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Fic: Everens NC-17
Title: Everens
By: fra
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet verse.
Orlijah with hints of Vig/Billy, DomLijah...etc.
Vamp fic.
betas: Namarie120 and Mousewrites. All other mistakes are mine.
Porcelain and Bittersweet is here: http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/2759.html#cutid1
fra
2006
Orlando always felt the dusk. Sleeping, silent and still, in the darkest cellar, farthest from the rounded Roman arch leading to the old road, the instant the sun sank below the reaching oak trees, his eyes opened and he inhaled the dusk like air. Beside him, Elijah would continue to sleep, his mortal senses dulled to the changing time, even to the minute movements of his master.
Orlando watched Elijah sleep. Waiting, thirsty.
Elijah was just fucked up enough that sleeping with Orlando was a thrill. He loved their sex, loved being cut by the knife and the rough attack on the wound was almost enough to make him come. He and Orlando, they were a good match.
Elijah mumbled into his pillow and rolled towards Orlando, arm outstretched. It landed with a dull thump on Orlando's chest and he smiled, long fingers coming up to stroke a path from wrist to inner elbow. Elijah shivered and woke, slapping at the teasing hand.
"Fuck off. Fucker…tickle...sleeping…dammit…" he snuffled from under the pillow.
Orlando rolled towards him, drawn by his bed-warm smooth skin and the sound of his blood, and molded himself to the length of Elijah's slim body hungrily, caresses turning to rough groping.
"Can't very well be sleeping if you're telling me off, can you?" He slid one arm around Elijah's waist and pulled them together as he whispered in the soft shell of Elijah's ear. "It's dusk, Lij. I'm hungry…" he licked a path from the angled muscle of shoulder to the slim column of neck and Elijah shivered. He wanted to use his teeth. One day, maybe Lij would let him.
"When are you 'not' hungry? Fucking animal…Christ…unghh…god, that's good."
Elijah's hand drifted back, settled on Orlando's hip, pulling him closer as they rocked together. "Fuck me…while you…do it…"
Orlando let go of Elijah long enough to move his cock between Elijah's cheeks and press, licked his palm to moisten the head and slide it back into the darkened cleft, into Elijah.
"Hand me the knife…" Orlando ground out and Elijah released him, clutching for the small handle and handing it over his shoulder into Orlando's grasp. He thrust slowly, deeply, Elijah's panting breaths guiding him. In the dim light, Elijah's back was a creamy expanse of skin etched with the passage of the knife he held, scarred in a swirling Byzantine pattern of use.
Orlando dug his arm under Elijah, wrapped it around his chest, anchoring him against the slow rhythm as he chose where the next mark would go. He'd started on the rounded ball of muscle on Elijah's right shoulder, the design a mix of Arabic letters and sweeping vines and tendrils that now played down his shoulder blade. He selected a section of skin beneath the word 'dark' and began to cut a graceful lacy half leaf.
The blood pearled, black in the half light of the dusk to mortal eyes, red as rubies to his own and he licked across the wound, hungrily, growling. The cutting nearly always sent Elijah spiraling towards orgasm and he cried out when Orlando's lips sealed over the wound and he sucked.
"Oh, god, fuck fuck, Orli…good."
The litany of pleasure washed over Orlando and he made himself slow down and hear it, tried to let it warm him as much as the blood in his belly. Sometimes he could. Sometimes.
By the time he'd drunk his fill, the wound was closing and Elijah had come and lay limp in his arms. He licked over the fresh pink lines of the leaf he'd drawn and thought about the Prince who'd taught him to make the graceful lines with pen and ink.
~~~~~~~~~
Viggo returned to Everens in the spring to find his homecovenfamily barely keeping themselves from killing one another. Billy spent most of his time trying to tame Orlando and while he was the strongest of them, Billy that is, he was having a hard time trying to make Orlando care about something. Something other than fucking and sucking his attende.
Elijah wasn't much help. Half the time he was tricking around clubs, smoking, fucking and generally making a nuisance of himself. He called it his 'freedom', and defended it viciously, for which Billy never let him alone.
"Cocksucking little fucking whore…" was how Billy usually spoke of Elijah. Though sometimes affection crept into his tone and destroyed any sort of credibility for his anger.
When Elijah was gone, Billy locked Orlando below in the darkened stone cellars to keep him from tearing through the London nightlife looking for him. It wasn't that Orlando was jealous, exactly, more like…addicted. He rarely spoke to anyone other than Elijah, even months after his arrival.
Having Dom back in the fold went a long way toward soothing Billy and, frankly, Dom loved Britain and hated the east, Orlando not withstanding. Dom and Elijah had become cousins the same year and at first had slept in a tangle like puppies right up until Viggo had taken Dom as his attende.
In truth, they were all Viggo's. He fed from each of them periodically, like a stallion and his herd. But it was also true that he loved them, in his own odd and distant way. His humor was dry and self-effacing which was why he loved London and Dom and Billy.
Billy was no one's attende. And in a strange sense, everyone's. Billy wasn't like them. He was, something else apart. No one knew what for sure, but sometimes, he disappeared for a week and when he came back, that quirky laugh of his came back with him. Where he lost it to begin with was anyone's guess.
Viggo wouldn't talk about it but Billy and he would spend hours in the farthest ruined Salon, smoking those huge, stinking stogies while Billy drank whiskey and sometimes, black rum from an unmarked bottle. Dom was too restless to stay in a room that long and almost always ended up going out. On the roof or around town. Sometimes with Elijah.
Once, Dom and Elijah got busted for fucking in an alley near Kings Cross Station and it was a damn good thing that Dom had remembered his phone and wasn't too drunk to call for help. Viggo had listened quietly for the span of Dom's breathless appeal and told him to wait and hung up.
Two hours later, Viggo's solicitor, Ian, showed up with bail and escorted the two back to Everens, wordlessly, but with a slight smile. Elijah surpassed his own stultifying record by trying to seduce Ian in the back of the black taxi. The look on Elijah's face when Ian said no was something Dom laughed about for weeks.
"Fucking cunt." Elijah said and meant the both of them.
He had cause to regret those words later. And when Viggo was done with him, he couldn't sit for a week. Dom faired a little better. Only a little. Viggo gave him to Ian for two days. When he came back, he was much chastened.
~~~~~~~~~
The room was humid. God only knew why summers had gotten warmer in London, global warming or some shit like that. It made the nights sticky and thick and where their skin met, it made them slick with sweat. Orlando's hands twisted on the rail above his head, the highest rail of their bed, as Elijah rocked an agonizing rhythm straddling across Orlando's lap, hands flat on Orlando's chest.
"Now, Lij…please" Orlando pleaded. "God you're beautiful." The graceful column of Elijah's neck, wide as his jaw, beckoned him like a siren, the pounding of Elijah's pulse, her song. Orlando could feel the blood lust rising and now, even after months of trying, he could barely keep it in check.
Elijah looked down through lazy, pleasure soaked eyes at Orlando writhing under him and smiled his nasty fucking smile. "Yeah, do it…" he said, lips barely moving. He handed Orlando the knife.
Orlando unclenched one hand and took the small blade from Elijah's outstretched fingers, turned it in his hand and laid the point of the blade just under Elijah's nipple. Elijah's nostrils flared, his breath dragged in roughly and he nodded, rising and then falling heavily on Orlando's cock.
"Now, do it, Orli…now…" and his mouth opened wide as the knife sank into his flesh, carving a small crescent around the bottom half of his nipple. "Fuck…" He exhaled sharply and Orlando sat up straight, wrapped his arms around Elijah and lowered his mouth to the wound, sucking it greedily. Elijah wailed, his head dropped back and he plunged down frantically, chasing his climax and the need to back away from the pain.
Orlando's lips and tongue worked the small wound and Elijah's generous nipple, Elijah's cries crashing through him more strongly than any drug and Orlando came, pumping helplessly into his attende.
"Jesus, fuck…" Elijah said, softly as a prayer.
~~~~~~~~~~
By: fra
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet verse.
Orlijah with hints of Vig/Billy, DomLijah...etc.
Vamp fic.
betas: Namarie120 and Mousewrites. All other mistakes are mine.
Porcelain and Bittersweet is here: http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/2759.html#cutid1
fra
2006
Orlando always felt the dusk. Sleeping, silent and still, in the darkest cellar, farthest from the rounded Roman arch leading to the old road, the instant the sun sank below the reaching oak trees, his eyes opened and he inhaled the dusk like air. Beside him, Elijah would continue to sleep, his mortal senses dulled to the changing time, even to the minute movements of his master.
Orlando watched Elijah sleep. Waiting, thirsty.
Elijah was just fucked up enough that sleeping with Orlando was a thrill. He loved their sex, loved being cut by the knife and the rough attack on the wound was almost enough to make him come. He and Orlando, they were a good match.
Elijah mumbled into his pillow and rolled towards Orlando, arm outstretched. It landed with a dull thump on Orlando's chest and he smiled, long fingers coming up to stroke a path from wrist to inner elbow. Elijah shivered and woke, slapping at the teasing hand.
"Fuck off. Fucker…tickle...sleeping…dammit…" he snuffled from under the pillow.
Orlando rolled towards him, drawn by his bed-warm smooth skin and the sound of his blood, and molded himself to the length of Elijah's slim body hungrily, caresses turning to rough groping.
"Can't very well be sleeping if you're telling me off, can you?" He slid one arm around Elijah's waist and pulled them together as he whispered in the soft shell of Elijah's ear. "It's dusk, Lij. I'm hungry…" he licked a path from the angled muscle of shoulder to the slim column of neck and Elijah shivered. He wanted to use his teeth. One day, maybe Lij would let him.
"When are you 'not' hungry? Fucking animal…Christ…unghh…god, that's good."
Elijah's hand drifted back, settled on Orlando's hip, pulling him closer as they rocked together. "Fuck me…while you…do it…"
Orlando let go of Elijah long enough to move his cock between Elijah's cheeks and press, licked his palm to moisten the head and slide it back into the darkened cleft, into Elijah.
"Hand me the knife…" Orlando ground out and Elijah released him, clutching for the small handle and handing it over his shoulder into Orlando's grasp. He thrust slowly, deeply, Elijah's panting breaths guiding him. In the dim light, Elijah's back was a creamy expanse of skin etched with the passage of the knife he held, scarred in a swirling Byzantine pattern of use.
Orlando dug his arm under Elijah, wrapped it around his chest, anchoring him against the slow rhythm as he chose where the next mark would go. He'd started on the rounded ball of muscle on Elijah's right shoulder, the design a mix of Arabic letters and sweeping vines and tendrils that now played down his shoulder blade. He selected a section of skin beneath the word 'dark' and began to cut a graceful lacy half leaf.
The blood pearled, black in the half light of the dusk to mortal eyes, red as rubies to his own and he licked across the wound, hungrily, growling. The cutting nearly always sent Elijah spiraling towards orgasm and he cried out when Orlando's lips sealed over the wound and he sucked.
"Oh, god, fuck fuck, Orli…good."
The litany of pleasure washed over Orlando and he made himself slow down and hear it, tried to let it warm him as much as the blood in his belly. Sometimes he could. Sometimes.
By the time he'd drunk his fill, the wound was closing and Elijah had come and lay limp in his arms. He licked over the fresh pink lines of the leaf he'd drawn and thought about the Prince who'd taught him to make the graceful lines with pen and ink.
~~~~~~~~~
Viggo returned to Everens in the spring to find his homecovenfamily barely keeping themselves from killing one another. Billy spent most of his time trying to tame Orlando and while he was the strongest of them, Billy that is, he was having a hard time trying to make Orlando care about something. Something other than fucking and sucking his attende.
Elijah wasn't much help. Half the time he was tricking around clubs, smoking, fucking and generally making a nuisance of himself. He called it his 'freedom', and defended it viciously, for which Billy never let him alone.
"Cocksucking little fucking whore…" was how Billy usually spoke of Elijah. Though sometimes affection crept into his tone and destroyed any sort of credibility for his anger.
When Elijah was gone, Billy locked Orlando below in the darkened stone cellars to keep him from tearing through the London nightlife looking for him. It wasn't that Orlando was jealous, exactly, more like…addicted. He rarely spoke to anyone other than Elijah, even months after his arrival.
Having Dom back in the fold went a long way toward soothing Billy and, frankly, Dom loved Britain and hated the east, Orlando not withstanding. Dom and Elijah had become cousins the same year and at first had slept in a tangle like puppies right up until Viggo had taken Dom as his attende.
In truth, they were all Viggo's. He fed from each of them periodically, like a stallion and his herd. But it was also true that he loved them, in his own odd and distant way. His humor was dry and self-effacing which was why he loved London and Dom and Billy.
Billy was no one's attende. And in a strange sense, everyone's. Billy wasn't like them. He was, something else apart. No one knew what for sure, but sometimes, he disappeared for a week and when he came back, that quirky laugh of his came back with him. Where he lost it to begin with was anyone's guess.
Viggo wouldn't talk about it but Billy and he would spend hours in the farthest ruined Salon, smoking those huge, stinking stogies while Billy drank whiskey and sometimes, black rum from an unmarked bottle. Dom was too restless to stay in a room that long and almost always ended up going out. On the roof or around town. Sometimes with Elijah.
Once, Dom and Elijah got busted for fucking in an alley near Kings Cross Station and it was a damn good thing that Dom had remembered his phone and wasn't too drunk to call for help. Viggo had listened quietly for the span of Dom's breathless appeal and told him to wait and hung up.
Two hours later, Viggo's solicitor, Ian, showed up with bail and escorted the two back to Everens, wordlessly, but with a slight smile. Elijah surpassed his own stultifying record by trying to seduce Ian in the back of the black taxi. The look on Elijah's face when Ian said no was something Dom laughed about for weeks.
"Fucking cunt." Elijah said and meant the both of them.
He had cause to regret those words later. And when Viggo was done with him, he couldn't sit for a week. Dom faired a little better. Only a little. Viggo gave him to Ian for two days. When he came back, he was much chastened.
~~~~~~~~~
The room was humid. God only knew why summers had gotten warmer in London, global warming or some shit like that. It made the nights sticky and thick and where their skin met, it made them slick with sweat. Orlando's hands twisted on the rail above his head, the highest rail of their bed, as Elijah rocked an agonizing rhythm straddling across Orlando's lap, hands flat on Orlando's chest.
"Now, Lij…please" Orlando pleaded. "God you're beautiful." The graceful column of Elijah's neck, wide as his jaw, beckoned him like a siren, the pounding of Elijah's pulse, her song. Orlando could feel the blood lust rising and now, even after months of trying, he could barely keep it in check.
Elijah looked down through lazy, pleasure soaked eyes at Orlando writhing under him and smiled his nasty fucking smile. "Yeah, do it…" he said, lips barely moving. He handed Orlando the knife.
Orlando unclenched one hand and took the small blade from Elijah's outstretched fingers, turned it in his hand and laid the point of the blade just under Elijah's nipple. Elijah's nostrils flared, his breath dragged in roughly and he nodded, rising and then falling heavily on Orlando's cock.
"Now, do it, Orli…now…" and his mouth opened wide as the knife sank into his flesh, carving a small crescent around the bottom half of his nipple. "Fuck…" He exhaled sharply and Orlando sat up straight, wrapped his arms around Elijah and lowered his mouth to the wound, sucking it greedily. Elijah wailed, his head dropped back and he plunged down frantically, chasing his climax and the need to back away from the pain.
Orlando's lips and tongue worked the small wound and Elijah's generous nipple, Elijah's cries crashing through him more strongly than any drug and Orlando came, pumping helplessly into his attende.
"Jesus, fuck…" Elijah said, softly as a prayer.
~~~~~~~~~~