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FIC: "Plaz" EW/DM, NC17
Title: Plaz
Author: intercursus
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Virtually real.
Archive: please ask.
Disclaimer: Has not happened, yet. Might never happen, actually.
Feeback: Sure thing, king.
Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mandalaya for the beta, and cockzilla and angstslashhope for encouragement and ahahahas.
The curved plazscreen covered his field of vision, and the low sine-wave throb in the headset increased in speed. Seconds later, the selection screen appeared.
"Thank you for choosing Andonia. Memory scan complete."
He felt the slight electric shock-like sensation over his scalp stop, but the tight feeling of his hair standing on end remained. The warmed tekskin chair under him began to recline smoothly.
"Based on your memory scan, we have created a list of people for you to choose from. Also, you may decline to use these and pick from Andonia's fine collection of fantaz partners. Andonia keeps your privacy in strictest confidence, and no sensitive data has been obtained from you or will be retained. Once you have made your selection, you may proceed to further menus, or you may switch to semi-manual control. Thank you for choosing Andonia."
Good. I've been needing this all week, he thought to himself. Immediately, the view changed to a scene of a comfortable sitting area, and the chairs and sofa were filled with people he knew, people he didn't really know, but all people that he found himself thinking about as he serviced himself in his single-person apartment, alone at night, flickering images aiding him along on his small wall-mounted plazscreen and in his mind.
Who to pick, who to pick. Her? No, she's just good for a cuddle. Her image smiled, then faded from the screen.
Him? Oh, yes. Ancient history. Tragedy, even. Goodbye for now- The man on the couch shrugged and vanished. Shifting a bit in the reclined seat, he looked into the screen and selected the man sprawled on the chair. The screen faded and with a few nods and eyeblinks, he found himself looking at a series of snow-capped mountains through a window, dripping icicles across the top of the pane. He shivered.
"Cold?"
The voice behind him startled him in its exact replication. In fact, the entire room startled him. A fireplace crackling to his right, and to his left, a high four-postered bed, and wrapped up in the down coverlet was Dominic.
"A little." Elijah could feel the cold even though he knew he was actually in a booth, 50 years ahead of this moment playing in his mind. "I should get back in bed. I did want to see the sun come up."
"Why? We don't have to work today, snowed in. Come back." Dominic lifted up the coverlet, moving away from the edge of the bed. "Hurry, I'm letting all the warmth out."
Elijah walked back to the bed, and dropped the blanket that he had wrapped around his body to the floor. "I'll put it back in."
Dom raised an eyebrow and glanced down quickly at Elijah's pale skin, the dark ink of his tattoo and the darker curls below. "Put it back in, eh?"
Elijah giggled, shivering. "Yeah. Scoot over." He got inside the warm cocoon of the sheets, and Dom turned towards him, wrapping himself over Elijah.
They remained there, spooning, kissing, Dom teasing him. "Oh, look. you have three hairs on your chest now. Macho, Lij."
Elijah frowned, and looked up to a point on the ceiling, blinking twice. The room, and Dom melted away before the menu screen appeared. He nodded his head until he found what he was looking for. This is more like it.
He blinked again, and took a deep breath. Cigarette smoke and beer, and he took a deep drag off his own cigarette, tasting the sweet heavy air as it filled his lungs. Exhaled with pursed lips, and walked back to the table. Good thing this bar had a back room.
The man at the table looked at him, his eyes glassed over and unfocused. "Wondered where you went, Dood," he slurred, his hands hidden behind the table, probably holding his jock, Elijah thought. Good. He stepped over and sat down on Dom's muscled thighs, taking another drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray behind him.
Elijah put his hands on Dom's shoulders and pushed him back against the vinyl of the bench, moving up his thighs until his knees sank into the brown upholstery. Dom's head lolled back, and Elijah moved up to lick his throat, from the hollow up to his jaw, feeling the hum of a moan under the skin, the thick cords of Dom's neck twisting.
"Nngh…" Dom tilted up with his hips, moving forward, and Elijah felt himself shift until he lurched forward, his body sliding down, slowly, until they met with heat and hardness. It was Elijah's turn to go slack-jawed, as he rocked back and forth against Dom's cock, squeezing his eyes shut so tight he saw stars, swirling sparkles throbbing to his heartbeat. He felt fingernails digging into his thighs, pulling him closer, tighter, the friction hot and sweet against his skin.
"Ahh.. c'mere-" Elijah panted, moving down to reach Dom's parted mouth, opening it farther with his darting tongue, their teeth clicking together in a rough, breathless kiss. Dom's hands gripped him and pulled with a sharp motion.
"Lij, you fucking tease, you fuh… fucking tease, you won't finish me off proper, you'll just ride me like a hobby horse-"
"'s not fair, is it. I mean, the barback, she's getting a proper show out of it-" Elijah growled, looking over his shoulder at the girl, trying not to watch as she stacked glasses.
Dom made a strangled protest as he released Elijah's thighs and went for his zipper. "Then she won't care if I do this." His fingers flicked and pulled, sought and found Elijah, easing him through the fly of his boxers, his hand curling around the shaft.
Elijah squeaked, and heard a glass drop and shatter behind the bar.
"Oh!" The barback gaped at them, and turned away, slipping out the door.
Dom laughed beneath him, kneading and stroking Elijah. "Proper."
"Not really, but we'll just say it is." Elijah fell forward again, bracing himself up against the back of the bench, watching his dusky cock move back and forth in Dom's hand.
Much better. He reached down to unzip his pants releasing the pressure, the chair beneath him humming softly, placing his hand inside and moving in a practiced rhythm. Wait. One more thing. He looked back up for the control dot on the screen and blinked twice, then a nod.
He looked down again, and trailed his fingers down Dom's chest, feeling him tremble in response. They weren't in that dank bar anymore- they're now under a mosquito tent in that hotel in Thailand, the damp sheets twisted up underneath them both, and they were both naked, a sheen of sweat covering them. The fan above them sent a cool breeze down through the netting. Elijah felt Dom enter him and swell, as he held still over Dom's hips.
"Come down…" Dom whispered. "I'll wait."
Elijah angled down slowly, until he felt Dom's hand move away and up, to the curve of his bottom. He felt himself relax and open, and he almost swooned as he found himself resting on Dom's lap, the heat spreading out and through him in waves almost visible in the bright light.
Dom's hands moved up to skate lightly over Elijah's skin, and Elijah thought that his body had somehow expanded and filled the room, Dom's hand moving in great swaths over him, circling and hovering over his chest, twisting, teasing his nipples, his nails marking their descent over his belly and to the curved Tengwar, tracing that too, the memory of the stinging needle still there. The hand found its rest on his aching member, after pulling and twirling through his tight curls, taking a slow detour around the soft sac below.
Elijah lifted himself up, wobbly and shaking into Dom's hand, then back down again, up, down, gaining strength with each push and pull. He looked down at Dom's face, tilted up and flushed, his tongue wetting his lips in between the nibbles of his teeth.
"Dominic-" He whimpered, closing his eyes now, so close, and he felt Dom's other hand join in, stroking in tandem, and he froze in ecstasy, still pinioned and mounted, the electric jolt of his climax rocketing out through Dom's still-pistoning fingers, spilling onto his belly.
Murmuring sweet things, Dom reached for a corner of the sheet to dry himself, then eased Elijah down and over onto the bed. Elijah sighed, opening his eyes to drowsy slits. With a growl, Dom pulled Elijah's wrists up and away with one hand, bending him in half, Elijah's legs folding back and over Dom's shoulders, and Dom came fast and hard, in a slow, deep, final thrust inside.
Oh… oh. One more, one more. He squirmed and adjusted himself in the chair, feeling sticky but sated. The screen went back to the opening screen. He pushed a button on the chair. The screen went back a few more pages, to another site.
The flat mech-voice pulled everything back to reality. "Welcome back. We here at Symurgy hope you enjoyed your stay. Would you like to continue with this sim or start with another?"
The screen displayed the face of a youthful Elijah Wood, an actor. The woman inside the viewing apparatus, now relaxed in the booth had remembered him from an old movie. "Your selection" was the caption underneath his photo, and "Continue/Discard?" flashed beneath that.
"Continue." she said into the headset voice sensor.
Author: intercursus
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Virtually real.
Archive: please ask.
Disclaimer: Has not happened, yet. Might never happen, actually.
Feeback: Sure thing, king.
Thanks to
mandalaya for the beta, and cockzilla and angstslashhope for encouragement and ahahahas.The curved plazscreen covered his field of vision, and the low sine-wave throb in the headset increased in speed. Seconds later, the selection screen appeared.
"Thank you for choosing Andonia. Memory scan complete."
He felt the slight electric shock-like sensation over his scalp stop, but the tight feeling of his hair standing on end remained. The warmed tekskin chair under him began to recline smoothly.
"Based on your memory scan, we have created a list of people for you to choose from. Also, you may decline to use these and pick from Andonia's fine collection of fantaz partners. Andonia keeps your privacy in strictest confidence, and no sensitive data has been obtained from you or will be retained. Once you have made your selection, you may proceed to further menus, or you may switch to semi-manual control. Thank you for choosing Andonia."
Good. I've been needing this all week, he thought to himself. Immediately, the view changed to a scene of a comfortable sitting area, and the chairs and sofa were filled with people he knew, people he didn't really know, but all people that he found himself thinking about as he serviced himself in his single-person apartment, alone at night, flickering images aiding him along on his small wall-mounted plazscreen and in his mind.
Who to pick, who to pick. Her? No, she's just good for a cuddle. Her image smiled, then faded from the screen.
Him? Oh, yes. Ancient history. Tragedy, even. Goodbye for now- The man on the couch shrugged and vanished. Shifting a bit in the reclined seat, he looked into the screen and selected the man sprawled on the chair. The screen faded and with a few nods and eyeblinks, he found himself looking at a series of snow-capped mountains through a window, dripping icicles across the top of the pane. He shivered.
"Cold?"
The voice behind him startled him in its exact replication. In fact, the entire room startled him. A fireplace crackling to his right, and to his left, a high four-postered bed, and wrapped up in the down coverlet was Dominic.
"A little." Elijah could feel the cold even though he knew he was actually in a booth, 50 years ahead of this moment playing in his mind. "I should get back in bed. I did want to see the sun come up."
"Why? We don't have to work today, snowed in. Come back." Dominic lifted up the coverlet, moving away from the edge of the bed. "Hurry, I'm letting all the warmth out."
Elijah walked back to the bed, and dropped the blanket that he had wrapped around his body to the floor. "I'll put it back in."
Dom raised an eyebrow and glanced down quickly at Elijah's pale skin, the dark ink of his tattoo and the darker curls below. "Put it back in, eh?"
Elijah giggled, shivering. "Yeah. Scoot over." He got inside the warm cocoon of the sheets, and Dom turned towards him, wrapping himself over Elijah.
They remained there, spooning, kissing, Dom teasing him. "Oh, look. you have three hairs on your chest now. Macho, Lij."
Elijah frowned, and looked up to a point on the ceiling, blinking twice. The room, and Dom melted away before the menu screen appeared. He nodded his head until he found what he was looking for. This is more like it.
He blinked again, and took a deep breath. Cigarette smoke and beer, and he took a deep drag off his own cigarette, tasting the sweet heavy air as it filled his lungs. Exhaled with pursed lips, and walked back to the table. Good thing this bar had a back room.
The man at the table looked at him, his eyes glassed over and unfocused. "Wondered where you went, Dood," he slurred, his hands hidden behind the table, probably holding his jock, Elijah thought. Good. He stepped over and sat down on Dom's muscled thighs, taking another drag off his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray behind him.
Elijah put his hands on Dom's shoulders and pushed him back against the vinyl of the bench, moving up his thighs until his knees sank into the brown upholstery. Dom's head lolled back, and Elijah moved up to lick his throat, from the hollow up to his jaw, feeling the hum of a moan under the skin, the thick cords of Dom's neck twisting.
"Nngh…" Dom tilted up with his hips, moving forward, and Elijah felt himself shift until he lurched forward, his body sliding down, slowly, until they met with heat and hardness. It was Elijah's turn to go slack-jawed, as he rocked back and forth against Dom's cock, squeezing his eyes shut so tight he saw stars, swirling sparkles throbbing to his heartbeat. He felt fingernails digging into his thighs, pulling him closer, tighter, the friction hot and sweet against his skin.
"Ahh.. c'mere-" Elijah panted, moving down to reach Dom's parted mouth, opening it farther with his darting tongue, their teeth clicking together in a rough, breathless kiss. Dom's hands gripped him and pulled with a sharp motion.
"Lij, you fucking tease, you fuh… fucking tease, you won't finish me off proper, you'll just ride me like a hobby horse-"
"'s not fair, is it. I mean, the barback, she's getting a proper show out of it-" Elijah growled, looking over his shoulder at the girl, trying not to watch as she stacked glasses.
Dom made a strangled protest as he released Elijah's thighs and went for his zipper. "Then she won't care if I do this." His fingers flicked and pulled, sought and found Elijah, easing him through the fly of his boxers, his hand curling around the shaft.
Elijah squeaked, and heard a glass drop and shatter behind the bar.
"Oh!" The barback gaped at them, and turned away, slipping out the door.
Dom laughed beneath him, kneading and stroking Elijah. "Proper."
"Not really, but we'll just say it is." Elijah fell forward again, bracing himself up against the back of the bench, watching his dusky cock move back and forth in Dom's hand.
Much better. He reached down to unzip his pants releasing the pressure, the chair beneath him humming softly, placing his hand inside and moving in a practiced rhythm. Wait. One more thing. He looked back up for the control dot on the screen and blinked twice, then a nod.
He looked down again, and trailed his fingers down Dom's chest, feeling him tremble in response. They weren't in that dank bar anymore- they're now under a mosquito tent in that hotel in Thailand, the damp sheets twisted up underneath them both, and they were both naked, a sheen of sweat covering them. The fan above them sent a cool breeze down through the netting. Elijah felt Dom enter him and swell, as he held still over Dom's hips.
"Come down…" Dom whispered. "I'll wait."
Elijah angled down slowly, until he felt Dom's hand move away and up, to the curve of his bottom. He felt himself relax and open, and he almost swooned as he found himself resting on Dom's lap, the heat spreading out and through him in waves almost visible in the bright light.
Dom's hands moved up to skate lightly over Elijah's skin, and Elijah thought that his body had somehow expanded and filled the room, Dom's hand moving in great swaths over him, circling and hovering over his chest, twisting, teasing his nipples, his nails marking their descent over his belly and to the curved Tengwar, tracing that too, the memory of the stinging needle still there. The hand found its rest on his aching member, after pulling and twirling through his tight curls, taking a slow detour around the soft sac below.
Elijah lifted himself up, wobbly and shaking into Dom's hand, then back down again, up, down, gaining strength with each push and pull. He looked down at Dom's face, tilted up and flushed, his tongue wetting his lips in between the nibbles of his teeth.
"Dominic-" He whimpered, closing his eyes now, so close, and he felt Dom's other hand join in, stroking in tandem, and he froze in ecstasy, still pinioned and mounted, the electric jolt of his climax rocketing out through Dom's still-pistoning fingers, spilling onto his belly.
Murmuring sweet things, Dom reached for a corner of the sheet to dry himself, then eased Elijah down and over onto the bed. Elijah sighed, opening his eyes to drowsy slits. With a growl, Dom pulled Elijah's wrists up and away with one hand, bending him in half, Elijah's legs folding back and over Dom's shoulders, and Dom came fast and hard, in a slow, deep, final thrust inside.
Oh… oh. One more, one more. He squirmed and adjusted himself in the chair, feeling sticky but sated. The screen went back to the opening screen. He pushed a button on the chair. The screen went back a few more pages, to another site.
The flat mech-voice pulled everything back to reality. "Welcome back. We here at Symurgy hope you enjoyed your stay. Would you like to continue with this sim or start with another?"
The screen displayed the face of a youthful Elijah Wood, an actor. The woman inside the viewing apparatus, now relaxed in the booth had remembered him from an old movie. "Your selection" was the caption underneath his photo, and "Continue/Discard?" flashed beneath that.
"Continue." she said into the headset voice sensor.
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