New: Will You Remember? 8/9 (LOTRps Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]

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Hi everyone!

Well, here is the second to last part! I hope you enjoy! One more part to go, which I hope to get up tomorrow before I have to drive back to school! BOO!

Saki loves you all!

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: 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 sun's rays through the window cast light upon two sleeping figures buried under quilts on a large bed. Viggo cracked open one eye as the light spilled over his face and yawned. He checked on Elijah, still sprawled on top of him, and determined he was fast asleep. Despite their talk about hiking to the waterfalls, Viggo decided Elijah needed the rest and shut his eyes again.

When Elijah woke it was from a call he could not deny, and scrambling off Viggo, he made his way to the bathroom. When he came back, he snuggled into the warm sheets and the warmer Viggo, tucking his frigid toes under Viggo's knees.

Something freezing pressed to the back of his sensitive knees made Viggo yelp and wake up suddenly. He nearly took the quilts and covers with him to the floor, as he leaped away from the sensation. Untangling himself with careful precision, he peeked back over at Elijah. " You should warn a man before you do that."

Elijah giggled hard. "You squeal like a girl!" He curled up more, as the laughing got louder.

"I'll squeal you!" Viggo said. He leaped back up on the bed and started tickling Elijah mercilessly, his hands seeking out all sensitive areas they could find.

Squeals were the least sounds that Elijah made, wriggling and squirming under Viggo's relentless attack. "Uncleuncle! Please! No more, Vig!"

Viggo stopped and grinned in a very satisfied manner at Elijah. He rearranged the covers and pulled them back over himself and the still giggling Elijah. "Now, if you want to get warmer, I am ready for the freezing coldness of your toes. But next time, I'll make you wear socks."

Elijah took a deep breath before wriggling all ten toes and half of his now cold feet under Viggo's knees and purring at the warmth. "So warm... how do you stay so warm, Viggo?"

"Excess blubber," Viggo said succinctly. He winced slightly at the coldness, but reached down, nearly curling himself into a ball, to rub Elijah's feet until they warmed up.

"You're not overweight, Viggo!" Elijah shook his head, looking at Viggo rather seriously. "Not at all! Take it back!"

Surprised by his seriousness, Viggo grinned and kissed his nose. "I know. Maybe its because I burn it all off generating so much heat."

Elijah shook his head, lips turning up in a smile, as he wriggled his way deeply into the covers and into Viggo's embrace. "Like a full length hot water bottle you are... I like it a lot."

"A full length hot water bottle," Viggo said slowly, "just what I always aspired to be."

"I know, and I thank you... from the tips of my toes!" Elijah gave Viggo a bright smile.

Viggo nipped playfully at the smile, growling in mock anger. He gave up even faking being angry with the happy Elijah and just contented himself by snuggling. "So, I guess we're not going anywhere today."

"Were we meant to be going somewhere?" Elijah frowned ever so slightly, looking at Viggo before his lips formed an 'o' of remembrance. "The waterfalls?"

"Yes, but they will be there another day, Elijah," Viggo said. "I like your name. I like being able to call you by it. Its strange how such a small thing can give me such pleasure."

"Names hold power, whether people realize it or not. Immense power. Its a gesture of trust to give your name."

"Yes, they can," Viggo said after a moment. "I don't really think my name holds much power. I suppose that's because I believe that as long as I know who I am, it doesn't matter what other people think of me."

Elijah shook his head, "What if someone told you, someone you loved and trusted that your name was no longer yours? That it was gone, like last summer, never to return. Then you would realize the power of your name, Viggo."

"Did someone do that to you, Elijah?" Viggo asked, watching the blues eyes flicker with deep emotion.

Elijah shrugged, unable to answer, but his expression, the emotion of his gaze, gave Viggo his answer.

Viggo just held him close again and said, "You're going to make me burst, you know, putting so much trust in me."

"I don't mean to... I just... you make me feel... do you mean to?" Elijah asked softly, wondering if Viggo could do it deliberately.

"Do I mean to make you feel?" Viggo asked. "I never deliberately attempted to make you feel, Elijah, but I'm glad that I do. I wouldn't like to feel for you without an reciprocation, though I would."

"Reciprocation is better. I- I do... so you don't have to." He wondered suddenly if he was making sense.

"I know," Viggo said, touched by Elijah's fumbling attempts to tell him what he felt. "You always let me know, Elijah."

Elijah smiled rather shyly, pressing his nose to Viggo's neck and just lying there silently, air washing over Viggo's skin in the regular rhythm of Elijah's breaths.

Viggo deliberately blew a warm breath over Elijah's ear and thought about all the things they had said to each other over the course of the past few days. And then he considered what they had not said, what did not seem to need to be said. He began to sing a soft lullaby into the peaceful morning air.

Recognizing the song, Elijah started humming with Viggo, singing a few words before going back to humming, just enjoying the moment and the company.

"Have to put that album on later... if we ever get out of bed," Viggo said with a soft chuckle. "I'm not usually one for lounging in bed, but this is rather more comfortable than I'm used to."

"It's very comfortable... I don't normally get to do much lounging..."

"There are a lot of things you might not get to do normally that you can do with me," Viggo said.

"I am already, Viggo. Snuggling isn't normally on the list of my 'to do' activities."

"That needs immediate changing," Viggo declared. He snuggled even closer, inhaling the scent of Elijah's hair and skin.

Elijah gave a breathy little laugh, shaking his head, but snuggling just as close. "I think you're good for me."

"I hope so," Viggo said. "If I am, you might be willing to hang around."

"You want me to... that's one reason to... and it feels good, being around you, that's another reason to... but... I don't want to be a bad thing in your life. I don't want to cause problems..."

"I know," Viggo said and then he hesitated for a moment. "Elijah... would you consider being a model full time? Your pictures are good, more than good- brilliant. There are more commercial modeling jobs you can take. I could give you an introduction, but you would be the one who got the jobs. And I know you would get them."

Elijah opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again, as a shiver worked down his spine, pressing him closer to Viggo, as a powerful cold washed over his very bones.

"Elijah," Viggo asked, arms encircling the small frame, "did I say something wrong?"

"No. It... someone walked over my grave..." He rubbed his cheek against Viggo's chest. "I think that's the right way to describe it."

Swallowing hard, Viggo focused on the sensation of a soft cheek rubbing against his chest. Something about Elijah's words made him tremble for a moment, before he could shake it off again. "You don't have to answer now, or ever, Elijah. It was just as idea."

"I- I'll think about it." As soon as the words were out, he felt another shiver.

Viggo pressed little kisses to his cheeks, murmuring, "That's all I wanted."

"For me to think? You're going to be waiting a long time... I'm young... thinking is a pastime for the old. The old think about it, while the young are doing it..." Elijah deliberately teased Viggo, trying to break the very serious turn in the conversation.
"Oh, so that's why I think more now," Viggo said with a slight frown. "I'm getting ancient. How boring for you I must be." He snorted once in derisive comment.

Elijah cocked his head to the side, a small, genuine smile on his mouth. "You are the least boring person I know, Viggo." And he brushed a very soft, almost loving, kiss over Viggo's lips.

Lifting his hand, Viggo caught Elijah's cheek and looked into the blue depths of his eyes for a long moment. He leaned forward slowly and kissed Elijah deeply and sweetly for a moment. "The old man thanks you."

Elijah whimpered, a soft, pleading sound deep in the back of his throat, as his body betrayed his overwhelming response to the tender kiss. Kissing was not something Elijah did often, and it had a power over him that was frightening in it's intensity. "Oh..."

"Do you mind my doing that?" Viggo asked sotto voice, though Elijah's response made him positive he did not. Still, he wanted to hear it in words. "May I kiss you again?"

Elijah could not find the words to answer and afraid that Viggo would take his silence for a no, replied with actions, leaning forward to kiss Viggo, softly, deeply, but without a great deal of experience.

Using his own knowledge, Viggo soothed the nerves he felt thrumming through Elijah. His tongue carefully insinuated itself into the smaller mouth, wrapping tenderly around its counterpart.

Elijah learned fast, and soon his tongue copied Viggo's, caressing with much more finesse. A few stray whimpers sounded, as Elijah pressed closer to Viggo, his arousal growing more and more obvious.

Viggo pulled away and stroked Elijah's face with his large calloused hands. "There are all these things I want to say to you, but they sound insipid and false to my ears. I want you to know that I'm not just saying them. Do you understand?"

"I-" Elijah looked down at Viggo, nibbling on his lip for a moment. "I think I do..."

"Good. Then all those silly things lovers say to each other... I say them now to you. About your being beautiful and my wanting you and not ever leaving here for real life... all of it."

Elijah stared at Viggo, completely floored, never expecting to hear Viggo say such things to him. He blinked back tears, caused by the rush of confused emotions, joy mingled with terrible sorrow, mingled again with amazement. "Oh, Viggo..."

"I know we just met, but I feel like I've always known you somehow. And when I look at your pictures, I just ache for everything I see in you. And... I don't know, I guess I'm trying to say I love you."

A single tear fell from Elijah's eye, but the smile that bloomed make it obvious it was a tear of joy. "I love you, too." It was a reverent whisper of words Elijah never expected to say to anyone, never expected to hear. And yet, he now heard them from this man who opened up his heart and caused the most amazing pleasure to well up inside him.

Viggo pulled Elijah until they were plastered to each other. He kissed him with everything inside him- the feelings he suppressed when he first saw him, when he watched him giggle and laugh like a child, when he saw him as just a man, when he saw him as an angel that he felt unworthy to touch.

Elijah groaned deeply into the intense kiss, returning it with all of his overwhelmed emotions, all the love, joy, and desire he felt. Everything happy, positive and life-affirming dominated his mind and body, as he rubbed against Viggo.

"Elijah?" Viggo asked, making his name a question, as he felt the other man rub against him with obvious intent.

Eyes almost black with desire looked at Viggo. A small smile on his lips, Elijah asked very softly, "Yes, Viggo?" He pressed their foreheads together, looking deep into Viggo's eyes.

"What- what do you want me to do, Elijah?" Viggo asked, kissing his fluttering lashes delicately. "I want to do this right."

"Make love to me. I've- I've had sex more times than I want to think about, but I've never made love with anyone." There was a slight tremor in Elijah's voice, a little nervousness, a little anticipation.

"Of course," Viggo breathed, "I would never do anything else." He reached for Elijah's pajama top and slipped it over his head. The worn feeling of the older fabric made a part of him hurt inside. He set it down and then scooted forward to kiss the newly exposed chest.

Elijah ran his fingers through Viggo's hair, over his neck and shoulders, caressing Viggo. Hi small, pale hands were cooler than Viggo's skin, even as the wonderful warmth of Viggo's lips and touch seemed to burn into Elijah's very soul. "Wanna kiss you, Viggo... I- I like kissing you. Please?"

Viggo moved back up to kiss Elijah again, though he paused briefly to suck at the tendon of his neck. This kiss started off slowly, a light brushing of lips and slowly grew into a passionate and deep embrace. Viggo slid his hands up and down Elijah's back, before slipping them under the pajama bottoms to cup his ass tenderly.

Moans of pleasure and anticipation escaped from Elijah's mouth into Viggo's throughout the long, drugging kiss. Elijah's hands stroked every inch of skin he could find, intent on mapping Viggo's body, learning the feel of his skin. Lifting his head and breaking the kiss only when he thought he might pass out from the need for oxygen, he said with wondering happiness, "I love you."

Viggo smiled and kissed Elijah again through the smile, answering his words with actions. He kneaded the firm flesh under his fingertips, enjoying the sounds Elijah made as he did.

Elijah moaned and wriggled, rocking his hips into Viggo's and rubbing matching hardnesses together, before muttering, "Too many clothes..." Very deliberately, he lifted himself up to start undoing Viggo's pants. "Wanna see."

Putting his hands under his head and rolling on his back, Viggo lifted his hips to let Elijah ease the sweats over his hips and down. He shut his eyes, unable to watch Elijah looking at him with such intimacy. It made his heart ache too sweetly, bordering on pain in his chest.

Elijah fell completely silent as he looked over Viggo, eyes full of loving appreciation, desire and need. His traced over Viggo visually before his hands ghosted over Viggo's skin, until he finally whispered, "Beautiful."

Shivering at the near touch, Viggo reached out blindly for Elijah, catching him by the shoulders and pulling him in for another kiss. He tugged at the waistband of his pajama bottoms, asking for them to be shed as well. "I want to see all of you."

Elijah wriggled them down and kicked the fabric away, quite willing to let Viggo see him. With a slight smile, he rolled onto his back, legs slightly spread, erection jutting proudly, arms open and reaching for Viggo. "Come here?"

Viggo rolled over and into Elijah's arms, fitting them together snugly. Their erections bumped, causing a shower of sparks down Viggo's back and over his nerves. "Its like you were made for me," Viggo said, propping some of his weight up on his elbows to keep it off Elijah.

Elijah wrapped his arms around Viggo and very firmly pulled him down, moaning at the amazing feeling of being pressed so close, so lovingly to Viggo. "Maybe I am? Maybe we were meant to meet like this... someone had a plan or something."

"Predestination? Fate? Maybe so... whatever brought me to you, I'll never be able to express my thanks enough." He allowed his weight to settle on Elijah, though he still tried to keep off the ribcage.

Elijah's hand stroked slowly down Viggo's back to his ass cheeks, squeezed there lightly and then stroked back up Viggo's back, caressing his shoulders and scalp. "I could never move from this place and be a happy man."

Viggo chuckled and kissed Elijah again, sucking on his lower lip playfully. "But there are so many other things we must do together, though we do not have to speed through this moment. I am content, resting on you, feeling your body beneath me and your heart fluttering in your ribcage like a trapped bird."

"No trapped bird ever felt this good, Viggo." He slid his hands up to hold Viggo's head, kissing him deeply, much more skillfully than before.

Viggo delighted at the way Elijah learned so quickly, kissing back until the world began to tilt on its axis and he had to break away or pass out on Elijah. "Whoa... rock my world," he said with a faint grin. "I may not be able to keep up if you do everything the way you just kissed me."

Elijah's grin was a promise of sensual bliss. "I'm much better at everything else..." He pushed Viggo onto his back, sprawling across his chest and lowering his mouth to smooth skin. "Wanna see?" A sinful little mouth closed around one of Viggo's nipples, sucking it lightly.

"Oh," Viggo said in a gasp that was nearly inaudible. "Oh yes, I do, Elijah." He placed his hands in Elijah's wild hair, not holding him or forcing him, just clasping lightly.

Elijah's smiled like the Cheshire cat as he licked a complicated path across Viggo's chest, frequently returning to Viggo's nipples before he started heading further down. His tongue and teeth lead downward until Elijah placed a loving little bite on Viggo's right hip.

His nipples swelling until they were nearly uncomfortable, Viggo rode out the assault on his chest with a series of deeply felt groans and little cries of pleasure. When Elijah bit his hip, he chuckled and then propped himself up to watch. "Elijah."

"You almost sound pained, Viggo... do you want me to stop?" Even as he asked, Elijah slithered between Viggo's legs and eyed Viggo's cock with a distinctly predatory gaze.

Viggo gave Elijah with a nasty look and then wrapped his legs around him and neatly rolled over so that he had Elijah pinned. " I want a turn."

"But I haven't finished." Although pinned under Viggo, Elijah was still in the right position, so he lifted his head and wrapped his lips around Viggo's hard flesh, holding the head in his mouth.

Viggo groaned deeply and thrashed slightly. He reached down to stop the teasing mouth and wriggled away. "My turn," he repeated more firmly. "You can do that later. If you do it now, I'll go out of my mind and never get a turn."

"Who said being in your mind was needed love of mine?" Elijah made his grin every bit as sinful as he could.

Viggo responded with a bit of a feral growl that surprised him and let Elijah go. He rolled on his back again, deciding to let Elijah lead at his own pace. He wondered for a brief second how often he got to choose in these situations and shoved the thought away. Instead, he trailed a hand down to stroke Elijah's cheek, looking at him with love. "All right, Elijah, whatever you want..."

Elijah scooted up Viggo's body until they were face to face, staring into Viggo's eyes, his own blue almost hidden by the black of his pupils. "Tell me what you want, Viggo, really, really want... please. Tell me how to give you the most pleasure. For there is nothing I want more than to give that to you right now..."

Viggo kissed him, pulling him close and rubbing their bodies together gently. "I want us to cum together," he whispered into Elijah's ear. "I want to know that I can give you as much pleasure as you give me. I just want to touch you all over... " He kissed and sucked down Elijah's throat and back up.

Elijah moaned deeply, the idea that Viggo felt that way... that his pleasure was important to Viggo, blew his mind, and almost blew his load, requiring Elijah to take several deep breaths to control himself, control made all the harder by Viggo's kisses. Unable to form words, Elijah just caught Viggo's lips for a deep hard kiss, grinding their bodies together.

Viggo pulled Elijah to him, grasping his hips and encouraging a frantic pace, desiring an explosive ending.

Elijah soon moved in a powerful and fast rhythm against Viggo. Their matching erections aligned perfectly, stroking against each other. He stared down into Viggo's eyes, unable and unwilling, to look away. He wanted to see the pleasure in Viggo's eyes, something he had never wanted with anyone before.

Viggo kept his eyes open by force of will alone, wanting to see into Elijah's own. He felt his climax approach and cried out suddenly as the pleasure crested and burst between them, "Oh, Elijah! Iloveyousomuchgoditfeelsgood!"

Elijah was a bare moment behind him, letting loose a powerful, wordless cry full of emotions that were too complex for words. He collapsed onto Viggo's chest, pleasure still rushing through his body. He whispered against Viggo's chest, "Love you; love you; love you."

Viggo held him, enjoying the shudders that ran uncontrollably through them both. "I did not mean to end so quickly," he whispered, "but you made me feel... like a brush fire through dry timber." He lifted Elijah's head to kiss him softly.

Elijah sighed happily into the kiss, returning it just as softly. "Like wildfire, uncontrolled and uncontrollable... and perfect."

"Yes, that's right." He pulled the covers more snugly around them, wanting to keep his lover warm. "And now, I want to explore every inch of you, slowly and thoroughly, until there is no part I do not have memorized."

"I think I can understand that... cause that's exactly what I want to do with you... I want to know you better than I've ever known anyone..." He sighed, snuggling into Viggo and pressing little kisses all over his face.

"Don't you know me, my Monkey?" Viggo asked, suddenly very serious. "Have you not known me from the moment I opened my mouth?"

Elijah lifted his head, looking quite serious himself. "I know you... I know your soul I... just as you know mine. But... I don't- don't know all your quirks yet... I don't know your body the same way... I want to know all those things, Viggo. I want to know everything I can about you."

"How do you wish to get started, my love? I would have you know these things, too, as I wish to know them about you. Every millimeter of your skin... May we not trade explorations? I shall caress an area on you and then you return the favor? May we not learn this way... mutually." He felt a thrum of new arousal through his body at the idea.

"I like that idea... and I'm going to start... then you get to choose... and I choose..." Elijah looked down at Viggo before nodding. "Your left ear..." Ducking his head, he started nibbling, nipping, licking and sucking on Viggo's ear, learning every curve and whorl.

Viggo mumbled a little, tilting his head to make sure Elijah did not miss any part of his ear. His sensitive lobe throbbed from the attention, until Viggo thought it might fall off. He disentangled himself from the curious and remarkable teeth, moving to return the favor. He hoped Elijah might prove as vulnerable in that area, even as he stuck his tongue into the ear.

Elijah moaned deeply, letting his lover feel the stirring in his groin, the shivers of pleasure that worked though his body, as well as the vibrations in his chest from constant groaning. "Vig... oh... mmm... please... yes..."

"Now I get to choose a new spot," Viggo said. He considered carefully, before teasingly nibbling and sucking on his right eyebrow.

Elijah tried to resist, but very quickly the strange sensations had him giggling insanely, wiggling and writhing on top of Viggo with his growing laughter.

Letting go, Viggo laughed a little, kissing him softly. "Your turn."

Elijah started pressing little kisses to Viggo's eyebrow, before he nipped lightly and wrapped his lips around the brow, sucking on it lightly, trying to give Viggo the same sensations that caused his own laughter.

Viggo did chuckle a little at the oddity of such focus on that area, but soon squirmed happily, too. Everywhere Elijah touched seemed to enflame instantly, even the most innocuous areas becoming erogenous under his ministrations.

Releasing the eyebrow, Elijah eyed Viggo for a few moments before his lips pressed to Viggo's chin. His tongue darted out to taste the stubbled skin, wriggling against the cleft, before he nipped slightly and pulled his lips away to grin down at Viggo.

Viggo nearly giggled at the attention to his chin. All his past lovers had some strange fascination with the area, and he was glad Elijah shared their tendencies. He eyed Elijah's chin and opened his mouth, nearly engulfing the area. His tongue bathed the skin until it glistened.

Elijah rewarded Viggo with a soft moan and a little giggle, commenting softly, "We're strange creatures, did you know that, love?"

"I love you," Viggo replied softly. He chose to kiss Elijah until he could not tell his tongue from Elijah's as his next bit of exploration.

Elijah returned the kiss, abandoning skill for pure instinct, taking control when he felt it was his turn to explore. His tongue searched out the places in Viggo's mouth that made his lover moan or gasp, not breaking the kiss until spots danced before his eyes.

Panting for breath, Viggo clung to Elijah, wondering if he was going to embarrass himself. Every part of him, from head to toes reverberated with pleasure and love for his Elijah. He let his head sink back in pure delight, waiting for his lover's next move.

Elijah took several deep breaths as he considered. Finally, he shook his head and admitted to himself there was one part of Viggo he wanted to explore more than any other. Wriggling to loosen Viggo's grip he slid down Viggo's body, not stopping until he lay between Viggo's legs. He could feel his mouth water in anticipation as he eyed Viggo's rigid cock. When he could wait no longer, his tongue slowly reached forward to swipe over the tip.

Viggo wondered how he managed not to spurt all over Elijah at that first, excruciating sweep of his tongue. He gripped the covers, nearly ripping them apart in his attempt to control himself. His hips bucked up to meet the tantalizing tongue, begging for more.

Easily telling how close to losing control Viggo was and not wanting to tease, Elijah wrapped his lips around Viggo's shaft, engulfing about half in the wet heat and intense suction of his mouth. His tongue started stroking across the tip rhythmically, wriggling against the small eye, rubbing along the sensitive glans. Elijah used all his skill to bring Viggo pleasure.

Viggo held out as best he could against Elijah's formidable skills, trying to draw out the moments of sweet torture. He thought about anything and everything non-sexy in his life, which did not work very well as Elijah's tongue played tricks that nobody should know. He arched helplessly and cried, "Please, Elijah, wait!"

Elijah lifted his head, pulling his mouth away. His fingers encircled the base of Viggo's shaft, constricting it enough to help Viggo control himself. "Yes? Anything you want, Viggo." Elijah carefully licked his lips clean, savoring Viggo's sharp taste and moaning a little.

Viggo gasped a few times and shook his head. "You- you're just too much for me, Elijah. I cannot keep up with you." He took a few deep breaths to try and regain a little control over his wild need to just explode into a thousand tiny pieces.

Elijah nodded, sliding up Viggo's body. "Sorry Vig... I just... want so much." He tucked him head under Viggo's chin.

Viggo slid his hand into Elijah's hair, holding him close again and listening to him breathe. "Do I return the favor now? I fear I shall be a disappointment in this."

"You can... if you want to." Elijah tilted his head to the side, asking softly, "Why would you be a disappointment?"

Viggo smiled uncertainly and nuzzled Elijah's nose. Instead of going for his cock, despite its appeal, he moved to lick softly at Elijah's navel, remembering his model's reaction to the area.

Elijah stopped Viggo, holding his head in a light grasp, asking again, "Why would you disappoint me Viggo?" He looked bewildered and a little worried.

"It's been a long time since I had a lover," Viggo said, gazing into those blue eyes. "I don't know why... except I never really wanted one, 'til I saw you. I'm not sure I'll be any good at this anymore, certainly not able to please you in the same ways you please me."

"Viggo... oh, Viggo..." -Elijah caressed Viggo's face-- "the fact its you... that you want to give me pleasure... it already gives me more delight than can I possibly express." Taking a deep breath, Elijah tried to explain, "When you said before that you wanted to give me pleasure... just knowing that almost made me cum... I have no fear you won't be able to please me, Viggo, so you shouldn't."

Shivering, Viggo whispered back, "I just want to be perfect for you, Elijah. I want you to be able to feel how much I care when I touch you. I want to be different from the others because I love you so much it scares me."

"You are already so different from anyone else. It- its not even the same act. Touching you makes me. feel joyous... happy inside. Being touched by you... I can't describe it properly. Never think you need to compete with anyone else."

Viggo smiled his happiness at the soft look in Elijah's expression. "I promise to try." He rested his hands on the small of Elijah's back, cuddling him and pulling him as close as physics allowed.

Elijah gave a little blissful sigh and cuddled as close as he could in answer, pressing little kisses to Viggo's neck and shoulders. "I never expected to feel anything like this, Viggo, not ever."

Feeling happier for this statement, Viggo let his hands trail over the silky skin of Elijah's ass and thighs. He explored the crease between ass and thigh with curious fingertips, curling them in a ticklish manner.

Elijah shivered, wiggling against Viggo and managing to moan and giggle at the same time. "Viggo? I- I would really... I want... I mean..." Elijah looked a little lost as he fumbled for words before he finally spoke again, "I want to feel you inside me... please?"

"Oh, yes, I want to feel you around me," Viggo said in a breathless tone. He squeezed the firm ass once and then looked around. "I- I am not sure what I have that we can use..."

Elijah pulled away from Viggo very reluctantly. "I'll be back..." He almost ran into his room, searching deep into his bag for his working pouch, hidden with his costume. Gathering up some lube and few condoms, he made his way back into Viggo's bedroom, throwing himself onto the bed and bouncing into Viggo's arms. "I missed you."

Catching Elijah, Viggo kissed and snuggled him, burrowing them both under the covers again. "We must remedy that," he said. Rolling over, he covered the smaller man with his entire body, letting him feel all his need and settling his weight protectively above him.

Elijah wrapped one of his arms around Viggo, the other holding out the lube and condoms. "I-" He blushed, looking a little ashamed.

Viggo took them and kissed each of the red cheeks. "Do I get to touch you first? I may not last long enough if you touch me first." He opened the tube and squeezed out some lube, warming it between his fingers.

"Touch me? Viggo, you can do anything you want... anything... I'm all yours, do with me what you will."

Sliding his hand low, Viggo rubbed a slick finger over Elijah's opening. He teased the very rim, almost afraid to push inside. Finally, after a moment of indecision, where he rubbed and danced, his finger slipped the very first joint deep into the warmth there. He watched the expression on his lover's face, aware for any signs of pain amongst the pleasure there.

Elijah's body opened fairly easily to Viggo's fingers, and he pushed his hips up even as he clenched his muscles tightly around Viggo's fingers, moaning deeply. He kept eyes open and staring at Viggo, not attempting to hide the slightest thing written across his face. "Yes, please... please, Viggo... more."

Nodding a little, his mouth dry from the display, Viggo added a second finger, easily spreading the muscle there. Despite knowing about Elijah's experience, he hissed a little in shock as both fingers slid easily up to the knuckles. Curling the tips, he sought the small gland, finally locating it after a moment of stretching and searching.

Elijah let out a strangled gasp of pleasure. His hips pressed down onto Viggo's fingers, gripping and rippling tightly. A few moments later, Elijah groaned again, relaxing slightly and managing to focus his eyes on Viggo. "Want you! Want you! Please!?" He rolled his hips up, and back down, moving himself on Viggo's fingers.

Removing his fingers, Viggo pulled on a condom with trembling hands. He spread lube over his erection as efficiently and non-arousingly as possible, before searching for a position. After a couple of rather abortive tries, Viggo finally managed to inch inside his lover. Pausing, he waited for a response before pushing in further.

Elijah moaned softly, smiling up at Viggo, desire written across his face clearly. He suddenly thrust himself up, plunging down on Viggo's shaft to the root. His arms wrapped tightly around Viggo as he went still, adjusting to the incredibly full, wonderfully complete feeling of having Viggo deep inside him. "Ooooooh." He blinked away tears, not of pain, but happiness at the incredible rightness of the moment.

"Elijah," Viggo groaned, as his hands clutched at small shoulders for purchase and control. Everything in front of his eyes grayed for a moment, as he fought not to pass out from the sensation. He moved experimentally, unable to force himself to move out more than a slight bit before pushing back in.

Elijah's legs wound around Viggo's hips, opening his body as much as he could in this position. His fingers gripped at the small of Viggo's back, holding on tightly to his lover. Blue eyes, full of more emotions than either of them could possibly name, never looked away from Viggo's face, enraptured by what he saw there. "Viggo?"

Viggo continued the slow and slight movement, unwilling to leave his new haven. "Elijah," he whispered in a disbelieving tone. "Elijah... Elijah." He rocked a little deeper, his hips thrusting more than he intended into the enticing depths.

Elijah pressed back, even the slightest movement causing a moan or whimper of pleasure. Larger movements brought a louder groan or even a growl that Elijah did not try to repress.

Viggo pulled out farther and then quickly slammed back in, missing the tight grip immediately. He repeated this exercise several times, until he picked up the rhythm and fell slave to its seductiveness. Every noise from Elijah made him want to move more, bury himself deeper, feel all of Elijah that he could. He reached between them to stroke Elijah's erection.

Elijah discovered after a time that could have been seconds, minutes or even hours, that he could not stop making noises. Moans and groans, whimpers and pleas that never quite made it to words, every sound for Viggo's ears alone, as Elijah easily adapted to the new rhythm. His own movements became more forceful.

"Close," Viggo whispered, his voice choking on the word as he gasped in the same breath. The time seemed to slip through his fingers like water, as they moved together in synchronization usually found only in longtime lovers. He caught Elijah's mouth, swallowing his whimpers and cries greedily, feeding his addiction.

Elijah's brain was unable to focus on anything but the wonderful sensations Viggo gave him, aware in almost painful intensity of every patch of skin that touched Viggo. His focus narrowed even further, as Elijah cried out his pleasure, the sound spilling into Viggo's mouth even as his seed spilt between them, every muscle in his body reacting, clenching down.

This release was like a sweetness that rushed over Viggo's body and left him cleansed and tingling. His hips snapped lazily into the squeezing warmth, giving up his essence to Elijah. As the waves subsided, he sunk back down on the smaller man. "I have never felt that way before," he murmured, almost unaware that he spoke.

Elijah held Viggo to him, moaning softly at the pleasure that still ran through him. His hold on Viggo tightened slightly, lips curving upward in a blissful smile. "Me neither."

Shifting, not wanting to pull out, Viggo settled them more comfortably. "You seem more beautiful to me every moment, Elijah. I wish I might capture you now, forever."

"Capture me? As in take a photo of me? Or never let me out of your arms?" He stroked his hands down Viggo's sides. "I don't think you could be more beautiful to me... although I'm more than happy to be proven wrong."

"All of the above" Viggo said in answer. "I was afraid to tell you I loved you after so short a time, but I am... elated now."

"I was afraid to admit that I felt this way... but when you said it to me, I had to tell you..." Closing his eyes, Elijah pressed his forehead to Viggo's cheek and sighed. "Can we never move?"

"As long as you are comfortable, I am willing to lie here forever with you, my love. There is certainly nowhere better for me to be." Viggo arranged the covers once again and shut his eyes.

Elijah ran his hands up and down Viggo's back slowly, trying to soothe his lover. "My Viggo... I like the sound of that a lot... my lover." He shivered happily. "So we agree, no moving."

"Once again, we are in perfect accord," Viggo said, cradling him tenderly against his own larger frame.

"Viggo, sing for me?" Elijah nuzzled his cheek against Viggo's chest, asking the question in his most appealing voice.

"What do you want me to sing?" Viggo asked. "A lullaby? A love song? Something soft and sweet?"

"Something soothing and soft... or... anything you want to... I just want to hear you."

Viggo smiled a little and then sang, "If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save everyday 'til eternity passes away just to spend them with you. If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save everyday like a treasure and then, again, I would spend them with you. But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want once you find them, I've looked around enough to know that you're the one I want to go through time with. If I had a box full of wishes and dreams that had never come true, the box would be empty except for the memory of how they were answered by you..." Viggo trailed off, smiling into the stillness.

Elijah relaxed as Viggo sang, letting himself just drift away with the words. "More?"

"More," Viggo echoed. He cast his mind out for another song to choose. "Its by far the hardest thing I've ever done, to be so in love with you, so long. Follow me where I go, what I see, who I know, make it part of you to be a part of me... Follow me up and down, all the way and all around take my hand and say you'll follow me. It's long been on my mind, you know its been a long, long time, I've tried so hard to make you understand, to have you here beside me and never be alone, and all the time that you're with me, we will be at home. Follow me where I go..." Viggo repeated the chorus, smiling the whole way through the song.

Elijah let himself drift further away, and it was his undoing. By the time Viggo had finished singing, Elijah was fast asleep, his breath coming in little snuffles.

Viggo found himself wide-awake, determined to catalogue every moment of holding his new lover in his arms. He wondered what his friends would say when they returned. He could never let Elijah go back to selling himself, but he would not ask him to deny everything he had been for the sake of what others thought.

Even in his sleep, Elijah did not want to leave Viggo, snuggling until their bodies could only be closer if they were in the same skin.

Eventually, the thoughts in his mind quieted, and Viggo drifted into a deep, warm slumber.
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