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NEW: Kitten Training (LOTRps:Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
The Mundanes – Kitten Training
Series: The Mundanes
Title: Kitten Training
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 were right?
Summary: Well Viggo meant to spoil Gremlin
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.
Viggo peered in the door and then ambled in, arms stuffed full of things- all of them for Gremlin. “Elijah, are you here?”
“We’re in the studio love...” They where, Elijah and Cat where walking around on one of Viggo’s largest canvases, leaving trails of foot prints, and it was obvious they had been doing this for a while from the different colours. Elijah had carefully put tarps down and had all the things needed to clean both of them beside the canvas. It was the left over edible paint from Valentines Day.
Setting down all of the bundles, Viggo peered into his studio. He laughed softly at the site of Elijah and Gremlin painting together. “You two appear to be having fun. I got Gremlin some more things to have fun with. Shall I join you for awhile before we check them out?”
“Come and play with us lover!!” Elijah giggled as Gremlin climbed up him suddenly, leaving green and blue paw prints all over his legs.
One boot and then the other got discarded, and two feet hopped in paint. Viggo began to skip across the canvas, leaving his own mark. He caught Elijah in his arms and twilred him around, kissing him passionately. “Shall we dance?”
Elijah giggled and twirled with Viggo, letting Gremlin walk between the leaving paw prints all over their arms and shoulder’s, “I think we have been marked Viggy!!” Elijah laughed and clung to Viggo as he was swooped around.
“More paint!” Viggo lifted Elijah and dunked his feet in the paint. He then dunked Gremlin gently in the paint, before jumping in himself. Gremlin mewled and then bounced across the canvas. Viggo swung him around the canvas as well.
Elijah laughed more, clinging to Viggo to keep from falling over onto their masterpiece. “I love this!!!” he called it out loudly to the ceiling.
“And you thought you were no good at art. What a lovely idea this is! Even gremlin agrees!” The kitten appeared to be very determinedly making little paw streaks in one corner. “She’s signing it for us.”
Elijah giggled, “She started it... I had all the tubs out... seeing how much we still had... and next thing I knew she’d jumped on the one with the openish lid and was putting paw prints up and down my arm... so... I decided we’d play.” he giggled more and kissed Viggo.
“I knew I picked a smart one,” Viggo said with a laugh. He set Elijah back down and headed for his stereo. “Let me just turn on some tunes.” In a second, a Spanish tango filled the air. “Shall we dance?”
“I don’t know how to tango Vig.” Elijah looked up at him frowning thoughtfully, “Can you show me?”
“Of course, my love. That’s why I turned on the music in the first place.” He gently pulled Elijah to him and then began to move to the music slowly. “Just follow my lead- easy does it.”
Elijah nodded slight a little unsure about his movements, but eventually he closed his eyes and just followed Viggo’s lead, finding it much easier to do so when he couldn’t see or feel anything except Viggo.
Viggo dipped Elijah, nearly brushing his hair into the paint. He swung him back up, grabbing his leg and liftiing it up to straddle his hip. The move pulled them groin to groin.
Elijah moved easily against Viggo, his leg muscles tightening, gripping at Viggo’s hip even as his head fell back and he moaned deeply. “Fuck yes!” He didn’t try and lift his head, leaving the pale throat bare to Viggo’s gaze as they ground together more.
Viggo laughed, a rich, throaty sound and then dipped Elijah again, before letting his leg go and swinging them both up. He began to move them with the music again, hips now pressed close and rhythmatic in their swaying.
Elijah’s sighs of pleasure where loud and uninhibited as they moved together in a way that seemed much more like sex than like dancing. “It’s sex... standing up.”
“With clothes on.” Viggo lifted Elijah’s head to his mouth and kissed his lips sensually, never slowing down his movements. “I knew you would be a natural at this.”
Laughing into their kisses Elijah started an extra little wriggle to their movements, rocked their bodies together. “I think...” he panted a little, “I could get addicted to this.”
“If we keep this up for much longer, I won’t get to show you Gremlin’s new toys.” Viggo rubbed against Elijah calculatedly, his body hard against his lover’s. “Or we could really make this a work of art. Full body paint.”
‘We could tell them the white patches are vanilla!” Elijah giggled before kissing Viggo hard, and then added as Viggo’s rubbing amped up, “Vig! If... if you keep... that up I’m not gonna...”
“You’re not gonna...” Viggo twirled Elijah out and then pulled him back up hard again. “Shall we stop for now then? Hmm.” His hips continued their lazy,thrusting beat with the music. “Gremlin may be scarred for life if we don’t.”
“Be able to... control myself...” Elijah growled into Viggo’s ear and then bit it, just a little sharply, to express his seriousness. “Bad man.” Throwing his head back again Elijah moaned as they ground together, his face flushing more, pupils dilated with desire, “If... you stop... I’ma kill... you.”
“Remind me never to take you out dancing,” Viggo growled deep in his throat, sliding his hand down to rest on Elijah’s ass to guide him even more. “Do you want me to make us both cum this way, dancing and grinding?”
“Not dancing... dressed sex... dressed stand-up sex...” Elijah slanted his mouth across Viggo’s, no more words where coming and he wanted, wanted and needed to kiss Viggo badly. He could feel the heat pooling deep in his belly and knew he was on the very edge of his control. A part of him didn’t really want to cum in his pants, but that small protest was drowned out by the rest of him, by his need.
Viggo managed to keep his mouth and Elijah’s laocked, even while he kept moving. He felt Elijah’s need- how close he was to losing the last vestige of his control. Tongues entwined, he lifted Elijah’s leg again, pulling them as close as physically possible with clothes still on. The dance music sped up a bit more, and Viggo kept them moving, hips powerfully thrusting and churning.
Elijah’s wail was lost in Viggo’s mouth and the driving rhythm of the music, but his convulsive movements made it quite clear what had happened. He clung tightly to his lover as he writhed out the pleasure of his orgasm.
In response, Viggo’s body jerked and rode out his own orgasm, though he managed not to lose the music. His head fell backward in pleasure, not caring about anything but the pleasure and Elijah.
Elijah’s mouth drifted down to lick and nibble at Viggo’s neck as he panted, amazed they had managed to keep standing.
“You’re lovely,” Viggo said softly. “You made me cream my pants just by dancing with me. I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager and then I found you. Now look at me.” Viggo slid his hands up to cradle Elijah’s back and head.
Elijah laughed, although he was blushing just a little, “I’ve never done it... except with you...” he kept his face nuzzled into Viggo’s neck, “No one else has ever gotten under my control that way.”
Viggo threaded his fingers threw Elijah’s soft hair. “I’m glad I’m the first one who did, my Elijah.” He kissed his forehead. “Shall we wash off Gremlin’s paws and then shower?”
“I think that’s a good idea... but we need to clean her up first, or we’re going to have kitten prints all over the house.” Resting against his lover Elijah breathed deeply of Viggo’s scent.
“I’m sure she’d love the opportunity to mark the house so prominently as hers. I think that’s why she crawled over you- a firm announcement about your ownership.” Viggo slid his hands down to fondle his back and sides.
“Well then... the two of you are going to have to talk about that... cause on my ownership papers I’m fairly sure I read Viggo Mortensen, not Gremlin MW.” Elijah wriggled and squirmed a little, trying to encourage Viggo’s hand down, wanting to feel that rather possessive cupping of his ass Viggo did sometimes.
“MW?” Viggo grinned suddenly and hugged him even tighter. “We can probably work out some sort of joint ownership deal. She can rent you out for sitting on and getting petted by.”
Elijah giggled, “So... she sits on me... and I pet her... and I sit on you... and you pet me?” Elijah tightened his arms around Viggo as Viggo did him, returning the hug with true enthusiasm.
Viggo’s hands shifted farther down, taking Elijah’s ass in his large palms. “Well, I get to pet her and you get to pet me, too. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair. Come one now, let’s wash her off, so we can shower. I want to do more marking.”
Elijah moaned suddenly at the firmly possessive touch, wriggling his cheeks against Viggo’s hand, “Fuck I love that...” He whispered the words against Viggo’s neck before he bit at the salty sweet skin of Viggo’s neck.
“And I love doing it.” He ducked his head to suck at Elijah’s tongue and then devour him completely. Suddenly, he yelped and let go. Looking down, he scolded, “Gremlin, let go of my toes!”
Elijah looked down and giggled, wriggling away from Viggo sadly to scoop the kitten up, “Hello Miss Trouble...” And he carried her over to the tub of water and rags starting to clean her up. “Vig? Wanna run us a bath?” He pointed to a much larger tub of water, “You can wash your feet in there before wondering around the house though.”
After a quick, but thorough, scrubbing of his feet, Viggo kissed Elijah and Gremlin and then headed for the bath. In a moment, the sounds of running water and someone singing filled the house.
After Viggo had gone Elijah whispered into a green ear, “We love him...” And then finished cleaning the cat. Once Gremlin was done he washed his own feet and took the painting up off the floor, not wanting it to be walked on accidentally. He cleared up the studio and his feet before heading up to the bathroom, having stepped his clothes and dumped them directly into the washer.
Viggo’s clothes lay strewn all over the bathroom. His jeans hung rather decoratively over the doorknob, but his shirt adorned the mirror over the sink. The man himself relaxed in a tub full of bubbles, one of his colored feet resting on the tap. “Come here and sit on my lap, little boy.”
Elijah’s feet scuffed along the tile of the floor, his teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he glanced shyly at Viggo, “Do you grant wishes like Santa??”
“Oh, you better believe it,” Viggo purred. “Come here and I’ll prove it to you.” He gestured rather lewdly with one hand, bubbles dripping off each finger.
White teeth bit down firmly on a red and swollen lip as Elijah climbed into the bath, his moments very adolescently gangly and uncoordinated. Settling himself onto Viggo’s lap and looked up at the older man and asked, “What kind of wishes?”
“Tell me what you want, little Elijah,” Viggo growled in a low, vibrating tone. He settled so he pressed firmly against his lovely prize. His fingers tickled the length of Elijah’s chest and stomach, eventually cupping his cock.
Elijah whimpered softly, rocking his hips back and forward at the caresses, smooth ass cheeks rubbing at Viggo’s groin. “Oh...” His head fell back onto Viggo’s shoulder as his cock started to swell, as if trying to fill the hand around it. “Wanna... wanna feel.”
“You are feeling... and filling,” Viggo remarked with obvious amusement and enjoyment. “What else?” He did not move his hand, letting it rest quietly for Elijah to rub against.
Elijah whimpered at the lack of movement and his hips moved more, “Wanna... feel more please?” Turning his head Elijah’s whispers and whimpers where spoken against Viggo’s neck, “I need... need more.. please Viggo... you... you know what I need?”
“I’m a mind reader then, am I?” Viggo asked, laughing softly. He squeezed Elijah’s firmly and then stroked slowly, just the barest hint of a twist at the end of each movement. “I might know what more you want, but I think you should ask for it.”
“Butbutubut!!” Elijah took a deep breath and whimpered again before trying to answer, “But you know.” Elijah moaned and bit Viggo’s ear, “You know what I need... you always know...”
“You need me deep inside your tight little ass.” Viggo played with Elija’hs ball, rolling them nimbly between his fingers. “I love the feeling of being buried in your sweet body. And there is plenty of scented oil for me to prepare you with.”
Elijah ground down on Viggo’s cock as his words, a gasping, “ohhhh” sounding as he moaned, head resting against Viggo’s neck “yes! oh fuck yes please??”
“Now you ask.” Viggo chuckled and then turned Elijah in his arms to kiss for a few moments. He slicked oil on his fingers and then rubbed gently at the entrance to Elijah’s ass. “Spread your legs wider, my love.”
Spreading his legs eagerly Elijah pressed himself down onto the tip of Viggo’s finger, breaching his entrance just enough to have him moaning in anticipation, “Ohhhh... yessss... that’s good.”
Fingers spread apart, opening the muscles and then twisting around to bore their way deeper inside. The second hand wrapped tightly around Elijah’s cock and soon found its way from tip to stem and then to the perineum and back. A busy mouth made track marks down Elijah’s neck and shoulders.
Elijah’s sounds echoed against the hard surface of the tiled bathroom, magnifying them until all Elijah could hear was his own sounds of pleasure, and all he could feel was that same pleasure. “ohohoh... pleaseplease... Viggo... please? Please fuck me?? Fuck me please?? Fuck your little boy?”
“Oh, I will,” Viggo promised, “but not until you’re nice and ready for me. You’re so beautiful.” He twisted his hand even deeper, fingers nearly reaching their first goal. When they found the little gland, both fingertips teased and rubbed the tender area.
Elijah wanted to scream, but his throat closed over on the sound and it escaped only as a whimpered moan of need and want. He pressed backward before rocking his hips forward and then back again, this time his moan of pleasure clear to be heard. “YESSS.”
Viggo chuckled very softly and removed his fingers. Somewhat sloppily underwater, he did his best to make himself ready. “All right, little Elijah, its time.”
Elijah leant forward to make Viggo’s job a little easier, gripping the edge of the bath, wriggling his ass at Viggo for a moment before whispering, “Yes... time... please? Need you so bad, so bad it hurts.”
“Might hurt a little more in a moment.” Viggo grasped Elijah’s hips and eased himself into position. “Ready or not, here I come.” He meant the words, for he gave no quarter, piercing Elijah in one, smooth motion.
Elijah’s moan was more animal than human as he thrust his hips back with an enthusiasm that couldn’t be faked. “No... I... I’m gonna... sooon... soon so fucking good.” He whimpered and rotated his hips back, trying to get Viggo into him deeper faster. “Please!!”
“You are even more delightful than I imagined. So perfect around me, like a vice tightening.” He drew Elijah to rest in his lap, sinking back into the water. “Work yourself on me, Elijah. Fuck yourself on me.”
Elijah whimpered in the back of his throat before he slowly started lifting up and off Viggo’s lap, and cock, before pushing back down firmly, sending a wave of water to hit the side of the tub.
“Glad it’s not very high,” Viggo muttered, watching the water cascade around them. “More, my lovely boy. Show me more.”
Elijah started moving faster, thrusting himself back and forward wantonly, moaning and arching his back, taking all of Viggo with ever thrust. His moans and groans grew in volume and he gripped at the side of the tub to keep his balance. The water sloshed more and more with his movements and he whispered softly obscene things, trying to tell Viggo how good it felt.
Unable to help himself, Viggo began to thrust up a bit to meet his Elijah. His own hands made red impressions on thin hips. As Elijah grew louder, he lifted his own voice to echo the words, though in Spanish, Danish and other languages that made him sound more like an obscene interpreter.
Although Elijah only knew a few of the words, the tone and Viggo’s movement gave him away as he thrust back against Viggo widely, calling out over and over, never wanting this feeling, the welling pleasure to ever end.
Smiling and gasping in the same moment, Viggo felt the sensations begin to pool and centre in his stomach, a sure sign of his near climax. Wanting to bring Elijah to the same brink, he managed to find his cock and stroke, though his hand lacked its usual precision and skill. The stroked altered wildly, as out of control as he felt.
It was too much and Elijah’s scream of pleasure gave Viggo a scant second’s warning before Elijah was spilling over Viggo’s hand, his ass gripping down and milking the cock deep within it. “YESYESYESYES!!!!! VIGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Elijah’s cries echoed around the room as he continued to shudder in pleasure.
The noises Viggo made resonated deep within his throat, as he filled Elijah with everything inside him. Resting his head on Elijah’s shoulder, he sighed a few times deeply. “I love you.”
From the doorway, a little squeak sounded and the skittering of little paws along the tile floor. The squeak repeated from just beneath the bathtub and then Gremlin landed on the edge,
Elijah laughed a little as he slumped back against Viggo, panting hard, “We have a visitor... gods I’m glad she didn’t come in a minuet ago.” Elijah splashed the edge of the bath, washing away the evidence of his climax, not wanting the kitten to... well...
Viggo laughed and hugged Elijah gently. “Someone wanted to know what we’re up to. Shall we shoo her out?”
Gremlin batted at the water and stared at her paw for a moment. She squeaked at them accusingly and shook the water off, before, with nary a sound, she toppled right off the side into the foam.
Elijah’s eyes opened wide and his hands shot out, grabbing the little kitten out of the water, she was drenched. He quickly gathered her to his chest and looked at her, “Poor love, you’re all wet!”
Snuggling to Elijah’s chest, Gremlin looked at him with big eyes. Wet fur lay plastered all over her body, a few bubbles strewn here and there. For a moment, she rested quietly and then with an extra loud squeak, she hopped out of Elijah’s arms and paddled happily through the water toward the other side.
“Gremlin!!! What are you doing!!!” and Elijah went to sweep her out of the water again, “You’re a cat!” And taking her out of the water again he lifted her to his eye line, “You’re gonna freeze yourself baby.”
“In this water?” Viggo asked, his voice deep with amusement. He reached out to scratch behind her ears. She purred happily and her paws wiggled almost lazily in the air. “I think I found a cat who has no idea she’s a cat.”
“She wet... soaked to the skin... and she’s purring... Vig? How did you find this cat... who’s really a dog?” Elijah sounded both baffled and amused.
She doesn’t think she’s a dog.” Viggo sounded vaguely offended on her behalf. “I think she’s just an unusual individual, like we are.” He sloppily kissed the back of Elijah’s neck. “We need to clean and then get out.”
Elijah sleighed and very reluctantly lifted up and off Viggo, not realising until he looked down at the kitten on his chest that he had covered her eyes while he was doing so. “She’s... she’s a strange cat.”
“You covered her eyes,” Viggo snickered, “and you call her strange.” He rubbed Gremlin’s head and then Elijah’s in the same motion. “Want to let her swim around some more while I scrub your back?”
Elijah looked rather unsure as he lowered the kitten into the bath, watching with bemusement as she started swimming around with ever sign of enjoying herself. “She’s stranger! Look!”
“She’s just a regular little swimmer. Look at that kitten paddle she’s developed.” Viggo nuzzled the crook of Elijah’s neck, watching Gremlin over the top.
Gremlin meowed proudly and paddled back toward them, her tail stuck straight up in the air.
“Kitten paddle?” Elijah laughed and flopped back against Viggo, shaking his head, “That’s bad!” and he laughed low as Gremlin battled with the waves his motion caused.
“I know,” Viggo said, laughing with him. “Still, it fits. Look at her go.”
Gremlin mewled and wiggled up on the side of the bathtub. She wiggled her rear end and then jumped back in with a little splash.
“Oh my god!! Now she’s diving in!!” Elijah twisted to look at Viggo, “We’re never going to be able to have a bath alone again.”
Viggo’s entire face turned red as he stifled the laughter trying to escape in gales. The site of Gremlin chasing their bar of soap around did not help his efforts. He jiggled both himself and Elijah as his chest heaved in little jerks.
“Viggo!! This... this is hardly a laughing matter!!” however soon Elijah was seeing the funny side and his own giggles started.
Letting go as soon as Elijah did, the bathroom soon echoed with their joined laughter. Every time Viggo thought he might get under control, Gremlin proceeded to do something else ridiculous and cute, sending him right off again. Finally, when he thought his sides were ready to collapse from the strain, he managed to catch his breath. “Maybe we should get her a paddling pool.”
Elijah shook his head, still giggling and stood up, smiling down at the kitten, “I wonder if she likes showers too?” Elijah reached out and picked her up, “hey Miss Princess? Do you like warm rain?”
Gremlin shook herself, splattering a little shower of her own everywhere. Viggo stood up behind Elijah and kissed his shoulder. “Are we bringing her with us?”
Elijah turned so Gremlin was between them, pressed between their chests, “I don’t know... I think I’d rather she not like the shower to be honest... there has to be somewhere we can get away from her.”
“That’s true. Let’s dry the furball off so we can have a peaceful shower. Perhaps we need to train her when she is not allowed to come in.”
Elijah snorted, “More likely she’ll train us to accept her behaviour.”
“I guess that means no children for us... I mean, if we can’t even discipline a kitten.” He cooed at her once and then headed over for a towel. Picking a small one off the rack, he took Gremlin from Elijah and began to dry and fluff her hair. From inside the towel emerged a head which began to squeak piteously.
Elijah shook his head, commenting to Gremlin, “You’re lucky we don’t take a hair drier to you sweets... you’re too little to be wet and cold, you’re body temperature will drop too much.” And he started helping Viggo dry her.
“You are a worrier,” Viggo said with a grin. He vigorously rubbed her rear end and back paws. Eventually, he deemed her dry enough and set her down on the ground. She squeaked indignantly and stalked for the door, obviously trying to preserve her pride.
“Just cause I don’t want anything to happen to her... that’s not being a worrier, that’s being a good father,” he nodded firmly before heading himself for the shower stall, “I think we need to get clean.”
Viggo followed close behind, almost running over his lover. “Clean, yes...”
Elijah laughed before turning on the water and stepping into it, letting it wash away the last evidence of their love making.
“Seriously, we need to give Gremlin a bit of training. I bought her a scratching post and some toys today. We should set her up an area just for her things.” Viggo picked up the soap and began to rub it over Elijah’s back. “I bet we could teach her to fetch and stuff.”
“You wanna train a cat to fetch?” Elijah leant into the caressing hands and sighed blissfully, “Oh... that’s nice.” Closing his eyes he let Viggo clean him for a few moments before he took up the job of washing Viggo in return. “I don’t doubt she’s smart enough.”
Viggo stretched contentedly under Elijah’s hands and enjoyed the warm spray on his back. “She may not be willing, though. Still, I think she needs training to at least not claw my chair and steal your socks.”
“Or to claw other... more delicate things.” Side Elijah remembering several mornings he’d woken up with Gremlin heading for his morning hardon, claws out.
“Well, it’s a nice, stiff pole... what else is it for than clawing?” Viggo laughed. He dumped shampoo over Elijah’s head and began to massage it into the hair.
“To stretch open Viggo’s ass and massage his prostate?” Elijah’s suggestion was offered in his most innocent voice.
Viggo snorted and tugged on Elijah’s forelock. “Doesn’t do much of that, really.” He pushed Elijah’s head under the faucet and washed out all the soap, before reaching for the conditioner. “Why do all talks with you lead back to your gonads, anyway?”
“Are you saying that I don’t fuck you enough Viggo?” Elijah’s question was very serious suddenly.
“Not proportionally to the amount I tend to fuck you,” Viggo said with a pronounced sigh in his voice. “It’s not a complaint, it’s just an observation.” He carefully made sure each particle of Elijah’s hair got enough conditioner.
Elijah stoped Viggo’s hands and tilted his head up so he could look deeply into Viggo’s eyes, “Love? Is.... is this an issue? I do like making love to you, a lot... a whole fucking lot.” he blushed a little, “I... I love it either way with us... I wouldn’t mind taking you more... if you’d like that?” He looked both aroused and bashful at the same time.
Viggo kissed his small mouth with a little flick of tongue at the end. “Did I not just assure you it was an observation and not a complaint. Anyone who complained about the love life we share would be out of his head... and such I may be, but not in this. Now hush and let me finish your hair. I am looking forward to having my own hair washed.”
Elijah didn’t let got of Viggo’s hands right away, but kissed him first, once more, and then let his hands drop away to caress Viggo’s chest and shoulders, slick with soap.
A hiss of breath escaped Viggo as Elijah rubbed over his nipples. He fought the urge to brush away the hands, his groin aching sweetly at the touch. “Put your head back under the spray.”
Closing his eyes, hands gripping at Viggo’s shoulder to keep his balance, Elijah leant back until his head was under the warm spray of the showerhead. “Yes sir!”
Viggo made sure no soap got into Elijah’s eyes as he carefully washed out all the soap. “My turn,” he declared happily. “Shall I sit down so you can reach?” He always teased gently before sitting down on one of the shower benches so Elijah could wash his hair. This constituted Viggo’s favourite part of a shower.
Elijah teasingly stuck his tongue out at Viggo before steeping closer, cupped palm full of shampoo. His small, but strong hand started massaging it into a lather all over Viggo’s head, massaging and caressing Viggo’s scalp, wanting to relax his lover.
If Viggo could purr, he would have, like a big tom. Instead he just sighed deeply and leaned into the gentle hands. He resisted the urge to rub against them with difficulty. After all, Elijah knew what he was doing... and how!
Elijah kept the massage up long after there was enough lather to clean Viggo’s hair, knowing how much his lover adored the sensation. “You’re like another cat... I think you’d purr if you could love.” Elijah brushed a kiss to Viggo’s lips, but his hands never stoped moving, going down Viggo’s neck, massaging strongly.
“Mmmm, well you do have the sweetest pair if hands, my Elijah. They can certainly make me feel at ease and happy.” He reached up and let his own fingers trail lazily over Elijah’s chest and stomach.
Elijah shivered, dancing a little away from Viggo’s hands, “Ahah! No touchy! Not while I’m doing this...” Instead of getting Viggo to stand Elijah unhooked the removable shower head and with the soft instruction, “Close your eyes love...” he started rinsing the suds out.
A small pout at having to stop touching pushed out the bottom of Viggo’s lips. “I like touchy.” He shut his eyes and mouth tightly as the soap flowed over his face and neck.
Elijah made sure to keep the soap out of Viggo’s face, rinsing it away thoroughly. “I do too... but it’s a bit... too much just yet. Nerves haven’t dialled down from overly-overly sensitive.”
“You’re always sensitive,” Viggo said when he emerged from the spray. “I love how sensitive you are to my touch.” He pulled him down for another kiss, wrapping his long arm around Elijah’s neck so they could kiss over his shoulder.
Elijah returned the kiss with loving eagerness, nibbling at Viggo’s lips with great affection, “I love you so.”
“Lucky me.” Viggo found a way to turn in the embrace and kiss him deeply. He stood and pulled Elijah closer, rubbing between his thighs with one leg.
Elijah whimpered softly, leaning against Viggo and panting, face pressed into Viggo’s neck, “Vig...” and he bit lightly at Viggo’s neck, sighing as his hands stroke the wet skin of Viggo’s back.
“Should I stop?” Viggo asked gently. “Is this getting to be a bit much?” He rubbed his nose in the sweetly scented hair on Elijah’s head. “I doubt I can manage another go, but if you want...”
“You’re trying to send me into the insane house aren’t you?” Taking a deep breath Elijah instructed, “Sit back down love, I haven’t finished with your hair...” And he turned away to get the conditioner.
“All right.” Viggo sat down and tilted his head back invitingly. Shutting his eyes, he breathed deeply and slowly, allowing Elijah complete control of the washing.
Taking several breaths to control himself Elijah turned back to Viggo and started to slowly massage the conditioner into his hair, strong motions of his fingers caressing and trying to relax Viggo completely.
“Of course, it’s entirely your fault that I want to drive you insane, you know.” Viggo’s smile blossomed like a flower on a spring day. “Every time I look at you, I think- how can something so lovely be willing to settle for me? And decide I better give you a good reason.”
“I’m not settling Viggo. You are... you are amazing and you bring me more happiness that I have ever felt before.” His fingers where still massaging Viggo’s head, even though the conditioner was well distributed by now.
Soap dribbled down Viggo’s face and neck, so he could only smile inwardly at Elijah’s words. In a moment, he leaned back to rub his head against Elijah happily.
Elijah rinsed Viggo’s hair again with a whispered warning, making sure not to get it in his eyes and rinsing the stay ones away from his face. Once Viggo was conditioner free Elijah brushed a soft kiss to his lips, “You’re finished.”
“I know. I was finished the moment I saw you.” Viggo kissed him and pulled him into a deeper kiss. “Shall we go out and say hi to Gremlin?”
“I think we should...” Elijah nodded, before adding, “And I think we should check to make sure she’s dry and warm... I’m pretty sure that little kittens like that shouldn’t go swimming.” He nodded before kissing Viggo again.
Viggo laughed as he turned off the shower. “You are a worrier. Kittens and cats sometimes get all wet. She’ll be fine, but we can hold her tight and make sure she’s warm, if you want.”
Nodding Elijah kissed Viggo again before jumping out of the shower and stealing Viggo’s terry towelling robe and heading into the house to search for Gremlin.
“Elijah!” Viggo eyed Elijah’s robe and then marched after him naked. “You little thief, bring back my robe!”
Elijah grinned at Viggo, “But it smells so good!” and fled down the hall, robe flapping behind him as he ran. He spied Gremlin and scooped her up, “Hello love... are you nice and warm now?”
Growling, Viggo went into their room. He pulled on a pair of his old jeans and then followed Elijah out into the living room. “You know, you do have your own robe.” He reached over him and scratched Gremlin behind the ears.
“But it doesn’t smell of you... and ... and it’s not... well not like walking around with a permanent Viggo hug now is it?” He smiled a little bashfully at Viggo.
Viggo rumbled possessively and pulled Elijah into a hug. His hands encircled Elijah’s ass and squeezed gently. “Shall we set up Gremlin’s things?”
Elijah snuggled into Viggo’s possessive touch and sighed with bliss, “No, that means your hands aren’t on me... and right now... I own these hands!”
“You own my hands?” Viggo asked, deeply amused. He let them trail up and over Elijah’s lower back and then down over to cup his ass again. “I guess you do.”
“Well you own bits of me... in fact... if I’m being totally and utterly honest about it, you own all of me.” Elijah pressed a shy kiss to Viggo’s cheek before hiding his face in Viggo’s neck.
A deeper growl rumbled in Elijah’s ear as Viggo pulled him closer. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
Look at Viggo in surprise Elijah shook his head, “Doing what?” Elijah bit the corner of his lip, looking young and rather confused. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Elijah...” Viggo dumped the robe off Elijah’s shoulders and slid down to suck at his bellybutton happily.
Elijah’s moaned and his hands reached out for Viggo’s head, “Vig!! Viggo!! Fuck!!” Every suck and lick went directly to his libido and he could feel himself hardening again, “Fuck Viggo!!! You... you... gotta... gotta stop!”
Viggo stopped after a particularly loud slurp. He gazed up at Elijah with lust shrouded eyes. “You brought this upon yourself.” And then he went right back to attacking Elijah’s navel with a vengeance.
“But I didn’t doooooooo...” Elijah’s protest was lost under the moan sand whimpers he couldn’t hold back any longer. He was thrashing and moaning, fingers buried in Viggo’s hair, this time holding him closer, belly undulating under the sinful attack.
Lifting one hand, Viggo began to stroke Elijah’s cock as he nibbled the very edges of Elijah’s navel. He stuck his tongue into the little indent, enjoying the odd flavour. At this point, he began to lap at the whole area.
Elijah’s thrashing grew more violent until he tipped Gremlin off the couch entirely, only staying on it himself because of Viggo’s hold. His body was tired but overly sensitive and he went from pressing towards Viggo for more, and trying to pull away. Mindless little noise of need sounding frequently.
Sensing Elijah needed a swift end, Viggo began to work Elijah’s navel and cock with exactly the right touches he knew brought about an end. Hungry for the flavour, he let go of the sensitive stomach and took all of Elijah into his mouth, sucking madly.
That was it, the sensation that broke Elijah’s hold on reality and sent him plummeting into orgasm, screaming his lovers name as he gave Viggo the taste he had wanted.
Viggo swallowed everything with practiced and very satisfied ease, before leaning back to smile at Elijah. “You know how to manipulate me, but I’m not sure it doesn’t work against you in the end.”
Gremlin squeaked and stared at them with gigantic eyes.
Elijah blinked slowly, moving as if he’d been placed on slow motion, “I... I wasn’t trying to manipulate you, really I wasn’t... I just....” Elijah slowly sat up, catching sight of Gremlin, “Oh my god!!! Viggo!! She’d gonna be scared for life.”
“My dearest Elijah,” Viggo said with a soft laugh. He sat on the sofa and held Elijah to him. Reaching out with one hand, he scooped up Gremlin and asked, “Are you scarred for life?”
She mewled at him and then wiggled all her feet, trying to find purchase.
“We’re gonna go broke playing for her therapy. You’re right we should never have kids, think of the damage we could do to them!!” Elijah looked at him stricken.
“Breathe, Elijah!” Viggo commanded, his laughter just a breath behind the words. She’s a kitten, my love. She really doesn’t understand what we were up to and doesn’t care anyway. We take car eof her and love her and that’s what matters.” He kissed Gremlin’s nose and then Elijah’s. “And for your information, I am a great parent.”
“I don’t know... you’re not my parental unit.” Elijah grinned and kissed Viggo long and deeply before scratching behind Gremlin’s ears, “I love you... both,”
Gremlin wiggled more, and Viggo set her on the couch. She promptly began to knead his leg and purr like a car with engine trouble.
“Yes, if I was your parental unit, this relationship might be a bit troublesome,” Viggo muttered and then kissed him again. “Its enough trouble as it is.”
Elijah laughed before looking at Viggo and calling out in the most loving tone he could, “My Daddy!”
“Urgh. Now that’s not a turn on.” He messed Elijah’s hair and then stood up. “Come on, Gremlin, let’s go see what new toys you have!”
Gremlin hopped off and trailed after Viggo. She suddenly zipped in front of him and went skidding across the hard wood floor toward his studio.
It took the giggling Elijah a little longer to join them, but eventually he stood up and followed Viggo, “So... what did you get her Vig? And does this make her officially the most spoilt cat in the world?”
In the small room near his studio, Viggo set up the cat jungle-jim he purchased for Gremlin. Nearby, she lay on her side, holding a large stuffed dog in her paws and beating at it with her back feet. Little growls escaped her as she chewed on an ear and tugged.
“I think she might qualify soon. But I already have the most spoiled brat, so why not the most spoiled cat as well?”
Elijah mock glared at Viggo as he grabbed the tail of the dog and started a tug of war with the kitten, “You shouldn’t call yourself a spoilt brat Viggo.”
Viggo smiled sweetly at Elijah and added the pong-pong to the top of the cat jungle gym. He made it swing back and forth, nodding in satisfaction. He then went on to add the lining to the inside.
Meanwhile, Gremlin vainly tried to yank the dog away from Elijah. She tugged and pulled and growled and braced herself so hard on her paws that she fell right over when her grip on the ear failed.
Elijah giggles and let her regain her balance and determination before he started wresting Gremlin for the puppy again. He flashed Viggo a happy grin as they two of them played, “She’s soooooo cute!!’
“And if you’re not careful, she’s going to destroy her puppy just after getting him.” Viggo regarded his lover and kitten with a fond smile. He opened another package and pulled out something that squeaked. Instantly, Gremlin dropped the puppy and went on high alert. Ears pricked, tail quivering and fur fluffed, she searched for the maker of the odd sound.
Elijah put the puppy away as he tried to work out what Viggo had in his hand. There seemed to be far too many limbs on the toy and Elijah frowned in confusion, “What is that?”
Viggo wiggled the object, which squeaked some more. Gremlin seemed to quiver from head to toe, staring at his hand. He opened it and revealed an octopus with long, coloured ribbons as legs. Placing it carefully on the floor, Viggo jiggled the string, which made it bounce.
Gremlin instantly flattened herself to the floor. Her butt shot upward and wiggled, as she prepared to pounce. The moment she did, the octopus went flying in the other direction.
“It’s a happy octopus!”
Elijah’s laugh was amused as he watched Gremlin pouncing around the room, following the bouncing octopus. “She’s so silly!” he proclaimed when, watching as she finally managed to pounce fasted than Viggo could get her away, and listened to it squeaking loudly in protest to her attack.
Tugging at the string, Viggo yanked the octopus away. Gremlin ran after it, leaping high in the air as he soared the toy into the sky. She leaned high again, paws whacking at the toy.
“Want a turn?”
Elijah shook his head and just curled up in Viggo’s robe, watching with vast amusement, “I think it’s love Vig... what about you?”
“I’ve always loved you,” Viggo said and watched in amusement as Gremlin made a frantic leap for the octopus and sailed into a wall. “Maybe I ought to be more careful.”
Gremlin went streaking by Elijah in quest of the octopus and ran straight into his legs.
Elijah picked her up, lifting her close up to his face to look into her eyes, “And just what do you think you’re doing little girl??” he looked at her eye to eye, and grinned, “I’ve always loved you too baby... but I meant Gremlin and the octopus!”
“Yes, I rather think she’s in love with the octopus, too. Are you sure you don’t want to play with her?” Viggo squeaked the octopus and Gremlin scrambled away from Elijah and charged.
Elijah reached out and took the string, and the proceeded to bounce the octopus all around the room, laughing and shooting Viggo’s smiles of amusement.
“You are the silliest thing,” Viggo cooed at Gremlin as she shot passed him. He set up her new hidden litter box and matching food and water bowls. “There, I think that’s everything.”
“Yep... The mostest, spoiledest, silliest little kitty in the world...” Elijah cooed at the insanely frantically chasing cat.
Gremlin flopped and began to pant, still staring at her octopus.
“Better let her have it for now. We’ve tuckered her out.” Viggo grinned and leaned against the wall.
Elijah lay the toy down next to Gremlin and grinned as she draped herself over it, “Silly girl...” He stepped over to Viggo and leant against his lover. “You spoilt her again.”
“Me? Don’t blame me solely for this, lover mine, who did I come home to find had given the little feline full use of my studio and paint?” He pulled Elijah close and inhaled his scent happily. “We’re both just too soft-hearted.”
Elijah snuggled closer and laughed, “At least it wasn’t your paint paint... but you bed paint.” He giggled and kissed the hollow of Viggo’s throat.
“Yes, because that makes it so much better.” Viggo rested his chin on Elijah and shut his eyes. “I don’t want to shoot tomorrow.”
It was the first time he’d ever heard Viggo say that and he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to Viggo’s neck, “I know baby... but... we promised.”
“I know, I know. It’s just the idea of getting up really early and having to get into dirt and blood and makeup before sunrise. Then, I have to trudge around with Orlando, the human sexpot, until after dark.” Viggo stroked Elijah’s back and hair. “And not seeing you during all that time... I can’t bear to think that soon we will have to part to shoot.”
“Oh love...” Elijah wrapped his hands around Viggo, “I know baby... really I do. I don’t wanna be separated either, it hurts... but...” He lifted his head to look up at Viggo, “It’s also ... It’s so wonderful to ... to come home after spending a day away from you... it makes me realised just how much I care about you.”
“It’s not that parting I mean, lover, it’s when you go off with Sean, while I go with John and Orli. I don’t relish the idea of being parted for months.” Viggo settled his head in the crook of Elijah’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“When you go on nights and I’m on days... in another part of the country? I know love...” He sighed deeply, “I... I don’t know how I am going to do without you. I can’t do without you any more.
Viggo smiled as Gremlin trotted over, carrying her octopus. She climbed up on Elijah’s lap and curled up, octopus and head between her paws.
“We really are a family now. It’s funny.”
Elijah looked up at Viggo and nodded, “Dad, Papa and baby?” Laughing just a little he started petting Gremlin lightly, “It’s kinda nice.”
“Not just kinda, my Elijah,” Viggo said with a fond little twinkle. “This is what some people look for their entire lives and never find.”
Elijah looked at Viggo very thoughtfully as he continued to pet the kitten, “I feel like I’ve found something I wasn’t even aware I was looking for.” he smiled at Viggo, “Everything fits ... no loose ends.”
“Like two puzzles pieces,” Viggo said. “Well, two and a half.” He scratched Gremlin’s ears and held Elijah tenderly, content to just let the moments pass and forget, if just for a moment, that anything else existed in the world.
Series: The Mundanes
Title: Kitten Training
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 were right?
Summary: Well Viggo meant to spoil Gremlin
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.
Viggo peered in the door and then ambled in, arms stuffed full of things- all of them for Gremlin. “Elijah, are you here?”
“We’re in the studio love...” They where, Elijah and Cat where walking around on one of Viggo’s largest canvases, leaving trails of foot prints, and it was obvious they had been doing this for a while from the different colours. Elijah had carefully put tarps down and had all the things needed to clean both of them beside the canvas. It was the left over edible paint from Valentines Day.
Setting down all of the bundles, Viggo peered into his studio. He laughed softly at the site of Elijah and Gremlin painting together. “You two appear to be having fun. I got Gremlin some more things to have fun with. Shall I join you for awhile before we check them out?”
“Come and play with us lover!!” Elijah giggled as Gremlin climbed up him suddenly, leaving green and blue paw prints all over his legs.
One boot and then the other got discarded, and two feet hopped in paint. Viggo began to skip across the canvas, leaving his own mark. He caught Elijah in his arms and twilred him around, kissing him passionately. “Shall we dance?”
Elijah giggled and twirled with Viggo, letting Gremlin walk between the leaving paw prints all over their arms and shoulder’s, “I think we have been marked Viggy!!” Elijah laughed and clung to Viggo as he was swooped around.
“More paint!” Viggo lifted Elijah and dunked his feet in the paint. He then dunked Gremlin gently in the paint, before jumping in himself. Gremlin mewled and then bounced across the canvas. Viggo swung him around the canvas as well.
Elijah laughed more, clinging to Viggo to keep from falling over onto their masterpiece. “I love this!!!” he called it out loudly to the ceiling.
“And you thought you were no good at art. What a lovely idea this is! Even gremlin agrees!” The kitten appeared to be very determinedly making little paw streaks in one corner. “She’s signing it for us.”
Elijah giggled, “She started it... I had all the tubs out... seeing how much we still had... and next thing I knew she’d jumped on the one with the openish lid and was putting paw prints up and down my arm... so... I decided we’d play.” he giggled more and kissed Viggo.
“I knew I picked a smart one,” Viggo said with a laugh. He set Elijah back down and headed for his stereo. “Let me just turn on some tunes.” In a second, a Spanish tango filled the air. “Shall we dance?”
“I don’t know how to tango Vig.” Elijah looked up at him frowning thoughtfully, “Can you show me?”
“Of course, my love. That’s why I turned on the music in the first place.” He gently pulled Elijah to him and then began to move to the music slowly. “Just follow my lead- easy does it.”
Elijah nodded slight a little unsure about his movements, but eventually he closed his eyes and just followed Viggo’s lead, finding it much easier to do so when he couldn’t see or feel anything except Viggo.
Viggo dipped Elijah, nearly brushing his hair into the paint. He swung him back up, grabbing his leg and liftiing it up to straddle his hip. The move pulled them groin to groin.
Elijah moved easily against Viggo, his leg muscles tightening, gripping at Viggo’s hip even as his head fell back and he moaned deeply. “Fuck yes!” He didn’t try and lift his head, leaving the pale throat bare to Viggo’s gaze as they ground together more.
Viggo laughed, a rich, throaty sound and then dipped Elijah again, before letting his leg go and swinging them both up. He began to move them with the music again, hips now pressed close and rhythmatic in their swaying.
Elijah’s sighs of pleasure where loud and uninhibited as they moved together in a way that seemed much more like sex than like dancing. “It’s sex... standing up.”
“With clothes on.” Viggo lifted Elijah’s head to his mouth and kissed his lips sensually, never slowing down his movements. “I knew you would be a natural at this.”
Laughing into their kisses Elijah started an extra little wriggle to their movements, rocked their bodies together. “I think...” he panted a little, “I could get addicted to this.”
“If we keep this up for much longer, I won’t get to show you Gremlin’s new toys.” Viggo rubbed against Elijah calculatedly, his body hard against his lover’s. “Or we could really make this a work of art. Full body paint.”
‘We could tell them the white patches are vanilla!” Elijah giggled before kissing Viggo hard, and then added as Viggo’s rubbing amped up, “Vig! If... if you keep... that up I’m not gonna...”
“You’re not gonna...” Viggo twirled Elijah out and then pulled him back up hard again. “Shall we stop for now then? Hmm.” His hips continued their lazy,thrusting beat with the music. “Gremlin may be scarred for life if we don’t.”
“Be able to... control myself...” Elijah growled into Viggo’s ear and then bit it, just a little sharply, to express his seriousness. “Bad man.” Throwing his head back again Elijah moaned as they ground together, his face flushing more, pupils dilated with desire, “If... you stop... I’ma kill... you.”
“Remind me never to take you out dancing,” Viggo growled deep in his throat, sliding his hand down to rest on Elijah’s ass to guide him even more. “Do you want me to make us both cum this way, dancing and grinding?”
“Not dancing... dressed sex... dressed stand-up sex...” Elijah slanted his mouth across Viggo’s, no more words where coming and he wanted, wanted and needed to kiss Viggo badly. He could feel the heat pooling deep in his belly and knew he was on the very edge of his control. A part of him didn’t really want to cum in his pants, but that small protest was drowned out by the rest of him, by his need.
Viggo managed to keep his mouth and Elijah’s laocked, even while he kept moving. He felt Elijah’s need- how close he was to losing the last vestige of his control. Tongues entwined, he lifted Elijah’s leg again, pulling them as close as physically possible with clothes still on. The dance music sped up a bit more, and Viggo kept them moving, hips powerfully thrusting and churning.
Elijah’s wail was lost in Viggo’s mouth and the driving rhythm of the music, but his convulsive movements made it quite clear what had happened. He clung tightly to his lover as he writhed out the pleasure of his orgasm.
In response, Viggo’s body jerked and rode out his own orgasm, though he managed not to lose the music. His head fell backward in pleasure, not caring about anything but the pleasure and Elijah.
Elijah’s mouth drifted down to lick and nibble at Viggo’s neck as he panted, amazed they had managed to keep standing.
“You’re lovely,” Viggo said softly. “You made me cream my pants just by dancing with me. I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager and then I found you. Now look at me.” Viggo slid his hands up to cradle Elijah’s back and head.
Elijah laughed, although he was blushing just a little, “I’ve never done it... except with you...” he kept his face nuzzled into Viggo’s neck, “No one else has ever gotten under my control that way.”
Viggo threaded his fingers threw Elijah’s soft hair. “I’m glad I’m the first one who did, my Elijah.” He kissed his forehead. “Shall we wash off Gremlin’s paws and then shower?”
“I think that’s a good idea... but we need to clean her up first, or we’re going to have kitten prints all over the house.” Resting against his lover Elijah breathed deeply of Viggo’s scent.
“I’m sure she’d love the opportunity to mark the house so prominently as hers. I think that’s why she crawled over you- a firm announcement about your ownership.” Viggo slid his hands down to fondle his back and sides.
“Well then... the two of you are going to have to talk about that... cause on my ownership papers I’m fairly sure I read Viggo Mortensen, not Gremlin MW.” Elijah wriggled and squirmed a little, trying to encourage Viggo’s hand down, wanting to feel that rather possessive cupping of his ass Viggo did sometimes.
“MW?” Viggo grinned suddenly and hugged him even tighter. “We can probably work out some sort of joint ownership deal. She can rent you out for sitting on and getting petted by.”
Elijah giggled, “So... she sits on me... and I pet her... and I sit on you... and you pet me?” Elijah tightened his arms around Viggo as Viggo did him, returning the hug with true enthusiasm.
Viggo’s hands shifted farther down, taking Elijah’s ass in his large palms. “Well, I get to pet her and you get to pet me, too. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair. Come one now, let’s wash her off, so we can shower. I want to do more marking.”
Elijah moaned suddenly at the firmly possessive touch, wriggling his cheeks against Viggo’s hand, “Fuck I love that...” He whispered the words against Viggo’s neck before he bit at the salty sweet skin of Viggo’s neck.
“And I love doing it.” He ducked his head to suck at Elijah’s tongue and then devour him completely. Suddenly, he yelped and let go. Looking down, he scolded, “Gremlin, let go of my toes!”
Elijah looked down and giggled, wriggling away from Viggo sadly to scoop the kitten up, “Hello Miss Trouble...” And he carried her over to the tub of water and rags starting to clean her up. “Vig? Wanna run us a bath?” He pointed to a much larger tub of water, “You can wash your feet in there before wondering around the house though.”
After a quick, but thorough, scrubbing of his feet, Viggo kissed Elijah and Gremlin and then headed for the bath. In a moment, the sounds of running water and someone singing filled the house.
After Viggo had gone Elijah whispered into a green ear, “We love him...” And then finished cleaning the cat. Once Gremlin was done he washed his own feet and took the painting up off the floor, not wanting it to be walked on accidentally. He cleared up the studio and his feet before heading up to the bathroom, having stepped his clothes and dumped them directly into the washer.
Viggo’s clothes lay strewn all over the bathroom. His jeans hung rather decoratively over the doorknob, but his shirt adorned the mirror over the sink. The man himself relaxed in a tub full of bubbles, one of his colored feet resting on the tap. “Come here and sit on my lap, little boy.”
Elijah’s feet scuffed along the tile of the floor, his teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he glanced shyly at Viggo, “Do you grant wishes like Santa??”
“Oh, you better believe it,” Viggo purred. “Come here and I’ll prove it to you.” He gestured rather lewdly with one hand, bubbles dripping off each finger.
White teeth bit down firmly on a red and swollen lip as Elijah climbed into the bath, his moments very adolescently gangly and uncoordinated. Settling himself onto Viggo’s lap and looked up at the older man and asked, “What kind of wishes?”
“Tell me what you want, little Elijah,” Viggo growled in a low, vibrating tone. He settled so he pressed firmly against his lovely prize. His fingers tickled the length of Elijah’s chest and stomach, eventually cupping his cock.
Elijah whimpered softly, rocking his hips back and forward at the caresses, smooth ass cheeks rubbing at Viggo’s groin. “Oh...” His head fell back onto Viggo’s shoulder as his cock started to swell, as if trying to fill the hand around it. “Wanna... wanna feel.”
“You are feeling... and filling,” Viggo remarked with obvious amusement and enjoyment. “What else?” He did not move his hand, letting it rest quietly for Elijah to rub against.
Elijah whimpered at the lack of movement and his hips moved more, “Wanna... feel more please?” Turning his head Elijah’s whispers and whimpers where spoken against Viggo’s neck, “I need... need more.. please Viggo... you... you know what I need?”
“I’m a mind reader then, am I?” Viggo asked, laughing softly. He squeezed Elijah’s firmly and then stroked slowly, just the barest hint of a twist at the end of each movement. “I might know what more you want, but I think you should ask for it.”
“Butbutubut!!” Elijah took a deep breath and whimpered again before trying to answer, “But you know.” Elijah moaned and bit Viggo’s ear, “You know what I need... you always know...”
“You need me deep inside your tight little ass.” Viggo played with Elija’hs ball, rolling them nimbly between his fingers. “I love the feeling of being buried in your sweet body. And there is plenty of scented oil for me to prepare you with.”
Elijah ground down on Viggo’s cock as his words, a gasping, “ohhhh” sounding as he moaned, head resting against Viggo’s neck “yes! oh fuck yes please??”
“Now you ask.” Viggo chuckled and then turned Elijah in his arms to kiss for a few moments. He slicked oil on his fingers and then rubbed gently at the entrance to Elijah’s ass. “Spread your legs wider, my love.”
Spreading his legs eagerly Elijah pressed himself down onto the tip of Viggo’s finger, breaching his entrance just enough to have him moaning in anticipation, “Ohhhh... yessss... that’s good.”
Fingers spread apart, opening the muscles and then twisting around to bore their way deeper inside. The second hand wrapped tightly around Elijah’s cock and soon found its way from tip to stem and then to the perineum and back. A busy mouth made track marks down Elijah’s neck and shoulders.
Elijah’s sounds echoed against the hard surface of the tiled bathroom, magnifying them until all Elijah could hear was his own sounds of pleasure, and all he could feel was that same pleasure. “ohohoh... pleaseplease... Viggo... please? Please fuck me?? Fuck me please?? Fuck your little boy?”
“Oh, I will,” Viggo promised, “but not until you’re nice and ready for me. You’re so beautiful.” He twisted his hand even deeper, fingers nearly reaching their first goal. When they found the little gland, both fingertips teased and rubbed the tender area.
Elijah wanted to scream, but his throat closed over on the sound and it escaped only as a whimpered moan of need and want. He pressed backward before rocking his hips forward and then back again, this time his moan of pleasure clear to be heard. “YESSS.”
Viggo chuckled very softly and removed his fingers. Somewhat sloppily underwater, he did his best to make himself ready. “All right, little Elijah, its time.”
Elijah leant forward to make Viggo’s job a little easier, gripping the edge of the bath, wriggling his ass at Viggo for a moment before whispering, “Yes... time... please? Need you so bad, so bad it hurts.”
“Might hurt a little more in a moment.” Viggo grasped Elijah’s hips and eased himself into position. “Ready or not, here I come.” He meant the words, for he gave no quarter, piercing Elijah in one, smooth motion.
Elijah’s moan was more animal than human as he thrust his hips back with an enthusiasm that couldn’t be faked. “No... I... I’m gonna... sooon... soon so fucking good.” He whimpered and rotated his hips back, trying to get Viggo into him deeper faster. “Please!!”
“You are even more delightful than I imagined. So perfect around me, like a vice tightening.” He drew Elijah to rest in his lap, sinking back into the water. “Work yourself on me, Elijah. Fuck yourself on me.”
Elijah whimpered in the back of his throat before he slowly started lifting up and off Viggo’s lap, and cock, before pushing back down firmly, sending a wave of water to hit the side of the tub.
“Glad it’s not very high,” Viggo muttered, watching the water cascade around them. “More, my lovely boy. Show me more.”
Elijah started moving faster, thrusting himself back and forward wantonly, moaning and arching his back, taking all of Viggo with ever thrust. His moans and groans grew in volume and he gripped at the side of the tub to keep his balance. The water sloshed more and more with his movements and he whispered softly obscene things, trying to tell Viggo how good it felt.
Unable to help himself, Viggo began to thrust up a bit to meet his Elijah. His own hands made red impressions on thin hips. As Elijah grew louder, he lifted his own voice to echo the words, though in Spanish, Danish and other languages that made him sound more like an obscene interpreter.
Although Elijah only knew a few of the words, the tone and Viggo’s movement gave him away as he thrust back against Viggo widely, calling out over and over, never wanting this feeling, the welling pleasure to ever end.
Smiling and gasping in the same moment, Viggo felt the sensations begin to pool and centre in his stomach, a sure sign of his near climax. Wanting to bring Elijah to the same brink, he managed to find his cock and stroke, though his hand lacked its usual precision and skill. The stroked altered wildly, as out of control as he felt.
It was too much and Elijah’s scream of pleasure gave Viggo a scant second’s warning before Elijah was spilling over Viggo’s hand, his ass gripping down and milking the cock deep within it. “YESYESYESYES!!!!! VIGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Elijah’s cries echoed around the room as he continued to shudder in pleasure.
The noises Viggo made resonated deep within his throat, as he filled Elijah with everything inside him. Resting his head on Elijah’s shoulder, he sighed a few times deeply. “I love you.”
From the doorway, a little squeak sounded and the skittering of little paws along the tile floor. The squeak repeated from just beneath the bathtub and then Gremlin landed on the edge,
Elijah laughed a little as he slumped back against Viggo, panting hard, “We have a visitor... gods I’m glad she didn’t come in a minuet ago.” Elijah splashed the edge of the bath, washing away the evidence of his climax, not wanting the kitten to... well...
Viggo laughed and hugged Elijah gently. “Someone wanted to know what we’re up to. Shall we shoo her out?”
Gremlin batted at the water and stared at her paw for a moment. She squeaked at them accusingly and shook the water off, before, with nary a sound, she toppled right off the side into the foam.
Elijah’s eyes opened wide and his hands shot out, grabbing the little kitten out of the water, she was drenched. He quickly gathered her to his chest and looked at her, “Poor love, you’re all wet!”
Snuggling to Elijah’s chest, Gremlin looked at him with big eyes. Wet fur lay plastered all over her body, a few bubbles strewn here and there. For a moment, she rested quietly and then with an extra loud squeak, she hopped out of Elijah’s arms and paddled happily through the water toward the other side.
“Gremlin!!! What are you doing!!!” and Elijah went to sweep her out of the water again, “You’re a cat!” And taking her out of the water again he lifted her to his eye line, “You’re gonna freeze yourself baby.”
“In this water?” Viggo asked, his voice deep with amusement. He reached out to scratch behind her ears. She purred happily and her paws wiggled almost lazily in the air. “I think I found a cat who has no idea she’s a cat.”
“She wet... soaked to the skin... and she’s purring... Vig? How did you find this cat... who’s really a dog?” Elijah sounded both baffled and amused.
She doesn’t think she’s a dog.” Viggo sounded vaguely offended on her behalf. “I think she’s just an unusual individual, like we are.” He sloppily kissed the back of Elijah’s neck. “We need to clean and then get out.”
Elijah sleighed and very reluctantly lifted up and off Viggo, not realising until he looked down at the kitten on his chest that he had covered her eyes while he was doing so. “She’s... she’s a strange cat.”
“You covered her eyes,” Viggo snickered, “and you call her strange.” He rubbed Gremlin’s head and then Elijah’s in the same motion. “Want to let her swim around some more while I scrub your back?”
Elijah looked rather unsure as he lowered the kitten into the bath, watching with bemusement as she started swimming around with ever sign of enjoying herself. “She’s stranger! Look!”
“She’s just a regular little swimmer. Look at that kitten paddle she’s developed.” Viggo nuzzled the crook of Elijah’s neck, watching Gremlin over the top.
Gremlin meowed proudly and paddled back toward them, her tail stuck straight up in the air.
“Kitten paddle?” Elijah laughed and flopped back against Viggo, shaking his head, “That’s bad!” and he laughed low as Gremlin battled with the waves his motion caused.
“I know,” Viggo said, laughing with him. “Still, it fits. Look at her go.”
Gremlin mewled and wiggled up on the side of the bathtub. She wiggled her rear end and then jumped back in with a little splash.
“Oh my god!! Now she’s diving in!!” Elijah twisted to look at Viggo, “We’re never going to be able to have a bath alone again.”
Viggo’s entire face turned red as he stifled the laughter trying to escape in gales. The site of Gremlin chasing their bar of soap around did not help his efforts. He jiggled both himself and Elijah as his chest heaved in little jerks.
“Viggo!! This... this is hardly a laughing matter!!” however soon Elijah was seeing the funny side and his own giggles started.
Letting go as soon as Elijah did, the bathroom soon echoed with their joined laughter. Every time Viggo thought he might get under control, Gremlin proceeded to do something else ridiculous and cute, sending him right off again. Finally, when he thought his sides were ready to collapse from the strain, he managed to catch his breath. “Maybe we should get her a paddling pool.”
Elijah shook his head, still giggling and stood up, smiling down at the kitten, “I wonder if she likes showers too?” Elijah reached out and picked her up, “hey Miss Princess? Do you like warm rain?”
Gremlin shook herself, splattering a little shower of her own everywhere. Viggo stood up behind Elijah and kissed his shoulder. “Are we bringing her with us?”
Elijah turned so Gremlin was between them, pressed between their chests, “I don’t know... I think I’d rather she not like the shower to be honest... there has to be somewhere we can get away from her.”
“That’s true. Let’s dry the furball off so we can have a peaceful shower. Perhaps we need to train her when she is not allowed to come in.”
Elijah snorted, “More likely she’ll train us to accept her behaviour.”
“I guess that means no children for us... I mean, if we can’t even discipline a kitten.” He cooed at her once and then headed over for a towel. Picking a small one off the rack, he took Gremlin from Elijah and began to dry and fluff her hair. From inside the towel emerged a head which began to squeak piteously.
Elijah shook his head, commenting to Gremlin, “You’re lucky we don’t take a hair drier to you sweets... you’re too little to be wet and cold, you’re body temperature will drop too much.” And he started helping Viggo dry her.
“You are a worrier,” Viggo said with a grin. He vigorously rubbed her rear end and back paws. Eventually, he deemed her dry enough and set her down on the ground. She squeaked indignantly and stalked for the door, obviously trying to preserve her pride.
“Just cause I don’t want anything to happen to her... that’s not being a worrier, that’s being a good father,” he nodded firmly before heading himself for the shower stall, “I think we need to get clean.”
Viggo followed close behind, almost running over his lover. “Clean, yes...”
Elijah laughed before turning on the water and stepping into it, letting it wash away the last evidence of their love making.
“Seriously, we need to give Gremlin a bit of training. I bought her a scratching post and some toys today. We should set her up an area just for her things.” Viggo picked up the soap and began to rub it over Elijah’s back. “I bet we could teach her to fetch and stuff.”
“You wanna train a cat to fetch?” Elijah leant into the caressing hands and sighed blissfully, “Oh... that’s nice.” Closing his eyes he let Viggo clean him for a few moments before he took up the job of washing Viggo in return. “I don’t doubt she’s smart enough.”
Viggo stretched contentedly under Elijah’s hands and enjoyed the warm spray on his back. “She may not be willing, though. Still, I think she needs training to at least not claw my chair and steal your socks.”
“Or to claw other... more delicate things.” Side Elijah remembering several mornings he’d woken up with Gremlin heading for his morning hardon, claws out.
“Well, it’s a nice, stiff pole... what else is it for than clawing?” Viggo laughed. He dumped shampoo over Elijah’s head and began to massage it into the hair.
“To stretch open Viggo’s ass and massage his prostate?” Elijah’s suggestion was offered in his most innocent voice.
Viggo snorted and tugged on Elijah’s forelock. “Doesn’t do much of that, really.” He pushed Elijah’s head under the faucet and washed out all the soap, before reaching for the conditioner. “Why do all talks with you lead back to your gonads, anyway?”
“Are you saying that I don’t fuck you enough Viggo?” Elijah’s question was very serious suddenly.
“Not proportionally to the amount I tend to fuck you,” Viggo said with a pronounced sigh in his voice. “It’s not a complaint, it’s just an observation.” He carefully made sure each particle of Elijah’s hair got enough conditioner.
Elijah stoped Viggo’s hands and tilted his head up so he could look deeply into Viggo’s eyes, “Love? Is.... is this an issue? I do like making love to you, a lot... a whole fucking lot.” he blushed a little, “I... I love it either way with us... I wouldn’t mind taking you more... if you’d like that?” He looked both aroused and bashful at the same time.
Viggo kissed his small mouth with a little flick of tongue at the end. “Did I not just assure you it was an observation and not a complaint. Anyone who complained about the love life we share would be out of his head... and such I may be, but not in this. Now hush and let me finish your hair. I am looking forward to having my own hair washed.”
Elijah didn’t let got of Viggo’s hands right away, but kissed him first, once more, and then let his hands drop away to caress Viggo’s chest and shoulders, slick with soap.
A hiss of breath escaped Viggo as Elijah rubbed over his nipples. He fought the urge to brush away the hands, his groin aching sweetly at the touch. “Put your head back under the spray.”
Closing his eyes, hands gripping at Viggo’s shoulder to keep his balance, Elijah leant back until his head was under the warm spray of the showerhead. “Yes sir!”
Viggo made sure no soap got into Elijah’s eyes as he carefully washed out all the soap. “My turn,” he declared happily. “Shall I sit down so you can reach?” He always teased gently before sitting down on one of the shower benches so Elijah could wash his hair. This constituted Viggo’s favourite part of a shower.
Elijah teasingly stuck his tongue out at Viggo before steeping closer, cupped palm full of shampoo. His small, but strong hand started massaging it into a lather all over Viggo’s head, massaging and caressing Viggo’s scalp, wanting to relax his lover.
If Viggo could purr, he would have, like a big tom. Instead he just sighed deeply and leaned into the gentle hands. He resisted the urge to rub against them with difficulty. After all, Elijah knew what he was doing... and how!
Elijah kept the massage up long after there was enough lather to clean Viggo’s hair, knowing how much his lover adored the sensation. “You’re like another cat... I think you’d purr if you could love.” Elijah brushed a kiss to Viggo’s lips, but his hands never stoped moving, going down Viggo’s neck, massaging strongly.
“Mmmm, well you do have the sweetest pair if hands, my Elijah. They can certainly make me feel at ease and happy.” He reached up and let his own fingers trail lazily over Elijah’s chest and stomach.
Elijah shivered, dancing a little away from Viggo’s hands, “Ahah! No touchy! Not while I’m doing this...” Instead of getting Viggo to stand Elijah unhooked the removable shower head and with the soft instruction, “Close your eyes love...” he started rinsing the suds out.
A small pout at having to stop touching pushed out the bottom of Viggo’s lips. “I like touchy.” He shut his eyes and mouth tightly as the soap flowed over his face and neck.
Elijah made sure to keep the soap out of Viggo’s face, rinsing it away thoroughly. “I do too... but it’s a bit... too much just yet. Nerves haven’t dialled down from overly-overly sensitive.”
“You’re always sensitive,” Viggo said when he emerged from the spray. “I love how sensitive you are to my touch.” He pulled him down for another kiss, wrapping his long arm around Elijah’s neck so they could kiss over his shoulder.
Elijah returned the kiss with loving eagerness, nibbling at Viggo’s lips with great affection, “I love you so.”
“Lucky me.” Viggo found a way to turn in the embrace and kiss him deeply. He stood and pulled Elijah closer, rubbing between his thighs with one leg.
Elijah whimpered softly, leaning against Viggo and panting, face pressed into Viggo’s neck, “Vig...” and he bit lightly at Viggo’s neck, sighing as his hands stroke the wet skin of Viggo’s back.
“Should I stop?” Viggo asked gently. “Is this getting to be a bit much?” He rubbed his nose in the sweetly scented hair on Elijah’s head. “I doubt I can manage another go, but if you want...”
“You’re trying to send me into the insane house aren’t you?” Taking a deep breath Elijah instructed, “Sit back down love, I haven’t finished with your hair...” And he turned away to get the conditioner.
“All right.” Viggo sat down and tilted his head back invitingly. Shutting his eyes, he breathed deeply and slowly, allowing Elijah complete control of the washing.
Taking several breaths to control himself Elijah turned back to Viggo and started to slowly massage the conditioner into his hair, strong motions of his fingers caressing and trying to relax Viggo completely.
“Of course, it’s entirely your fault that I want to drive you insane, you know.” Viggo’s smile blossomed like a flower on a spring day. “Every time I look at you, I think- how can something so lovely be willing to settle for me? And decide I better give you a good reason.”
“I’m not settling Viggo. You are... you are amazing and you bring me more happiness that I have ever felt before.” His fingers where still massaging Viggo’s head, even though the conditioner was well distributed by now.
Soap dribbled down Viggo’s face and neck, so he could only smile inwardly at Elijah’s words. In a moment, he leaned back to rub his head against Elijah happily.
Elijah rinsed Viggo’s hair again with a whispered warning, making sure not to get it in his eyes and rinsing the stay ones away from his face. Once Viggo was conditioner free Elijah brushed a soft kiss to his lips, “You’re finished.”
“I know. I was finished the moment I saw you.” Viggo kissed him and pulled him into a deeper kiss. “Shall we go out and say hi to Gremlin?”
“I think we should...” Elijah nodded, before adding, “And I think we should check to make sure she’s dry and warm... I’m pretty sure that little kittens like that shouldn’t go swimming.” He nodded before kissing Viggo again.
Viggo laughed as he turned off the shower. “You are a worrier. Kittens and cats sometimes get all wet. She’ll be fine, but we can hold her tight and make sure she’s warm, if you want.”
Nodding Elijah kissed Viggo again before jumping out of the shower and stealing Viggo’s terry towelling robe and heading into the house to search for Gremlin.
“Elijah!” Viggo eyed Elijah’s robe and then marched after him naked. “You little thief, bring back my robe!”
Elijah grinned at Viggo, “But it smells so good!” and fled down the hall, robe flapping behind him as he ran. He spied Gremlin and scooped her up, “Hello love... are you nice and warm now?”
Growling, Viggo went into their room. He pulled on a pair of his old jeans and then followed Elijah out into the living room. “You know, you do have your own robe.” He reached over him and scratched Gremlin behind the ears.
“But it doesn’t smell of you... and ... and it’s not... well not like walking around with a permanent Viggo hug now is it?” He smiled a little bashfully at Viggo.
Viggo rumbled possessively and pulled Elijah into a hug. His hands encircled Elijah’s ass and squeezed gently. “Shall we set up Gremlin’s things?”
Elijah snuggled into Viggo’s possessive touch and sighed with bliss, “No, that means your hands aren’t on me... and right now... I own these hands!”
“You own my hands?” Viggo asked, deeply amused. He let them trail up and over Elijah’s lower back and then down over to cup his ass again. “I guess you do.”
“Well you own bits of me... in fact... if I’m being totally and utterly honest about it, you own all of me.” Elijah pressed a shy kiss to Viggo’s cheek before hiding his face in Viggo’s neck.
A deeper growl rumbled in Elijah’s ear as Viggo pulled him closer. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
Look at Viggo in surprise Elijah shook his head, “Doing what?” Elijah bit the corner of his lip, looking young and rather confused. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Elijah...” Viggo dumped the robe off Elijah’s shoulders and slid down to suck at his bellybutton happily.
Elijah’s moaned and his hands reached out for Viggo’s head, “Vig!! Viggo!! Fuck!!” Every suck and lick went directly to his libido and he could feel himself hardening again, “Fuck Viggo!!! You... you... gotta... gotta stop!”
Viggo stopped after a particularly loud slurp. He gazed up at Elijah with lust shrouded eyes. “You brought this upon yourself.” And then he went right back to attacking Elijah’s navel with a vengeance.
“But I didn’t doooooooo...” Elijah’s protest was lost under the moan sand whimpers he couldn’t hold back any longer. He was thrashing and moaning, fingers buried in Viggo’s hair, this time holding him closer, belly undulating under the sinful attack.
Lifting one hand, Viggo began to stroke Elijah’s cock as he nibbled the very edges of Elijah’s navel. He stuck his tongue into the little indent, enjoying the odd flavour. At this point, he began to lap at the whole area.
Elijah’s thrashing grew more violent until he tipped Gremlin off the couch entirely, only staying on it himself because of Viggo’s hold. His body was tired but overly sensitive and he went from pressing towards Viggo for more, and trying to pull away. Mindless little noise of need sounding frequently.
Sensing Elijah needed a swift end, Viggo began to work Elijah’s navel and cock with exactly the right touches he knew brought about an end. Hungry for the flavour, he let go of the sensitive stomach and took all of Elijah into his mouth, sucking madly.
That was it, the sensation that broke Elijah’s hold on reality and sent him plummeting into orgasm, screaming his lovers name as he gave Viggo the taste he had wanted.
Viggo swallowed everything with practiced and very satisfied ease, before leaning back to smile at Elijah. “You know how to manipulate me, but I’m not sure it doesn’t work against you in the end.”
Gremlin squeaked and stared at them with gigantic eyes.
Elijah blinked slowly, moving as if he’d been placed on slow motion, “I... I wasn’t trying to manipulate you, really I wasn’t... I just....” Elijah slowly sat up, catching sight of Gremlin, “Oh my god!!! Viggo!! She’d gonna be scared for life.”
“My dearest Elijah,” Viggo said with a soft laugh. He sat on the sofa and held Elijah to him. Reaching out with one hand, he scooped up Gremlin and asked, “Are you scarred for life?”
She mewled at him and then wiggled all her feet, trying to find purchase.
“We’re gonna go broke playing for her therapy. You’re right we should never have kids, think of the damage we could do to them!!” Elijah looked at him stricken.
“Breathe, Elijah!” Viggo commanded, his laughter just a breath behind the words. She’s a kitten, my love. She really doesn’t understand what we were up to and doesn’t care anyway. We take car eof her and love her and that’s what matters.” He kissed Gremlin’s nose and then Elijah’s. “And for your information, I am a great parent.”
“I don’t know... you’re not my parental unit.” Elijah grinned and kissed Viggo long and deeply before scratching behind Gremlin’s ears, “I love you... both,”
Gremlin wiggled more, and Viggo set her on the couch. She promptly began to knead his leg and purr like a car with engine trouble.
“Yes, if I was your parental unit, this relationship might be a bit troublesome,” Viggo muttered and then kissed him again. “Its enough trouble as it is.”
Elijah laughed before looking at Viggo and calling out in the most loving tone he could, “My Daddy!”
“Urgh. Now that’s not a turn on.” He messed Elijah’s hair and then stood up. “Come on, Gremlin, let’s go see what new toys you have!”
Gremlin hopped off and trailed after Viggo. She suddenly zipped in front of him and went skidding across the hard wood floor toward his studio.
It took the giggling Elijah a little longer to join them, but eventually he stood up and followed Viggo, “So... what did you get her Vig? And does this make her officially the most spoilt cat in the world?”
In the small room near his studio, Viggo set up the cat jungle-jim he purchased for Gremlin. Nearby, she lay on her side, holding a large stuffed dog in her paws and beating at it with her back feet. Little growls escaped her as she chewed on an ear and tugged.
“I think she might qualify soon. But I already have the most spoiled brat, so why not the most spoiled cat as well?”
Elijah mock glared at Viggo as he grabbed the tail of the dog and started a tug of war with the kitten, “You shouldn’t call yourself a spoilt brat Viggo.”
Viggo smiled sweetly at Elijah and added the pong-pong to the top of the cat jungle gym. He made it swing back and forth, nodding in satisfaction. He then went on to add the lining to the inside.
Meanwhile, Gremlin vainly tried to yank the dog away from Elijah. She tugged and pulled and growled and braced herself so hard on her paws that she fell right over when her grip on the ear failed.
Elijah giggles and let her regain her balance and determination before he started wresting Gremlin for the puppy again. He flashed Viggo a happy grin as they two of them played, “She’s soooooo cute!!’
“And if you’re not careful, she’s going to destroy her puppy just after getting him.” Viggo regarded his lover and kitten with a fond smile. He opened another package and pulled out something that squeaked. Instantly, Gremlin dropped the puppy and went on high alert. Ears pricked, tail quivering and fur fluffed, she searched for the maker of the odd sound.
Elijah put the puppy away as he tried to work out what Viggo had in his hand. There seemed to be far too many limbs on the toy and Elijah frowned in confusion, “What is that?”
Viggo wiggled the object, which squeaked some more. Gremlin seemed to quiver from head to toe, staring at his hand. He opened it and revealed an octopus with long, coloured ribbons as legs. Placing it carefully on the floor, Viggo jiggled the string, which made it bounce.
Gremlin instantly flattened herself to the floor. Her butt shot upward and wiggled, as she prepared to pounce. The moment she did, the octopus went flying in the other direction.
“It’s a happy octopus!”
Elijah’s laugh was amused as he watched Gremlin pouncing around the room, following the bouncing octopus. “She’s so silly!” he proclaimed when, watching as she finally managed to pounce fasted than Viggo could get her away, and listened to it squeaking loudly in protest to her attack.
Tugging at the string, Viggo yanked the octopus away. Gremlin ran after it, leaping high in the air as he soared the toy into the sky. She leaned high again, paws whacking at the toy.
“Want a turn?”
Elijah shook his head and just curled up in Viggo’s robe, watching with vast amusement, “I think it’s love Vig... what about you?”
“I’ve always loved you,” Viggo said and watched in amusement as Gremlin made a frantic leap for the octopus and sailed into a wall. “Maybe I ought to be more careful.”
Gremlin went streaking by Elijah in quest of the octopus and ran straight into his legs.
Elijah picked her up, lifting her close up to his face to look into her eyes, “And just what do you think you’re doing little girl??” he looked at her eye to eye, and grinned, “I’ve always loved you too baby... but I meant Gremlin and the octopus!”
“Yes, I rather think she’s in love with the octopus, too. Are you sure you don’t want to play with her?” Viggo squeaked the octopus and Gremlin scrambled away from Elijah and charged.
Elijah reached out and took the string, and the proceeded to bounce the octopus all around the room, laughing and shooting Viggo’s smiles of amusement.
“You are the silliest thing,” Viggo cooed at Gremlin as she shot passed him. He set up her new hidden litter box and matching food and water bowls. “There, I think that’s everything.”
“Yep... The mostest, spoiledest, silliest little kitty in the world...” Elijah cooed at the insanely frantically chasing cat.
Gremlin flopped and began to pant, still staring at her octopus.
“Better let her have it for now. We’ve tuckered her out.” Viggo grinned and leaned against the wall.
Elijah lay the toy down next to Gremlin and grinned as she draped herself over it, “Silly girl...” He stepped over to Viggo and leant against his lover. “You spoilt her again.”
“Me? Don’t blame me solely for this, lover mine, who did I come home to find had given the little feline full use of my studio and paint?” He pulled Elijah close and inhaled his scent happily. “We’re both just too soft-hearted.”
Elijah snuggled closer and laughed, “At least it wasn’t your paint paint... but you bed paint.” He giggled and kissed the hollow of Viggo’s throat.
“Yes, because that makes it so much better.” Viggo rested his chin on Elijah and shut his eyes. “I don’t want to shoot tomorrow.”
It was the first time he’d ever heard Viggo say that and he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to Viggo’s neck, “I know baby... but... we promised.”
“I know, I know. It’s just the idea of getting up really early and having to get into dirt and blood and makeup before sunrise. Then, I have to trudge around with Orlando, the human sexpot, until after dark.” Viggo stroked Elijah’s back and hair. “And not seeing you during all that time... I can’t bear to think that soon we will have to part to shoot.”
“Oh love...” Elijah wrapped his hands around Viggo, “I know baby... really I do. I don’t wanna be separated either, it hurts... but...” He lifted his head to look up at Viggo, “It’s also ... It’s so wonderful to ... to come home after spending a day away from you... it makes me realised just how much I care about you.”
“It’s not that parting I mean, lover, it’s when you go off with Sean, while I go with John and Orli. I don’t relish the idea of being parted for months.” Viggo settled his head in the crook of Elijah’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“When you go on nights and I’m on days... in another part of the country? I know love...” He sighed deeply, “I... I don’t know how I am going to do without you. I can’t do without you any more.
Viggo smiled as Gremlin trotted over, carrying her octopus. She climbed up on Elijah’s lap and curled up, octopus and head between her paws.
“We really are a family now. It’s funny.”
Elijah looked up at Viggo and nodded, “Dad, Papa and baby?” Laughing just a little he started petting Gremlin lightly, “It’s kinda nice.”
“Not just kinda, my Elijah,” Viggo said with a fond little twinkle. “This is what some people look for their entire lives and never find.”
Elijah looked at Viggo very thoughtfully as he continued to pet the kitten, “I feel like I’ve found something I wasn’t even aware I was looking for.” he smiled at Viggo, “Everything fits ... no loose ends.”
“Like two puzzles pieces,” Viggo said. “Well, two and a half.” He scratched Gremlin’s ears and held Elijah tenderly, content to just let the moments pass and forget, if just for a moment, that anything else existed in the world.
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it's all good feelings and sweetness with them... and boy do I ever love it!
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This is our release from what we do to them in AUs.
We shall have a rather mundane up in a few days, a well as more WYR!
We love getting FB from you! *kiss*
Saklani