when he thought about it, his life with Viggo was full of moments of true romance and tender love, and they meant much more to him than a day you where ‘meant’ to celebrate, although he had managed to get a box of Viggo’s very favorite chocolate that weren’t exported out of the US for his lover.
Around five, Viggo suddenly emerged from his solitude, wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans. Streaks of blue, green, red, yellow and purple paint coated his bare torso, hair, arms and pants, not to mention his always bare feet. Still, he bore a look of pure triumph as he bounded into the living room. “Well, it’s done.”
Getting a look at Viggo Elijah reached out for a camera, with Viggo around there seemed to be one in every room and snapped several shots, grinning, “I’d probably be gladder to hear that love, if I know what it was.”
“My gift for Bean. I thought he deserved a little love, so I painted him a special canvas. I’m sure he’ll love it in that shoulder grabbing, softy spoken British way of his.” Viggo nodded, very pleased with himself. “Elijah, dearheart, that’s the wrong camera for an indoor photo. Try the one on the left.”
Grinning Elijah did as requested, using the other one to take several more photos, “That was very thoughtful of you love... Um... may I see it?”
“I don’t know,” Viggo said, his face suddenly serious. “Its kind of... personal, you know?”
Elijah nodded slowly, although he didn’t exactly like it at times, he knew how close the two where, “I’d like to see it, but I don’t wanna intrude... So... hows about you get clean and I’ll make some dinner, you’ve not eaten at all today, so you must be starving.”
“Oh, that’s lovely of you, Doodle, but I think I’ll haul this over to where Bean’s staying. You know he’s only going to be here a few days of reshoots, so I better get over there while the time is ripe... do you mind if I stay the night there?” Viggo began to bustle around, searching for his keys.
That was going too far, “Yes... I do mind.” Elijah was not going to pretend it was totally ok, “If you really feel the need, ok, but I’d like us to spend some time together today.”
“Why today?” Viggo asked his eyes wide and clueless. He paused, car keys in one hand, facing his lover with quiet impatience.
“Seeing as it’s our first Valentine’s Day?” The words where spoken softly.
“Oh! Did you want to do something for that?” Viggo set the keys down slowly. “I didn’t think- I mean-”
Elijah looked at Viggo and shook his head with a fond laugh, getting up and kissing Viggo’s cheek, although keeping the rest of his body away from Viggo’s, “It’s ok love... I’d suggest getting clean before you go to Sean’s place though, you look like you lost a fight with a paint shop.”
Viggo seized Elijah by the hips and kissed him back more fiercely. “Damn you, little hobbit, what do I have to do to get a reaction out of you- announce Bean and I are going to have hot doggy style sex on his floor?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, head cocked to the side, “Are you? Cause then I really would have to take steps... and I don’t think you’d like them one little bit.” He grinned evilly for a moment before kissing Viggo, giving his t-shirt up for love.”
“What kind of steps?” Viggo panted, between licks, kissing and serious tongue swapping.
Elijah laughed into their kiss, “Well I’d start with telling the hobbits... I’d sic Seanie on you... and Fran who thinks I need protecting... between the two of them... and Dom and Billy’s pranking?”
“The last is not a threat,” Viggo said with the satisfaction of a man who has won a war. “However, the other Sean chasing me all over the set with dangerous food implements is enough to make any man pause.”
Elijah laughed, adding, “And directing helicopters to land on you.”
“Well, yes... I think he tries to do that anyway. So... did you want to see what I’ve been doing in my studio all day?”
“I’d love to...” he smiled and kissed Viggo again, “I have something for you though... later.”
“Really?” Viggo swiped a hand through the paint on his chest and then sucked it off. “So do I.”
“I didn’t know that stuff was edible?”
Viggo just smiled and stepped back, crooking his finger at Elijah. He began to back toward his studio, ever so slowly.
Elijah ginned and after putting the camera strap around his neck he started following his lover.
He leaned back against the door, eyeing Elijah in a quietly predatory way. “You know, I should really invite Bean over here and do all this for him. I am disappointed in your complete lack of jealousy... you make life more difficult.
Elijah took a photo of the predatory look before lowering the camera to state, “Viggo you prove to me every single day how loved I am... you are truthfulness personified... you would never have an affair... you might ask if I minded you bedding him, but you’d never go behind my back.”
“Trapped by my own integrity... you think I would fuck Bean!? You think I would...” He folded his arms and gazed at Elijah levelly. “Obviously somebody has been missing out on all the attention I give him in and out of bed.”
“Love, I didn’t say you wanted to fuck Bean, I was saying if you wanted to that was most likely be your approach.” Elijah shook his head and leant against Viggo, smiling up at him a little as he took another picture.
“Brat.” Viggo pushed opened the door behind him, revealing his studio. Hand-made banners, all in distinctive Viggo style, proclaiming Happy Valentine’s Day, hung everywhere. A small table stood off to one side, an assortment of Elijah’s favorite junk foods and desserts cluttering its surface. Nearby, a strange box that occasionally appeared to rattle on its own stood. “Happy Valentine’s day.”
Elijah blushed, grinning at Viggo before carefully putting the camera down and launching himself at Viggo for a long and very deep kiss.
Viggo kissed back, holding Elijah up to him and just losing himself for as long as possible. “Did you really think I would forget our first Valentine’s Day?” He rubbed some of the edible paint over Elijah’s nose teasingly.
“More... firstly I wasn’t sure you remembered what day it was...” he grinned at Viggo, “And also I wasn’t sure if you... you know celebrated it.” He looked serious for a moment, “Some people don’t... and it’s not like you’re not amazingly romantic all the time.”
“That’s right, soften the blow to my ego with sweet words at the end.” Viggo put Elijah down and then indicated the table with his eyes. “Well, are you going to go over and look or not?”
Elijah grinned and took Viggo’s hand, dragging him to the table. He grinned at the food, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the box, eyes growing wider as it moved, “What’s that??”
“Well, find out!” Viggo prompted, shooing him toward the bow, which had very small slits cut in the sides.
Elijah’s grinned at Viggo before opening it eagerly, leaning over to look into the box, wide eyes opening even wider, “Ooohhh!!!” He carefully picked up the contence and beamed at Viggo, hand already busy petting and scratching.
Purring in a loud fashion, the gray furball wiggled its white paws happily at Elijah, before letting out the silliest squeak on record. She then batted wildly at any moving object, before squeaking again.
Elijah laughed and beamed, cuddling the kitten to his chest, “Is it a girl or boy Viggo??”
“She’s a regular little charmer. I went to the pound thinking I might look over the kittens as a possible gift. As I scanned the cages, this one marched right out to the front, stuck her paw out the slats and whacked me in the nose. Like- there you are, what took you so long?”
Elijah laughed, bouncing the little kitten for a moment before he lifted her up to eye level, “So what are we going to call you?”
She stared back at him with large green eyes and then squeaked again, pushing at his hand to be let down.
“How about Boss?” Viggo suggested with a little smile. “Cause I figure she will have the run of both of us.”
“No... She needs a real name...” He carefully put the little kitten down and watched her start exploring, moving around as softly as a... as a little gray ghost and he giggled, “She’s ghosting around.”
The kitten marched determinedly up to one of the walls and eyed a low hanging banner. As if in protest., she leaped upward, seized a grip on it with two paws and yanked it right down on her head. Much frantic mewling ensued.
Elijah laughed as he rushed across to rescue her from the evil banner, cradling her to his chest and petting her as he giggled, “Nope... no ghost... disaster area might cover it though.”
“Yes, that was hardly the act of a graceful ghost,” Viggo affirmed, watching from the other wall. He leaned against the hard wood, looking at home in his studio and watching his lover and their new addition fondly.
Elijah looked over at Viggo, grinning happily as he asked softly, “What you thinking about love of mine?”
“That this is home to me. Wherever you are is home... it’s a pretty huge emotion, you know... being in love with you.”
Elijah walked over to Viggo and freeing a hand from the kitten caressed Viggo’s cheek, “I love you too Vig... and that’s... that’s more than huge... it’s everything.”
Viggo lifted the kitten and placed her on his broad shoulder so he could kiss Elijah for a moment. She did not agree to the perch and soon stood half on Elijah’s head, too.
Elijah laughed, eyes dancing, “I have a grey on my head!”
Viggo lifted her up and scolded her softly, “Don’t go messing about with my boyfriends hair, Higglty-Pigglty, or I may have to take you back.” he set her down, and she marched back toward the banner, determined to salvage her honor by besting it in a fair battle.
“No you wouldn’t.” Elijah rested against Viggo as he watched the kitten battling the evil banner. “Energetic.”
A warm arm looped over Elijah, while the other picked up a cookie and offered it to him. “Why not?” He watched as shreds of paper began to fly up in the air on his hard-made banner. “I mean look at the little devil! She’s ruining the banner I made for you!”
“Cause you loved her before you even brought her home... that’s how I know.” He grinned at Viggo and kissed his chin, “She’s very brave.”
“She’s attacking a piece of paper-” Frantic mewling began again across the room as she got tangled up “-and losing. How is that brave? Why do I always fall for the goofy ones?”
“Cause we fit you perfectly?” Elijah headed over to once again save the kitten.
“Yes, I guess you do... the insane and the geeky... a winning combination.” Viggo snuck a piece of cake and began to eat it. “So, do you want any of your other goodies?”
Elijah looked at Viggo, licking his lips and nodding, “There is one thing I really want...”
Viggo smeared a bit of frosting on his fingers and held them out toward Elijah. “Do we put the kitten elsewhere so she won’t be traumatized?”
Elijah put the kitten back into her box before he seemed to glide his way across to Viggo, taking the fingers in his mouth and sucking at them.
Viggo curled his fingers and pulled Elijah closer gently, leaning down to add his mouth to the licking and sucking. Eventually, he transferred his mouth to Elijah’s and kissed him. “Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?”
“Nope... don’t remember a thing... tell me all about it” He grinned up at Viggo and sucked the tip of Viggo’s finger into his mouth again.
“You don’t reme- little brat, of course you remember. What a mess you made out of it, too. Had a nice sunset, a lovely setting and then you fell out of a tree!” Viggo grumbled at him. “I had to tell you I loved you in the ER, while you were singing about being a butterfly.”
Elijah shook his head strongly, “No! I wasn’t singing... I was chanting! I remember the difference being very important! Very.”
“Yeah... it was very classy, especially when you staggered out of your room in your gown and showed off your ass to all assembled... and that was my romantic day with you where I told you I loved you.” Viggo cradled Elijah to his chest, laughing softly in memory of groggy Elijah chanting his butterfly routine and flashing his ass to all comers.
“I didn’t know about the ass thing! I’m just glad no one had a camera!” He giggled and hugged Viggo tightly, “I musta looked a right fool.”
“Nobody had a camera,” Viggo affirmed, but a little sly grin sneaked over his face. “You did, but you were my little fool.” He raised Elijah up for another kiss.
Elijah grinned up at Viggo, “You’d better believe it!!!” And he kissed Viggo slowly, hesitantly, as if it was their first kiss all over again.
Amused by the shy hesitancy, Viggo used the soft touches from their very first embrace. He slides his lips soothingly, then added a tip of tongue, followed by a dip of his tongue to pry at the closed mouth, before finally insinuating himself naturally inside.
Elijah moaned softly, returning the kiss as his arms wound around Viggo, holding them together tightly.
“I’m covered in edible paint, you know... and your clothes are filthy.” Viggo snuck his hands into the pockets of Elijah’s jeans. “Whatever shall we do?”
Elijah grinned, “I think I’m going to lick you clean.” And lowering his head slightly Elijah licked down from Viggo’s shoulder heading towards his nipple.
Viggo stopped Elijah with a gentle hand. “How about in bed? These boards are hard on the back.”
“You wanna get all that... paint stuff in our bed?” Elijah laughed, “ON those lovely chocolate brown sheets I bought us?”
“Its edible paint,” Viggo purred, “which basically means its frosting. It washes right off and if it doesn’t, I suspect we have enough money between us to purchase a sheet manufacturer.”
Elijah laughed and kissed Viggo again, “How about you meet me in the bedroom and about ten minuets? I think our kitty needs to be set up before we fall into bed, cause I don’t want to clean up a mess tomorrow... do you?”
“All her stuff is set up in the empty guest room. The guides say to acclimate a kitten to her surroundings for a few days, starting with one room. I put out her box, food and a bed, along with some toys.” Viggo released Elijah and picked up a few sweets, sauntering toward the bedroom. “I’ll be waiting.”
Picking up the cat he made sure she was settled in the guest room, looking at her from the door, “What are we going to call you?” Closing the door behind him he gathered the wrapped box of the chocolates he’d gotten for Viggo and made his way to their bedroom. He stoped, leaning against the doorway to just look at the picture Viggo made.
Viggo’s pants lay draped over a chair, and he stretched out on the bed, casually eating a cupcake as if he was not naked and coated in paint. He paid no attention to Elijah, his tongue licking the frosting off the cake rather suggestively.
“That tongue of yours...” Elijah shook his head, “Should have to be registered as an illegal weapon...” He started pulling his clothes off, wanting to touch and taste the wonderful sight set out before him.
A bite of the cupcake disappeared into Viggo’s mouth, and he moaned softly. “Mmm, you have to try this, Lij. It’s sinfully delicious.” He reached out both hands, one offering the dessert and the other wrapping around Elijah’s left arm.
Elijah sighed and dropped his shirt onto the floor before leaning down to take a bite from the cupcake, making a soft noise of pleasure, “Lovely.”
“As are you.” Viggo pulled him down for a deep kiss, tongue melting into Elijah’s mouth. “So, what do you want next? The éclair? The tart? Me?”
Letting his gaze travel over Viggo Elijah grinned and said, “I’ll take the éclair.” Before he bent over and took Viggo’s cock into his mouth and sucked at it lightly.
“You seem to have mistaken me for an éclair,” Viggo said with deep amusement and arousal. His legs spread further apart for Elijah, and he touched the side of his head lightly. With his other hand, he began to eat the éclair.
Elijah smirked around Viggo’s cock as he moved to kneel on the bed between his lover’s spread thighs. Mouth lifting away long enough to mutter, “Could have mistaken you for a tart...” Reaching up he took the remaining half of the éclair from his lover, sliding it down around the now erect cock and started nibbling at it and Viggo at the same time.
“Decorative.” Viggo watched Elijah, enjoying letting him take his time and enjoy himself. Not that he remained idle. His finger continued to stroke and play on Elijah’s face, neck and shoulders, but he kept himself still otherwise.
Humming happily Elijah started with licking up all the cream, loving the mingled sweetness with Viggo’s musk, taking nibbling bites of the pasty, tongue and lips caressing Viggo more than the éclair at other times, clearly enjoying himself a great deal.
A series of soft caressing nonsense words, groans of appreciation and sighs reached Elijah’s ears, all murmured by the aroused Viggo. His eyelids lay at half mast, eyes gleaming out of them as he watched Elijah work. His hands stilled finally, just resting on Elijah’s hair as they encouraged him to keep going.
Elijah did, at his own pace, but as he ate away at the pastry more and more of Viggo’s cock was there for his tongue and lips to tease and caress, and he did so with even more enjoyment.
“Elijah,” Viggo warned softly, his muscles tensing with the desire to thrust into that warm mouth. He tugged a little the hair now, but to pull Elijah away.
Elijah lifted his head so his lips where just resting at the tip of Viggo’s cock, “Yes love?”
“Let me have a turn before...” Viggo scooted over to kiss Elijah, tasting chocolate, cream, custard and himself in his lover’s mouth. “Most sinful dessert on the planet.” He rubbed Elijah’s cheek softly. “You tend to rush right to the end first.”
“But Viggo! There’s always cream with an éclair... I was just working for my cream...” He grinned and kissed Viggo deeply, exploring the flavours he found deep in his lover’s mouth.
“You’ll get your cream, one way or another or maybe several ways, but you need to stop and enjoy the trip to get the cream first. And this conversation is bordering on ridiculous.” He sucked at Elijah’s lower lip and then the very tip of his tongue.
Elijah couldn’t help it, he threw his head back, laughing for several long moments before he calmed and looked up at Viggo, “And that is strange for us how?”
“I used to make a lot of sense, at least to myself, until you showed up. Now, even I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore.”
Elijah shook his head, “You don’t make any more or less to anyone else if you’re wondering...” And he caught Viggo’s lips for a long and loving kiss.
Viggo stroked Elijah’s cheek and chin and his back as they kissed, finally cupping his ass in strong hands. When they broke off, Viggo squeezed him tenderly. “You know, I’m covered in edible paint.”
Elijah smirked at Viggo, “You know... I’d almost forgotten that...” And he dipped his head to lick across a paint covered patch of skin with a happy little sound.
“I thought you might have.” Viggo sighed in deep soul satisfaction and licked an equal patch of Elijah’s skin.
“Almost.” He repeated as he started cleaning his way down in search of a nipple.
Viggo wiggled away a bit and tisked at Elijah. “Share and share alike.” He pushed Elijah back so he could trace his own tongue over a hairless patch of skin on Elijah’s chest.
“Who said I had to share you??” He looks indignantly at Viggo.
Snorting in slight scorn, Viggo licked one of Elijah’s nipples. He regretted that Elijah did not posses the same live wires his own nipples seemed attached to. However, the little buds stiffened nicely, so he enjoyed a moment of sucking each one.
Elijah gave a moan of appreciation, although it wasn’t the same feeling Viggo seemed to receive it was still lovely and he arched his back towards Viggo’s mouth in encouragement, “Ohh...”
Smiling, Viggo began to edge toward Elijah’s hot spot- that little indent in his abdomen. Still, he hesitated and licked just above the most erogenous area. “Your turn?”
Elijah’s body arched up to rub against Viggo as much as he could, lifting his head to look at Viggo with lust dazed eyes, almost black the blue hidden by dilated pupils, “Want you too.”
Not needing to be asked twice, Viggo held Elijah’s hips and began to lavish his entire abdomen with his tongue. A few swipes along the edges and then delving straight toward the middle. He chewed on the little indent, before slipping the tip of his tongue inside and sliding it in and out a few times.
Elijah’s whole being responded to the caresses to the most sensitive part of his body, arching upwards to try and get more, to feel more. His cock jumped from hard to aching, precum gushing from the tip as Elijah writhed under his lover, “Fuck! Viggo... ohh... yess... please?”
“See, one little series of licks and you are already to the main course.” Viggo sighed, but could not help dropping his head to lick the away the gushes of salty fluid. His tongue soon demanded more use of its talents and descended lower.
Elijah gasped and thrust his hips up and then down, digging them into the mattress in an attempt to escape the intense feeling for just a moment, long enough to gather some control over himself, but it was not meant to be, and as Viggo’s tongue went lower Elijah’s control was well and truly beyond reach.
Knowing Elijah would never be able to reverse course from the roller coaster finish, Viggo gave up and began to ease his mouth over Elijah. However, a wild buck sent Elijah down to the back of his throat, and Viggo nearly gagged at the force. He controlled himself after a few deep breaths through his nose and then began to slide up and down. His pace resembled a very busy oil rig
It was all too much for Elijah and with an odd emotion close to regret he came, calling out to his lover in desperate needy cries that expressed his emotion perfectly, although he didn’t know it.
The rush caught Viggo by surprise somehow, and some escaped his mouth and trickled everywhere. He licked frantically to clean everything up and then released Elijah with a quiet sigh. “Yeah, I love you, too.”
Elijah panted harshly, the sound echoing in the room as he fought to regain his breath and the ability to speak or even move. “muumamm.” he mumbled between lips that wouldn’t work properly. Trying again he managed, “luv uooo.”
Laughing softly, Viggo settled down beside Elijah and began to kiss his neck and shoulders, before putting a perfect hickey just below his neck line. “Your turn now.”
Elijah pressed himself against Viggo’s body and took several more deep breaths before muttering softly, slightly embarrassed, “Sorry... I... I couldn’t... control myself.”
“Do you think I mind that a simple touch from me can give you such pleasure? Silly Elijah. I merely regret that I cannot prolong your foreplay as I ask you to do for me.”
“I’m not always that... that...” He blushed and pushed Viggo’s shoulder, “You make it sound like I never last any longer!”
A silence answered that comment. Viggo sometimes thought Elijah considered sex a sprint, instead of the marathons he preferred.
Elijah’s eyes narrowed and he started counting backwards in elvish as he tried to work out if Viggo knew just how insulted Elijah felt right then. He didn’t say anything, sure that anything he would say would come out unpleasantly if not down right mean.
Viggo glanced at the narrow eyes and clenched jaw and groaned. “Not like that, brat. I meant you like to get right to business and I beat around the bush. And so far, I’ve been unable to convert you to my side.” He rolled his eyes and thought about the respects in which women were so much easier.
Elijah sighed, unsure what to say so he just lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to Viggo’s chin. Still not saying anything more he started nibbling his way along Viggo’s jaw line.
Viggo caught him by the chin and held his head gently so they could look at each other. “No offence given?”
Looking deeply into Viggo’s eyes Elijah smiled slightly, “None taken.”
“Well, good then.” He kissed Elijah’s nose and released him. “You may go on with whatever torture you devised for me.”
Elijah laughed softly before he leant over his lover and kissed him very softly, lingering at Viggo’s lips much longer than normal.
Tangling his hand in Elijah’s hair and wishing somewhat oddly that it was longer, Viggo enjoyed the lingering kiss. He encouraged Elijah to stay by making his mouth pliant and inviting, taking advantage of Elijah’s tongue.
Elijah did linger even longer, enjoying the loving kissing, exploring Viggo’s mouth in a way he seldom did, and loving every moment of it.
“Who needs the words, when you say it all with a kiss,” Viggo murmured when he finally gave in for a breath.
Elijah grinned almost shyly at Viggo and nibbled the tip of his lovers nose for a moment, “Sometimes just cause they are nice to hear?”
“I love you.” Viggo gave the words all their sincerity he possessed and then smiled gently. “I wanted you from the first I saw of you on set, but you took me instead.”
“I took you?” Elijah cocked his head to the side, “I seem to remember being taken... and quite ... resolutely love.”
A mock scowl twisted Viggo’s mouth into a slight pout. “Now look, you’ve taken my romantic speech and made it all... dirty.”
“Love? Where’s in bed, wrapped around one and other and your mouth tastes of my cum... Wonderfully, but still... and you think it’s dirty?”
“Now, you’re just being a brat.” Viggo swatted his ass and then rubbed it more encouragingly.
Elijah grinned and replied, “Your brat.”
“Better not be anyone else’s. I don’t subscribe to violence, but I’d duel over you, my brat.” His hand traced the crease between Elijah’s cheeks and then smoothed back upward over the tender curves.
Elijah almost purred down at Viggo before catching his lips for yet another long lingering kiss. Only when it was over did he start to press kisses to every inch of Viggo’s face.
“There,” Viggo sighed happily, tilting his head to get Elijah to kiss neglected patches of skin. “You missed a spot by my ear... mmm... under my chin.... yeah, there...”
Laughing soft little huffs against Viggo’s skin Elijah kissed each patch as directed, giggling in enjoyment.
Viggo laughed, a huff of breath followed by a sigh of pleasure, and then pushed at Elijah to try to encourage him to kiss lower still. His nipples, always sensitive, were being brushed lightly by Elijah’s movements and they began to ache sweetly.
Elijah kept moving from one side of Viggo’s face to the other, enjoying how their chests rubbed against each other. He deliberately lingered against Viggo’s pushes, teasing them both before he slowly started kissing down Viggo’s neck.
“Bratbratbrat,” Viggo rumbled at Elijah’s stalling and then arched up to him as he finally moved downward. His earlier words about lack of foreplay taunted him, as his lover showed a wicked ability to tease without end.
Another huffing laugh as Elijah’s tongue traced Viggo’s Adam’s apple before slowly descending to the hollow of Viggo’s throat. He was enjoying himself so much that the teasing nature of his actions had become unintentional.
Viggo tilted his head up to watch Elijah’s progress- or lack thereof. His steel eyes flicked over the perfect face, the lovely body, the combination of strength and delicacy that attracted him from the first. “Lovely,” he mumbled, mostly to himself.
Elijah flashed a grin up at Viggo before he started kissing his way along Viggo’s shoulder, licking up the paint he found on his way, enjoying the combination of Viggo and the fruits of the paint.
“I forgot about that, too,” Viggo said in wonderment. “You know, I got a lot of that on my chest...”
“I’ll get to it Vig... don’t be so impatent!” He laughed softly and then nipped at the tip of Viggo’s shoulder.
“I’ve been wearing it for a few hours now. It’s beginning to be a bit of a discomfort.” He squirmed a little, completely suggestive in the way he let his own legs fall open.
Elijah smile at Viggo before he licked a broad path from Viggo’s shoulder to the opposite hip.
Even for Elijah, Viggo found it hard to remain passive and let himself be taken care of. He knew Elijah loved being in charge, but he still could not restrain from lifting his hips slightly. The paint continued over to the other side, which he showed Elijah with this movement.
Elijah giggled and shook his head, lifting his head to look at his lover with fond amusement in his eyes, “You are the pushiest bottom I have ever met...” And as he lowered his head again he commented softly, “Wouldn’t have you any other way.” with that he started licking broad stripes across Viggo’s chest, making sure to catch his nipples every time.
I’ve never been a good bottom,” Viggo muttered, arching into the licks at his nipples with profound groans. “I never really tried before you.”
Elijah grinned before changing tactics suddenly and taking the hard, blood reddened nub of one of Viggo’s nipples between his teeth very carefully tugging on it rhythmically.
Viggo’s groans turned to deep, almost threatening growls as his entire nervous system attempted to overload and blow up. Sometimes, he rued the day all his nerves got stuck into the two nubs on his chest... one of the two most obvious places on the entire body.
Nimble fingers found the other nibble and gripping with the same firmness of the teeth tugged it in matching rhythm. Viggo’s reaction to the stimulation of his nipples was such a turn on for Elijah it was everything he could to keep from taking Viggo’s cock into his body right then and there.
“Fuck! Elijah!” Everything else Viggo wanted to say turned into gibberish. His blood boiled over, as his nerves began to melt one by one. Nothing made any sense, except that he was dying and the only thing anchoring him to life was that annoying creature currently trying to kill him, too.
Elijah didn’t let up as he felt Viggo’s muscle bunching beneath him, keeping up his stimulation for as long as he could, until he was sure Viggo would kill them both and slid his mouth further down Viggo’s chest, tracing a fairly direct trail to Viggo’s crotch, although he couldn’t resist a detour to Viggo’s tattoo.
The tingles continued from his nipples even as Elijah drifted away from them. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain some semblance of balance before Elijah blew him out of the water with that illegal mouth.
Giggling a little evilly Elijah bit down at the hollow Viggo’s hip before soothing it away with soothing strokes of his tongue, “So beautiful...” And he fell back to his self appointed task of cleaning away the paint with enthusiasm.
That surprised Viggo, and he made some strange noise that nevertheless indicated his confusion with Elijah’s move. There was an end to the teasing he could take and after nearly removing his nipples, Viggo felt Elijah might be pushing the limit.
Elijah smiled a little at the noise, pretty sure he understood it, “Tell me... tell me Vig... this... this is all for you, tell me what you want.”
“Anything... Lij... love it all... just... enough teasing... damn it.” Viggo strangled the words out of moans, pants and little hitches of breath.
Elijah nodded, “No more teasing...” And with no further teasing Elijah too Viggo’s cock into his mouth and down Elijah’s throat, the muscles contracting time with Viggo’s heart beat.
Viggo took Elijah’s hair, thinking vaguely of power steering and held on tightly, though not pulling. His strong hips resisted the urge to pound upward by the barest of margins. After the sensations at his nipples, not to mention Elijah’s considerable head skills, Viggo felt his orgasm from the base of his toes rocketing upward.
Elijah grinned around Viggo’s cock and started sucking with true hunger, taking Viggo deeper and deep into the moist heat of a willing and hungry mouth. Every moment and caressed was designed to make Viggo lose is formidable control.
Viggo let go of any remaining determined action. After a few more sucks, Viggo threw his head back, hips forward and dissolved into the mindlessness of climax.
Elijah purred as his mouth was flooded with Viggo’s taste and pleasure. He swallowed every drop, tongue working to keep Viggo’s pleasure as intense as possible until he was sure his lover was well drained. Only then did he pull away and sitting back on his haunches smirk at Viggo.
“Well, that was... not bad.” Viggo countered Elijah’s smirk by speaking the words very calmly.
Elijah’s giggle wiped the smirk away and he laid himself over Viggo, kissing him softly. “Love you.”
“You really need to work on the smugness,” Viggo muttered, kissing back.
Elijah answered in a softly relaxed voice, “Rather be happy than smug!”
“Well, I hope you are happy,” Viggo said, reaching up to stroke Elijah’s hair.
“With you? How could I not be?”
“Flatterer. Now, what does my lover want?”
“I was wondering if we could bottle this... this feeling and share it with our friends... I wish everyone could be this happy.”
“Uh oh, you’re getting mushy. No good can come of this.”
“So you’re saying bad is going to come of this?” Elijah laughed.
“I know what happens when you want to start making everyone happy. I still remember the Cate/Bean debacle.” Viggo sighed exaggeratedly. He took Lij in his arms.
“I was really drunk when that happened Vig!! It’s not far to keep bringing it up!!”
“Aww poor little Doodle-Dums.” Viggo eased the teasing with a deep kiss.
Elijah bit at Viggo’s lower lip in playful protest, but returned the kiss happily, snuggling closer to his lover with a sigh.
“Your turn.” Viggo lay back, suggestively.
Elijah lifted himself up on one up, looking at his lover for a long moment before saying, “We so need a shower.”
“Mmm, sounds like a plan.” He touched his lover’s stomach.
“Oh... I have something for you...” Getting out of the bed Elijah found Viggo’s elaborately wrapped gift and smiled.
“A gift!? For me?” Viggo overplayed perfectly.
“No love, it’s for the kitten...” Elijah was proud of himself for not throwing the chocolates at Viggo as he walked to the bed. “Here!”
Viggo took the box and rattled it cautiously, like an overgrown child. He finally tore the wrapping to shreds and laughed once in delight. “Chocolates! You little romantic!” He opened the box and carefully selected one perfect morsel. Placing it on his tongue, he closed his mouth, shut his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of the candy melting in his mouth. “Mmmm.”
Watching with avid and bright eyes Elijah laughed softly, “I’m glad you like them... I... I hope they are the right ones?”
“They’re perfect, my Elijah. Come here and share one with me.” He reached out for Elijah with one hand, holding a chocolate temptingly in the other.
Elijah let himself be drawn to the bed, wrapping his lips around Viggo’s fingers and sucking the flesh and chocolate into his mouth at the same time.
“Like I said, perfect.” He pulled Elijah close to kiss him, sharing chocolate between them. “Have you had a nice Valentine’s Day?”
“My best ever...” And with that Elijah had to kiss Viggo again.
“And they shall only get better the longer we are together. Just think what our fiftieth shall be like.”
Elijah looked at Viggo with sudden vulnerability, “Do... do you think we will have fifty years together?”
Viggo nipped his nose gently and rubbed his neck. “Of course we will, unless you plan to leave me.”
“Never.”
“Then we may reach an infinite number, depending on if you believe love lasts forever, like I do.” Viggo offered him another chocolate.
“I... I can’t picture me without you any more... so that more than works for me.” And leaning forward he gave Viggo the sweetest kiss he could.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Viggo purred softly.
Elijah’s smile was blinding and he leant in to whisper back, “And may it be the first of many my Viggo.”
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Great job.
*Loves you guys*
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Thanks for the FB!
Love you, too!
Saklani and Emma
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Enjoyed this delightful pairing. The strange, wild, creative Viggo with the wholesome, boyishly charming Elijah.
Thank you
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