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Un Cadeau du Roi (Epilogue)
Title: Un Cadeau du Roi (Epilogue)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: Orlijah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've come to the end. It's been an excellent ride, and I hope you've all enjoyed it! The first prequel (Dave/Vig) is currently being edited and should be posted tonight or tomorrow, so stay tuned! These muses haven't left me alone yet.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
One year later
“Hey ‘Lij, is it going to rain today? I’m supposed to meet Dom and Billy’s train at five, and I can’t find my mac!’
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a fucking barometer!”
“Yes love, but… is it?” Orlando asked, standing in the doorway between their bedroom and the living room with his best pout. Elijah just rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at his lover.
“No, it’s not. Honestly, you know, with all your use of my ‘services’ you think you’d at least let me earn a little cash at the Psychic Hotline or something…”
“Oh now love, don’t get upset. You now how much I appreciate your services,” Orlando cooed, slithering over the back of the sofa to deposit himself in Elijah’s lap, his lips tracing a familiar path to his lover’s neck.
“C’mon, Orli, I’m reading. I want to see how it ends!”
“Elijah! You know how it ends, for fuck’s sake!” Orlando exclaimed, flopping back against the cushions with an exasperated sigh as Elijah categorically ignored him, turning back to Viggo’s novel.
“Well I don’t know everything. I mean, there might be salacious details in here. Sex sells, you know.”
Orlando rolled his eyes and leaned down, rucking up Elijah’s shirt a bit to flick his tongue against his lover’s navel. “Like you could really read about Harry and Vig having sex with a straight face.”
“Well considering as you actually had sex with the man…”
“Like, ten years ago! Probably needs Viagra by now, the old sod. You, on the other hand…” Orlando purred as he unbuttoned Elijah’s shirt, following his fingers with his tongue. Elijah giggled at his lover’s predatory look, threading one hand in Orlando’s curls and finally setting the book aside.
“Come now, you don’t actually expect me to believe that the two of you spent two days together before everything happened and didn’t at least go in for a few blowjobs?”
“Scout’s honour,” Orlando swore, holding up three fingers in mock salute.
“Serious?”
“Serious. It wasn’t the same, ‘Lij. I know I didn’t know how I would come to feel about you, but I think I did know, deep down, that I wasn’t meant to be with Harry anymore. Nothing happened.”
“Jesus,” Elijah breathed, half in response to the information and half in reverence as Orlando’s mouth attached to a nipple.
“Well, love, I guess I’d better go get Dom and Billy now…” Orlando teased, pulling up and almost making it away from the couch before Elijah tugged him back down roughly by the shoulders.
“They can fucking wait,” he growled, guiding Orlando’s head downward as he flicked open his fly with one hand.
“Oh, but you’re so beautiful when you beg,” Orlando joked, and Elijah just growled again as he studiously avoided the obvious, nipping instead at Elijah’s hipbones. “Hey, do you think Harry and Vig might be able to visit when they’re in Rome for the book tour?”
“Last I heard… you fucking cocktease… they were…” Elijah gasped as Orlando tugged his boxers down with his teeth. “…um… taking holiday in Australia and New Zealand… meeting the family… and you know… Dave’s family… and… fuck!” Orlando grinned as he finally took his lover’s cock all the way into his throat, his fingers lacing with Elijah’s as practiced motions brought the younger man quickly to the edge.
“Don’t really want to talk about Vig and Harry anymore…” Orlando murmured against Elijah’s cockhead as he pulled back briefly before plunging back down again.
“Fucker!”
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: Orlijah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've come to the end. It's been an excellent ride, and I hope you've all enjoyed it! The first prequel (Dave/Vig) is currently being edited and should be posted tonight or tomorrow, so stay tuned! These muses haven't left me alone yet.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
One year later
“Hey ‘Lij, is it going to rain today? I’m supposed to meet Dom and Billy’s train at five, and I can’t find my mac!’
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a fucking barometer!”
“Yes love, but… is it?” Orlando asked, standing in the doorway between their bedroom and the living room with his best pout. Elijah just rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at his lover.
“No, it’s not. Honestly, you know, with all your use of my ‘services’ you think you’d at least let me earn a little cash at the Psychic Hotline or something…”
“Oh now love, don’t get upset. You now how much I appreciate your services,” Orlando cooed, slithering over the back of the sofa to deposit himself in Elijah’s lap, his lips tracing a familiar path to his lover’s neck.
“C’mon, Orli, I’m reading. I want to see how it ends!”
“Elijah! You know how it ends, for fuck’s sake!” Orlando exclaimed, flopping back against the cushions with an exasperated sigh as Elijah categorically ignored him, turning back to Viggo’s novel.
“Well I don’t know everything. I mean, there might be salacious details in here. Sex sells, you know.”
Orlando rolled his eyes and leaned down, rucking up Elijah’s shirt a bit to flick his tongue against his lover’s navel. “Like you could really read about Harry and Vig having sex with a straight face.”
“Well considering as you actually had sex with the man…”
“Like, ten years ago! Probably needs Viagra by now, the old sod. You, on the other hand…” Orlando purred as he unbuttoned Elijah’s shirt, following his fingers with his tongue. Elijah giggled at his lover’s predatory look, threading one hand in Orlando’s curls and finally setting the book aside.
“Come now, you don’t actually expect me to believe that the two of you spent two days together before everything happened and didn’t at least go in for a few blowjobs?”
“Scout’s honour,” Orlando swore, holding up three fingers in mock salute.
“Serious?”
“Serious. It wasn’t the same, ‘Lij. I know I didn’t know how I would come to feel about you, but I think I did know, deep down, that I wasn’t meant to be with Harry anymore. Nothing happened.”
“Jesus,” Elijah breathed, half in response to the information and half in reverence as Orlando’s mouth attached to a nipple.
“Well, love, I guess I’d better go get Dom and Billy now…” Orlando teased, pulling up and almost making it away from the couch before Elijah tugged him back down roughly by the shoulders.
“They can fucking wait,” he growled, guiding Orlando’s head downward as he flicked open his fly with one hand.
“Oh, but you’re so beautiful when you beg,” Orlando joked, and Elijah just growled again as he studiously avoided the obvious, nipping instead at Elijah’s hipbones. “Hey, do you think Harry and Vig might be able to visit when they’re in Rome for the book tour?”
“Last I heard… you fucking cocktease… they were…” Elijah gasped as Orlando tugged his boxers down with his teeth. “…um… taking holiday in Australia and New Zealand… meeting the family… and you know… Dave’s family… and… fuck!” Orlando grinned as he finally took his lover’s cock all the way into his throat, his fingers lacing with Elijah’s as practiced motions brought the younger man quickly to the edge.
“Don’t really want to talk about Vig and Harry anymore…” Orlando murmured against Elijah’s cockhead as he pulled back briefly before plunging back down again.
“Fucker!”
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“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a fucking barometer!”
“Yes love, but… is it?”
that was very nicely done. glad to see that Viggo finished his book.
alls well that ends well.
kerry =)