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NEW: Will You Remember? 1/? (LOTRps Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Title: Will You Remember
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Wymsie *covers her with kisses*
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: An artist and photographer strikes up an unlikely partnership with a prostitute.
Author's Notes: A new series from Wushu and myself with a lovely beta by the dear Wymsie. This storyis finished, I am just not sure how many parts its going to end up being! This story was inspired by a line in one of Curthose's lovely Viggo/Elijah fictions. I would tell you which line, but that would give away a lot of plot, so I'm holding out on everyone. This is definitely an AU with large liberties taken with both men. Please forgive us our trespasses. I hope you enjoy!
Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Though our paths may sever,
To life's last faint ember,
Will you remember?
The lamplights glittered too brightly over musty and littered sidewalks, shining on the men in tight outfits primping, posing and gesturing beneath them. Viggo slowed down his truck, looking over them with a critical eye. His insides twisted slowly into nervous knots of larger and larger proportions. At first, when the idea of photographing a prostitute entered his mind, he dismissed it out of hand. Yet, the idea took root and grew until it occupied his mind constantly. So, here he was, on the wrong side of town, looking over the male skin market.
Elijah watched the car cruising the strip, a little faster than normal, but something pushed him forward. He stepped away from his fellow working boys and did his best to catch the guy's eye as he slowed. Taking a few more steps toward the car, Elijah stopped directly under a street light, tilting his head upwards to cast as much light upon his face as possible, emphasizing his most important feature- his eyes..
Viggo noticed the young man immediately. He would make the most religious person rock on their foundation with the impudent tilt of his head and blatantly sexual pose. Seduction rolled off of him in waves. Viggo still might have been able to resist the siren call, but for the captivating angelic eyes that reflected the light of the street lamps. He stopped the truck near the curb and rolled down his window.
As Elijah walked to the car, he used every movement to make a promise of guaranteed pleasure. He let his jacket fall off one shoulder, exposing a hint of his firm body. Pale skin gleamed under the black mesh top he wore, and his hipster jeans hung low, a gap showing off an inch wide strip of flat belly. Elijah arrived at the truck, leaning in the window. "Looking for some company?" he asked, voice pitched low and deliberately a little soft, so the john would have to lean closer. Anything to get them closer to see his eyes- big and blue.
Viggo leaned forward to hear the words that sounded obscene coming from such a perfect mouth. He cleared his throat, hoping his nervousness would not show.
"I'm looking for someone to pose for some photographs," Viggo said, glad his voice came out firm and strong. "Nothing lewd, but I will pay you for your time."
Elijah suppressed the laugh that came to his lips at the john's words. "You want me to... pose for you? And it's nothing... lewd." He rolled the word around his mouth and tongue, making it sound truly dirty, his expression skeptical. He eyed the man, looking over him approvingly. His tongue snuck out, licking his lips slightly as he decided bedding this guy would be no chore.
Viggo's eyes glimmered as they watched the tongue flick. "Yes," he said, forcing his voice to be firm. "Like I said, I want to photograph you. I- I don't know what you make a night, but I'm willing to be generous." He knew he was setting himself up, but he did not mind in this case. Already, he saw the pictures this man would take- those eyes gleaming with knowledge and belying his angelic face.
"Uh huh." Elijah's voice almost dripped with disbelief before he shook his head slightly and went into his normal pricing pitch. "Ten dollars for a hand job, twenty for a blow job and fifty for a fuck, vanilla. You wanna get kinky, it's double, but no pain and messed up shit." He did not really think it would be a problem with this guy, but he had been wrong before. "And if you want me to stay longer than it takes for the main event" --he considered the state of the car and the guy's watch and clothing-- "it's thirty an hour."
Viggo nearly chuckled with relief, imagining getting a professional model for thirty dollars an hour. If he wanted to be laughed at, cursed, hit with a heavy, blunt object or mangled to death by a carrot stick on legs, he might try offering such a paltry amount. "Thirty dollars an hour sounds reasonable," he said with a nod. "Hop in." He unlocked the other door and waited for his new model to climb in before driving off. "My name's Viggo, by the way. You eaten anything tonight?"
Elijah settled back into the car, sighing in pleasure at being off his feet. He had been working for a few hours now, and his shoes were not exactly orthopedic recommended. "Nice to meet you, Viggo." Elijah made sure to remember the name; johns liked it when you remembered. He frowned at the question. "Why?"
"Courtesy," Viggo said with a slight shrug. "Thought I would grab some Chinese before we went back to the studio." He drove on, noticing for the first time the scent that wafted off his passenger like a wave- sex, musk and desperation. "Am I allowed to know your name?"
Elijah glanced at Viggo, watching him closely as he answered, "Well I could give you the 'what do you want my name to be' game, but somehow I don't think you'd enjoy it." He smiled suddenly, hoping the john could not hear the rumbling of his stomach at the mention of Chinese, and turned to look at him. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"I think I mentioned that before," Viggo said, pulling up in front of his favorite restaurant, near China Town. He turned to look at his passenger with a small frown. "Your working name, I suppose, since that's who I'm photographing. Its not really you..." Viggo trailed off, new ideas forming and then shook his head. "Any requests?" He gestured toward the restaurant.
"I thought you were shitting me. A lot of guys say they have never picked up a working boy, or girl, before... think it sounds better." He looked into Viggo's eyes for a moment before saying, "Jordan. You can call me Jordan." Turning his gaze to the restaurant, he took a deep breath and almost moaned at the wonderful smells. "Will it be coming out of what I make?"
"That's not your name," Viggo said, his mouth crinkling upward into an instant smile, "but Jordan, as you like. And I can afford to be generous and pay for the food myself."
Before he realized it, Elijah's smile answered Viggo's- big happy, real and not his working smile at all. "Broccoli beef, fried rice, satay chicken and" --he fell silent for a moment, watching Viggo's expression-- "two or three egg rolls?"
"Uh huh," Viggo said and then his smile widened. "Guess I'll have some extra time for setting up the studio." He slid out and went inside, ordering everything for "Jordan,'' as well as several entries for himself. The proprietor thought him mad, but got his order out quickly- a special for his long time customer. Viggo left with two large plastic bags and climbed back in the truck, setting the food near 'Jordan's' expensive shoes. "We're just a few blocks away from my studio."
Elijah moaned at the smells from the bag, his stomach rumbling very loudly, but he forgot to be embarrassed. A long time had passed since he had anticipated a meal this good. "That's cool. So, what do you do at this studio? Apart from take pictures."
"Paint, write poetry and record a few songs now and then," Viggo said, pulling out into the street and driving toward home, a bit quicker now that he was on more familiar ground. They pulled up in front of a small, plain looking building, and Viggo climbed out. "Home, sweet studio."
Elijah followed him out, looking around curiously and making sure to bring the food with him. "So, are you like any good at painting, writing and music? Like professional?"
"I don't know that I'm any good," Viggo said with his causal modesty, "but I am a professional. It's hard to make a living doing art, so I supplement with advertising and commissions." He led Elijah into a small front hall, the walls covered with framed photographs of people and places. They walked on through to a small kitchen, where Viggo grabbed a couple of plates, some spoons and some napkins. "Chopsticks or a fork?" he asked, holding them up. "And do you want anything to drink?"
"Um, whatever you're using." Elijah lingered in the hall, looking at the pictures with a small frown. "Some of these are really good. Are they your work? And yes, please, Coke, if you've got it." He finally made it into the kitchen.
Grabbing two sodas out of the small fridge, Viggo carried them and the chopsticks over to the table. He sat down and offered one set and a soda to 'Jordan.' "Yes, those are some I took for myself." Looking over his guest, he said, "I really intend only to photograph you." He opened his walnut prawns and helped himself to a large portion.
Elijah served himself some of his food and started to eat with table manners that would make any parent proud, nodding slowly. "I believe that you want to photograph me. It's the only I'm not sure about, Viggo." He gave the man a quiet, charming grin, his tone teasing.
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Wymsie *covers her with kisses*
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: An artist and photographer strikes up an unlikely partnership with a prostitute.
Author's Notes: A new series from Wushu and myself with a lovely beta by the dear Wymsie. This storyis finished, I am just not sure how many parts its going to end up being! This story was inspired by a line in one of Curthose's lovely Viggo/Elijah fictions. I would tell you which line, but that would give away a lot of plot, so I'm holding out on everyone. This is definitely an AU with large liberties taken with both men. Please forgive us our trespasses. I hope you enjoy!
Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Though our paths may sever,
To life's last faint ember,
Will you remember?
The lamplights glittered too brightly over musty and littered sidewalks, shining on the men in tight outfits primping, posing and gesturing beneath them. Viggo slowed down his truck, looking over them with a critical eye. His insides twisted slowly into nervous knots of larger and larger proportions. At first, when the idea of photographing a prostitute entered his mind, he dismissed it out of hand. Yet, the idea took root and grew until it occupied his mind constantly. So, here he was, on the wrong side of town, looking over the male skin market.
Elijah watched the car cruising the strip, a little faster than normal, but something pushed him forward. He stepped away from his fellow working boys and did his best to catch the guy's eye as he slowed. Taking a few more steps toward the car, Elijah stopped directly under a street light, tilting his head upwards to cast as much light upon his face as possible, emphasizing his most important feature- his eyes..
Viggo noticed the young man immediately. He would make the most religious person rock on their foundation with the impudent tilt of his head and blatantly sexual pose. Seduction rolled off of him in waves. Viggo still might have been able to resist the siren call, but for the captivating angelic eyes that reflected the light of the street lamps. He stopped the truck near the curb and rolled down his window.
As Elijah walked to the car, he used every movement to make a promise of guaranteed pleasure. He let his jacket fall off one shoulder, exposing a hint of his firm body. Pale skin gleamed under the black mesh top he wore, and his hipster jeans hung low, a gap showing off an inch wide strip of flat belly. Elijah arrived at the truck, leaning in the window. "Looking for some company?" he asked, voice pitched low and deliberately a little soft, so the john would have to lean closer. Anything to get them closer to see his eyes- big and blue.
Viggo leaned forward to hear the words that sounded obscene coming from such a perfect mouth. He cleared his throat, hoping his nervousness would not show.
"I'm looking for someone to pose for some photographs," Viggo said, glad his voice came out firm and strong. "Nothing lewd, but I will pay you for your time."
Elijah suppressed the laugh that came to his lips at the john's words. "You want me to... pose for you? And it's nothing... lewd." He rolled the word around his mouth and tongue, making it sound truly dirty, his expression skeptical. He eyed the man, looking over him approvingly. His tongue snuck out, licking his lips slightly as he decided bedding this guy would be no chore.
Viggo's eyes glimmered as they watched the tongue flick. "Yes," he said, forcing his voice to be firm. "Like I said, I want to photograph you. I- I don't know what you make a night, but I'm willing to be generous." He knew he was setting himself up, but he did not mind in this case. Already, he saw the pictures this man would take- those eyes gleaming with knowledge and belying his angelic face.
"Uh huh." Elijah's voice almost dripped with disbelief before he shook his head slightly and went into his normal pricing pitch. "Ten dollars for a hand job, twenty for a blow job and fifty for a fuck, vanilla. You wanna get kinky, it's double, but no pain and messed up shit." He did not really think it would be a problem with this guy, but he had been wrong before. "And if you want me to stay longer than it takes for the main event" --he considered the state of the car and the guy's watch and clothing-- "it's thirty an hour."
Viggo nearly chuckled with relief, imagining getting a professional model for thirty dollars an hour. If he wanted to be laughed at, cursed, hit with a heavy, blunt object or mangled to death by a carrot stick on legs, he might try offering such a paltry amount. "Thirty dollars an hour sounds reasonable," he said with a nod. "Hop in." He unlocked the other door and waited for his new model to climb in before driving off. "My name's Viggo, by the way. You eaten anything tonight?"
Elijah settled back into the car, sighing in pleasure at being off his feet. He had been working for a few hours now, and his shoes were not exactly orthopedic recommended. "Nice to meet you, Viggo." Elijah made sure to remember the name; johns liked it when you remembered. He frowned at the question. "Why?"
"Courtesy," Viggo said with a slight shrug. "Thought I would grab some Chinese before we went back to the studio." He drove on, noticing for the first time the scent that wafted off his passenger like a wave- sex, musk and desperation. "Am I allowed to know your name?"
Elijah glanced at Viggo, watching him closely as he answered, "Well I could give you the 'what do you want my name to be' game, but somehow I don't think you'd enjoy it." He smiled suddenly, hoping the john could not hear the rumbling of his stomach at the mention of Chinese, and turned to look at him. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"I think I mentioned that before," Viggo said, pulling up in front of his favorite restaurant, near China Town. He turned to look at his passenger with a small frown. "Your working name, I suppose, since that's who I'm photographing. Its not really you..." Viggo trailed off, new ideas forming and then shook his head. "Any requests?" He gestured toward the restaurant.
"I thought you were shitting me. A lot of guys say they have never picked up a working boy, or girl, before... think it sounds better." He looked into Viggo's eyes for a moment before saying, "Jordan. You can call me Jordan." Turning his gaze to the restaurant, he took a deep breath and almost moaned at the wonderful smells. "Will it be coming out of what I make?"
"That's not your name," Viggo said, his mouth crinkling upward into an instant smile, "but Jordan, as you like. And I can afford to be generous and pay for the food myself."
Before he realized it, Elijah's smile answered Viggo's- big happy, real and not his working smile at all. "Broccoli beef, fried rice, satay chicken and" --he fell silent for a moment, watching Viggo's expression-- "two or three egg rolls?"
"Uh huh," Viggo said and then his smile widened. "Guess I'll have some extra time for setting up the studio." He slid out and went inside, ordering everything for "Jordan,'' as well as several entries for himself. The proprietor thought him mad, but got his order out quickly- a special for his long time customer. Viggo left with two large plastic bags and climbed back in the truck, setting the food near 'Jordan's' expensive shoes. "We're just a few blocks away from my studio."
Elijah moaned at the smells from the bag, his stomach rumbling very loudly, but he forgot to be embarrassed. A long time had passed since he had anticipated a meal this good. "That's cool. So, what do you do at this studio? Apart from take pictures."
"Paint, write poetry and record a few songs now and then," Viggo said, pulling out into the street and driving toward home, a bit quicker now that he was on more familiar ground. They pulled up in front of a small, plain looking building, and Viggo climbed out. "Home, sweet studio."
Elijah followed him out, looking around curiously and making sure to bring the food with him. "So, are you like any good at painting, writing and music? Like professional?"
"I don't know that I'm any good," Viggo said with his causal modesty, "but I am a professional. It's hard to make a living doing art, so I supplement with advertising and commissions." He led Elijah into a small front hall, the walls covered with framed photographs of people and places. They walked on through to a small kitchen, where Viggo grabbed a couple of plates, some spoons and some napkins. "Chopsticks or a fork?" he asked, holding them up. "And do you want anything to drink?"
"Um, whatever you're using." Elijah lingered in the hall, looking at the pictures with a small frown. "Some of these are really good. Are they your work? And yes, please, Coke, if you've got it." He finally made it into the kitchen.
Grabbing two sodas out of the small fridge, Viggo carried them and the chopsticks over to the table. He sat down and offered one set and a soda to 'Jordan.' "Yes, those are some I took for myself." Looking over his guest, he said, "I really intend only to photograph you." He opened his walnut prawns and helped himself to a large portion.
Elijah served himself some of his food and started to eat with table manners that would make any parent proud, nodding slowly. "I believe that you want to photograph me. It's the only I'm not sure about, Viggo." He gave the man a quiet, charming grin, his tone teasing.
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Good start indeed.
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More you want and more you shall have soon!
Saklani
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What a great image! I am looking forward to the rest!
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Indeed, you have actually read more than I posted, but we're really going over this with a fine tooth beta this time! I really hope you like the Bunrog your story spawned in me!
Saklani
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If it was acceptable for me to jump out of my chair and crawl on the table and squee and dance with wild abandon I would. However, I'm in the Law Library and that sort of behavior is frowned upon. But trust me, I am jumping and squeeing on the inside!
I love your usual Viggo/Elijah fics, but a whole series to look forward to? I am so excited. And what a way to start it off, I am absolutely charmed by the two of them already.
*Holds breath till you post more*
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Thanks for the FB!
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We shall have more out soon!
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I am glad you are enjoying this so far! I shall endeavor to have more up soon! Thank you for the FB!
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I see there is another chapter already posted, so I am off to read that as well. Nice job. I really loved your characterizations of these two- very realistic.
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