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New: The Fight 1/1 (Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Series: The Mundanes
Title: The Fight
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Riley (we love her more than we can say!)
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we all wish they really were doing.
Summary: Elijah and Viggo have a fight.
Author's Notes: Yet another in the Mundane series, and the first story we have posted in far too long. I hope you enjoy!
Later, Viggo wondered whose loose tongue started the rumours that he was cheating on Elijah with Orlando. He reflected that if whoever saw the event in question had merely held his or her tongue or better yet, talked it over with Viggo and Orlando, a lot of grief could have been avoided.
Orlando had been more than slightly pissed that night, not to mention hormonal and lonely. So, when he threw himself naked on the napping Viggo, who had unwisely curled up in a quiet corner of Dom’s house and fallen asleep, and started kissing and fondling him, it was not really his fault. And when Viggo, used to sleeping with a cuddly and overly sensual hobbit and still mostly asleep, began to kiss and caress back, it was not really his fault, either. Once he woke up and discovered the reality of the situation, Viggo disentangled himself as gracefully as possible from the horny elf and offered him some friendly advice and a shoulder to cry on instead.
But try explaining that to a raging, unreasonable group of hobbits...
Elijah had been more than shocked when told that Orlando had been spotted kissing his boyfriend but he dismissed it as friendliness. They were all hugging and kissing each other all the time. When some friendly, helpful stunt guy passed him the picture of Viggo with a naked Orli in his lap it was a little hard to dismiss and he had to admit it hurt some. Dom and Billy seeing the photos was just bad timing but as they worked themselves into a fine lather about it all, Elijah couldn’t help but wonder, what if Viggo did want the lovely Orlando rather than his geeky self.
Elijah was so lost in his own introspection that he missed Dom and Billy marching away with the sole purpose to find Viggo and even more dangerously, taking the photos with them for Sean to see.
Now, Viggo was quite capable of taking on Dom or Billy or both of them at once, but one look at Astin’s face, and retreat became foremost in his mind. However, there was not really very far to retreat, and when Orlando bounced down the stairs behind him, looking rather happy because of their discussion, his fate was sealed.
Hobbits boxed both Ranger and elf into a small corner and started yelling. It was only a matter of time before others, hearing the fracas, began to congregate behind and around them. Viggo’s attempts to calm the irate hobbits were ineffectual over their yelling, and Orlando’s fresh bout of tears seemed rather to be a confession of guilt and utterly useless for defense purposes.
The muttering crowd began to get ugly, and Viggo looked desperately for someone to help him and Orlando out of the mess.
It was the ugly sound of an almost mob that finally caught Elijah’s attention and he stood up, going in search of who or what was making the noise. What he found was mob heading for his boyfriend and the crying elf. Taking a deep breath Elijah let out the loudest yell he could, “EVERYBODY JUST FREEZE!”
The noise died down, and all eyes turned toward Elijah. The crowd parted to let the injured party through, half-hoping for a scene.
Viggo sighed once in relief and glanced at Astin, hoping to go through the crowd and to the side of his boyfriend. Instead, he met with an unfriendly glare and thought better of moving.
“Elijah,” he said, hoping to draw him closer.
Elijah took several steps forward, but stopped more than an arm’s length away from his boyfriend. He eyed the crying Orli for several moments silently, then his gaze turned to Billy and Dom, then to Viggo and finally to Sean. Only then did his gaze sweep the crowd. “Ok people I’m gonna say this once... and then Viggo is going to start using his sword...” Elijah waited a heart beat for that to sink in, “Viggo, Orlando and Sean can stay... everyone else SCRAM!” Sean was only included because he knew no matter what he wanted Sean wouldn’t leave.
People lingered, unwilling to miss out on the fun. However, Viggo began to look menacingly at them, perfectly happy to whip out Narsil and hack off a few heads. Everyone began to back off, heading toward the exits.
Astin huffed a breath and looked at Elijah, muttering, “I told you dating him would only lead to trouble.”
Dom nodded his agreement and looked at Elijah. “Come on, Doodle, let us stay. Hobbit solidarity and all!”
Elijah turned his most determined expression towards his friends even as he said, “Be quiet Sean.” And then he said even more firmly to Dom and Billy, “Leave,” pointing at the door.
Billy nodded once, being older and wiser, and took Dom by the arm, hauling him firmly out of the room. He protested all the way, yelling a last few choice words as they disappeared around a corner.
Viggo sighed and looked at Elijah. “Can you let Orlando sit down and calm down?” he asked gently.
Elijah nodded and said, “I’m going to get a drink... you...” he waved a hand at Orli, “You just... just take a moment, ok?” And he walked out of the room, a single look at Sean making it clear that he was expected to follow.”
Orli burst into fresh tears, blubbering into his hands and Viggo’s shirt.
Astin glared angrily at Viggo for a moment, before following Elijah out of the room. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find out why the hell I was just shown a picture of my boyfriend with a naked Orli in his lap, kissing and fondling him?” Elijah’s tone was stuck somewhere between angry and frightened. He found his water bottle and drank almost half of it in one long swallow. “Is that ok?” There was a true sardonic twist to Elijah’s question.
“So, we’re finding out about it by leaving the room?” Astin asked, a little grumpy still, but trying to ease his feelings so he could comfort Elijah.
Meanwhile, Viggo managed to comfort Orlando a little and get him sitting in a comfy chair. He sat next to him and waited for Elijah, more than slightly worried.
“There is no point trying to find anything out while Orli’s sobbing... but I really don’t think I could stand there while Viggo calmed him down right now.” Elijah took a deep breath, finished his water and leant against Astin. “Please let this be... a prank or something.” He stayed there for a long moment before nodding and straightening, going back into the other room and looking at his boyfriend.
Viggo looked at Elijah and then at Astin, before looking back at Elijah. “This is all a ridiculous misunderstanding.”
Elijah nodded. “So... explain it to me?”
“Well, you know I’ve been up all night, working on night sequences. I was really tired and found a place to nap-”
“I just really wanted somebody to be with, and Viggo looked so inviting just lying there, and I’ve always wanted him,” Orlando babbled suddenly and then burst into tears again.
Elijah’s eyes opened wide and he pressed his lips together hard, trying to control himself before suddenly and without warning his ‘professional’ face took over, no emotion showing what so ever, his best coping mechanism. “So... you stripped and started molesting him?” There was no nasty tone, in fact it was spoken in a very neutral tone, but it was still an unpleasant question.
“Don’t,” Viggo said quietly to Elijah. “It’s not really up to you to be mad at him.” He patted Orlando on the back gently.
“I’m sorry, but he decided to try and steal the man I happen to be in love with... I think I have as much right as anyone else to be angry.” Elijah didn’t look away from Viggo all of sudden. “Particularly when the person wanting to do the stealing is meant to be a good friend.”
“Stealing wasn’t really what he had in mind... in fact, I think it’s safe to say he really didn’t have anything in mind...except a bit too much alcohol.” He held Elijah’s gaze firmly. “And I hope you know, I never want to leave you and certainly never cheat on you.”
“I did until someone shoved those pictures under my nose... and Viggo? Shut up please, I want to hear what Orli has to say, not what you have to say on his behalf. Being protective of him right now is not really what I want to see you being.” He held Viggo’s gaze, for a moment letting his confusion and hurt show, and then his love. But he did want answers from Orlando.
Viggo narrowed his eyes back at Elijah and glared at him, everything but cold anger fading.
Orlando hiccupped over a few more sobs, trying to make sense of the situation through his alcohol and pity soaked brain. “Wh- what?”
Elijah looked down at Orli for a long moment before he shook his head. “He’s too bloody drunk to know what he’s saying.” Elijah threw his hands up in the air and cursed, a steady stream of profanities, not once repeating himself for a good two minutes.
Orlando understood the intentions behind the yelling and swearing, even if he really did not quite get what was going on. “Didn’t mean any harm... lonely... Viggo so nice to me... pretty...” His sobs and hiccups combined into something unintelligible.
“Ok, right, I’m going to take Orlando home now. We can talk about this when Orlando is sober and everyone else is feeling more reasonable.” Viggo helped the sobbing man up by the arm.
The swearing had helped, Elijah felt a lot calmer and he sighed. “Take me home too, Viggo... I’d much rather they think we’re having some sort of strange threesome than you’ve gone home with Orli.” He sighed again, “We can talk once he’s home.”
“Oh no, you told me to shut up, and that’s what I plan to do for tonight. I’m going to take him home and spend the night at Bean’s. You can call him later to make sure I’m not lying, if you want.” Viggo supported almost all of Orlando’s weight, as the man still shook with sobs.
Elijah flinched back rather violently at Viggo’s rejection of his offer/request/peace offering and he stared at him, hurt written across his face for a moment before he turned away, anger blazing up again, a poor cover for the pain.
Astin glared at both of them now. “I’ll take Orlando home. I even promise to get him there in one piece and not grill him.” He snagged Orlando by one arm and looked at Viggo.
Viggo stared at Astin for a long moment and then released Orlando. “Take Ian with you, would you, and try not to let everyone else kill him. It was a fiasco... a mistake... that’s all.”
Astin grunted at him and gestured toward Elijah with a jerk of his head, before hauling the hapless elf away.
Elijah was staring out the window at Dom’s back garden. He couldn’t see much, it was fairly dark out there, but he breathed deeply, trying to control the hurt blooming somewhere under his heart. He knew Viggo was still there, and that Sean was gone, but after Viggo’s comment he just didn’t know what to say.
Viggo turned back toward Elijah and stood there silently for a long moment. “I’m sorry for what I said... actually, I’m sorry any of this ever happened.”
“That’s something we can both agree on.” Elijah said softly, voice full of all sorts of repressed emotions.
“He was drunk and acted foolishly, that’s all. He wasn’t really trying to molest me or hurt you or anything. Just a bit too much of the hard stuff Dom serves and loneliness. And the unfortunate person who happened to have a camera.”
“I still wanna punch him in the nose for kissing and groping you,” Elijah admitted softly.
“Its not like I enjoyed myself,” Viggo said. “I mean, I responded when I was still asleep and thought it was you, but once I realized... well, then I just needed to find out what was wrong with Orli. It never occurred to me to be mad at him.”
“Maybe you’re a better man than me, Viggo,” Elijah said softly. “But seeing that picture hurt, and ... I’m only human, I guess I wanted to hurt him back.”
“It hurt me that you believed what you saw without letting me explain first. And telling me to shut up...” Viggo stepped closer and touched the back of Elijah’s neck questioningly.
“I... I was praying it was some sort of a prank gone wrong... and when I realised he... he did it... deliberately. He saw you, stripped and climbed on top of you... and you were defending him...” Elijah sighed and leant back against Viggo’s chest, letting the base of his skull rest in the hollow of Viggo’s shoulder, “I couldn’t hear you protecting him right then.”
“I understand. I just... well, I had the benefit of talking things through with him a bit. And then, all of a sudden, we were surrounded by a bunch of angry, unreasonable people... He fell to pieces and that left me to prevent his being hurt.” His arm snaked around Elijah’s waist to settle a hand on a thin hip. “Do you understand?”
“Not much at the moment, honestly.” Elijah turned his head so his forehead was pressed against Viggo’s neck. “I’m not exactly completely sober myself.” He sighed deeply and snuggled back against Viggo, finding comfort in their stance. “Take me home?”
“All right. Do Gremlin and I end up on the couch tonight?” he asked, gently steering Elijah for the door. He managed to maneuver them down the back steps and away from the hobbits and others still awaiting some sort of scene.
“If I have any say in the matter, no fucking way.” Elijah’s voice was soft, “I don’t sleep well unless you are there, Vig... you know this!” Elijah was quite happy to avoid everyone, muttering under his breath, “Vultures.”
“Drunk vultures that will be ashamed tomorrow and are really concerned with your happiness more than anything else.” He poured Elijah into the car and climbed in after him. “Come on now, buckle up.”
Elijah sighed and buckled up, looking across at Viggo, “I do love you, you know.”
“Yes, I know. You wouldn’t have been so upset with me if you didn’t love me so much. And you wouldn’t have been so into the idea of killing Orli, either.” Viggo reached across and rubbed Elijah’s knee, before pulling out and heading home.
“Don’t wanna kill him... maybe just... I don’t know... flay him around the edges for thinking he could put the moves on my man.” Elijah sighed deeply. “For... for making me doubt the trust I had for him.”
“He wasn’t really thinking, that’s what I meant. He was drunk and acting purely on instinct and not really clear instinct at that...” Viggo touched Elijah’s cheek with one finger, before returning his focus to the road. “I think you’re more upset that he made you doubt me.”
“That too.” Elijah muttered, not wanting to think about the world of hurt that had washed through him and he sighed very deeply. “I want my kitten.”
“Well, I am sure she will be happy to see you, too.” Viggo kept his eyes straight ahead, though his hands tightened on the wheel. “Of course, it hurt that you doubted me.”
Elijah reached out to lay his hand over Viggo’s on the wheel and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad. I thought... well, I was afraid for a few moments there when you first marched up to me.” Viggo pulled up at their house and into the driveway. He held out his hand to Elijah, waiting for the other man to take or reject the offer.
Elijah took it without question, sliding across the front seat to exit the driver’s side door, leaning against Viggo. “Love you.” It was all he said as they headed for the house, their house.
“Let’s get you your kitten and then I’m going to call Bean and Ian.” Viggo smiled a little at Elijah. “And then we can cuddle, if you want?”
“Viggo... I’m not going to turn you away you know.” He said it softly, but with honest emotion. “I don’t think I could... but I want the contact even more right now.”
“A little reassurance even now that I love you?” Viggo leaned down and kissed Elijah gently.
“Maybe to reassure you that I love you?” Elijah gave Viggo another kiss and nibbled at his lover’s lower lip softly. “Lots of snuggles because that’s what we do... and a drunken fool of an elf isn’t going to change that?”
Viggo nodded once and kissed him again. He opened the door and called, “Gremlin, come here, Lij wants ya!”
The soft sound of scampering paws reached them from down the hall, and a small fuzzy ball of grey fur appeared from around the corner. She headed straight for Elijah, mewing loudly.
Elijah laughed softly and caught the cat who launched herself at his chest, grinning as he petting her, her demanding meows and thunderous purring calming perfectly. “Hello baby girl! Did you miss us little Gremlin of trouble?
She kneaded his arm and squeaked in response.
Viggo laughed and scritched her ears for a second, before heading for the phone. “I’m going to make sure Orli got home in one piece and then call Bean. I’ll have him run interference for us tomorrow. A little growling from him should ensure that we at least get our say before they pounce.”
Elijah nodded. “I’ll make hot chocolate...” He pressed a kiss to the nape of Viggo’s neck as he walked by, setting Gremlin up on his shoulders so he could work. He tried to ignore the phone conversation, making them a couple of sandwiches as well as the drinks, not going back into the living room until Viggo had finished his conversation.
Setting down the phone, contented that Orlando had gotten home without injury, Viggo dialed Bean and talked with him for several moments about the whole situation. He hung up feeling much better and settled on to the couch. “Gremlin, come to big daddy.”
With a loud squeak, she leaped off Elijah and charged for the sofa, recognizing the play voice.
Elijah laughed he always did when Viggo used that name for himself and watched Virgo and the kitten play, putting Viggo’s mug up near were he was sitting to protect it from the playful cat and man. “Careful of the drinks, Vig.” He took a long sip of the rich warm liquid and sighed in pleasure.
Gremlin rolled on her back, lying on Viggo’s chest, and batted wildly at his hands.
“I’ll be careful,” Viggo promised. “Want to come to me?” He held out his free hand to Elijah.
Elijah slide across the couch until he was snuggled into Viggo’s side happily. He took a bite from a sandwich before holding it up to Viggo in offering.
Viggo awkwardly took a bite, eating quickly before Gremlin could snag a bite. “Thank you.” He wrapped an arm around Elijah and stroked his back and sides.
Gremlin flopped on her side and began to purr. Her eyes fluttered shut, even as she stretched out her paws to rest them on Elijah’s arm.
Elijah patted Gremlin with one hand as he fed them both the sandwich. “Welcome.” When the sandwich was done he offered Viggo a sip from his mug. There was something so... thrilling and yet comforting at the casual intimacy of sharing their food.
Viggo polished off his half of the sandwich and smiled. “We’re a family, aren’t we?” He paused and then asked softly, “Elijah, would you marry me?”
“In a heart beat.” Elijah said without even a fraction of a second’s hesitation.
“Um... did we just... uh... did we get engaged?” Viggo turned to look at Elijah with open wonder.
Elijah leant over until his lips where millimeters from Viggo’s. “You bet your beautiful ass we did. YOU ASKED... I’m never letting go of you now.”
Viggo pulled Elijah’s mouth to his and kissed him thoroughly. “I never want to let go of you, either. Now, we just need to plan our wedding. You’re the bride!”
“Viggo? Do you see breasts?” Elijah asked rather placidly.
“Just little nipples that I do love, even though they are not as sensitive as my own.” Viggo brushed his fingers over Elijah’s chest, still clothed. He also scratched the base of Gremlin’s ears.
Elijah sighed pleasantly at the contact that would have had Viggo jumping out of his skin if made without warning. “I happen to be exceedingly fond of your nipples, love.” He kissed Viggo’s hand.
“Fond of the fact that they are like live wires attached to my nerves, through which you can control me.” Viggo nuzzled Elijah’s neck and kissed lazily.
“And you don’t treat my navel the same way?” Elijah asked with a grin. “I know... instead of exchanging rings for our fingers... I’ll get my belly button pierced and you can pierce one of your nipples.”
“I don’t think I could stand to have a needle in my nipple even for a fraction of a second to pierce. And wearing a ring in there all the time...” Viggo shuddered a little and shook his head in a gesture of no. “But perhaps, we can be less traditional in our exchange of symbols. Bracelets?”
Elijah winced, “I hadn’t thought how painful the process would be for you... I agree... no piercing your lovely nipples.” He smiled and brushed his hand very, very lightly over Viggo’s chest. “Bracelets could work...” He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, “Earrings?”
“I’d be willing to pierce an ear for you. More than willing.” Viggo lazily found one of Elijah’s ear lobes and sucked.
From Viggo’s chest, Gremlin mewled sleepily and blinked a little at them.
“And we need to find a way to include our little girl, too.”
“We can tie the rings to her collar and she can be the ring bearer?” Elijah giggled and sighed, petting his lover and cat at the same time.
“I think she might lead everyone on a merry chase around, enjoying keeping the rings away from dads and friends. Still, we could try. She might come to us when we call her.” Viggo rubbed Gremlin’s fur gently and tickled her nose.
Elijah giggled at the mental image of all the guests running around after Gremlin trying to get their rings while he and Viggo just laughed.
“Why do I have the feeling you like that idea?” Viggo asked with a little snort. ..
“It is amusing at least.” He grinned and offered Viggo the mug of chocolate again. “But perhaps a little stressful on the guests?”
“Well, no reason to have only us being stressed. We could spread it around a little. Perhaps, she can just sit on your shoulder and purr through the wedding.”
“Now that’s possible... she does love sitting on our shoulders... although you might find she climbs from me to you and back again several times...” It was one of her best tricks.
“That would be perfect. Another way to show how truly joined we are.” Viggo tickled Gremlin’s tummy, waking her enough to mew and nibble at his fingers.
“What about Henry? I assume you would want him involved, too?” Elijah asked suddenly, his mind going to their families.
“I think he’ll enjoy just sitting in the stands, watching us get hitched. He loves you... especially since you play video games.”
“And I can beat him,” Elijah added. “That seemed to awe him the most... his dad’s boyfriend not only plays video games, but can beat him.”
“And didn’t you make sure to let him know...” Viggo chuckled and shook his head. “That little victory dance of yours... thank goodness Henry took it better than Dom.”
Elijah laughed, “And when he beats me, I do the dance for him! As you’ve seen!” His laugh was warm and he kissed Viggo. “Dom’s just a sore loser!!”
“I don’t know... he was graceful about losing you.” Viggo chewed a small patch of skin just above Elijah’s collar almost lazily. “I can’t wait to see their faces tomorrow.”
“I think they might be a little confused,” Elijah commented. “And he didn’t lose me... he never had me. He may have wanted, but... I didn’t.”
“He lost you in the sense that he tried to win your heart and failed. I am not sure he has ever truly gotten over his resentment of me for that. And do not bring up Billy, for you know as well as I that he shall never stay with Dom.”
“You don’t know that, Viggo... their bond is deeper than people realise. They could just make it a long way,” Elijah answered softly, but sadly, he was pretty sure Viggo was right.
Viggo angled a little to try to get a better access to Elijah, but Gremlin squeaked in protest at the movement and smacked him softly with her paw. “Little brat.”
Elijah moved Gremlin from between them, petting her as he bared his throat to Viggo. “I thought I was the brat in this family?”
“She takes after you in that respect,” Viggo said. He rolled on his side, now that he was free of Gremlin, and began to kiss and bite gently at the bare skin. His hand slid under the t-shirt and brushed over the bare skin of his stomach.
Elijah gasped and arched into Viggo’s caresses, the sound mutating into a needy groan, “Tease.” He sighed happily and tried to bare even more of his throat to Viggo’s teeth and lips. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I won’t be teasing for long.” He opened Elijah’s collar a little to carefully make a hickey on his collarbone. “Going to make you happy.”
“Too late love, you already do.” Elijah put the kitten on the couch beside him so could slide his hands into Viggo’s hair, down to caress his neck and nape. “How I love you.”
Viggo used the new access to slide his upper torso over Elijah’s and suck on his lips hungrily. He also pushed Elijah’s shirt up more to slide his hands over more of the sensitive skin.
Gremlin let out what could only be described as a huffing noise and stalked off the couch, heading for her basket to sulk.
“I think... we’re in trouble with Gremlin...” Elijah gasped out between kisses, hands now caressing up and down Viggo’s back eagerly, sliding under clothes to find warm, well loved skin.
“We always are when we get like this. She’ll forgive us later, after we pamper her for a few hours.” He licked and nipped and sucked at the lovely neck, before deciding to move on. Sitting up a little, he tugged Elijah’s shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, before removing his own.
Elijah’s fingers went directly to Viggo’s nipples. He couldn’t help himself, they were already playing with the sensitive little nubs even as he lowered his mouth to suck on one.
As always, Viggo reacted as if lightening had struck him right in the nerves. His brain short-circuited and fused into a tangle of jumbled, useless neurons. He gripped Elijah’s head with two hands, ruffling his hair thoughtlessly. “Yes,” he hissed. “Elijah... please...”
“Please what, baby?” Elijah muttered as he moved to suckle at the other nipple, nibbling and biting, licking and sucking, basically using his mouth, teeth and tongue in everyway he could to tease and pleasure his lover. His fingers played with the nipple that his mouth didn’t and he tried hard to give both nipples the same sensation at the same time.
Elijah said something, but the words were no more than a buzz of white noise in Viggo’s head. He could do nothing but clutch uselessly at Elijah’s hair and moan with increasing loudness. Finally, he rolled them both hard off the sofa with a crash to the floor.
Elijah would have cursed but the impact with the floor drove the air from his lungs for several long moments. He laid his cheek against Viggo’s chest as he panted, trying to regain some control before starting to torture his lover, in the best way of course.
Struggling to his feet, Viggo offered a hand to Elijah. “You should know better than to do that to me on such a narrow surface. I’m dangerous.”
Elijah took Viggo’s hand and smiled in thanks for the help up. “Thanks, babe.” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s chest, directly over Viggo’s heart and smiled. “Is it my or your turn to feed the kitty?”
“I’ll do that if you will run us a hot bath.” Viggo shimmied nimbly out of his pants and tossed them over the sofa, winking once at Elijah as he headed for Gremlin’s food.
As soon as the sound of food entering her bowl filled the air, Gremlin charged into the kitchen and dove in.
Elijah grabbed their clothes and threw them into the washing hamper in the laundry before heading to their bedroom and the bathroom. He smiled at the huge tub as he turned the taps on, starting it filling. A thoughtful look crossed his face as he nodded and added some subtly scented bath oil, sandalwood, one of they favorites. He then stashed some unscented oil nearby for other purposes. Back into the bedroom he turned down the bed and turned the nightstand lights on, casting a romantic glow. With a smile he headed back into the bathroom with a handful of candles.
“Mmm, fancy,” Viggo said, entering the room with a smile. He now wore nothing but a smile, as he leaned against the door frame. “But before you jump me, please give my nipples a respite for awhile. I’d like this to last...”
“Aww...” Elijah pouted just a little as he lit the last candle. “Ok, babe.” Elijah straightened and offered Viggo a warm smile of his own. “You’re so fucking sexy.” And he held his arms open to his lover.
“Well, in turn, I am going to lay off your bellybutton for awhile.” He walked into his arms and kissed Elijah tenderly and with true love. “I am sexy, aren’t I?”
“Sexiest person I have ever seen.” Elijah meant it, too. He wrapped his arms back around Viggo and gave him a kiss in return that tried to express his own deep love.
“Sounds heavenly...” Elijah kissed Viggo’s chin before stepping into the bath and after checking the water levels he turned the taps off.
Viggo leaned over and looked into the bath. “Shall I sit in your lap then?”
“Do you want to?” Elijah sat and scooted back against the tub, patting the water in invitation.
“I’m not sure I trust you with my back turned,” Viggo said with a mock sigh.
Elijah laughed softly. “So... don’t turn your back.” He opened his armss to his lover, “Come on... I want to have my arms around you.”
Viggo stepped into the tub and let his feet slide in next to Elijah’s hips and ass. He leaned against the opposite side of the tub and smiled across at his lover.
“You’re a little far away for hugging you know, Vig...” Elijah half complained.
“Well, you can always come over to me,” Viggo invited with a little flick of his long tongue at Elijah.
Elijah grinned at Viggo and slowly got up to his knees and then crawled the few feet that separated them, draping himself against Viggo’s chest.
“Hello, love.” He traced Elijah’s lips with a lazy tongue. “Shall I be Viggo Wood, then?”
“I don’t know... do you want to be?” Elijah cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. “Elijah Mortensen....”
“I wouldn’t mind taking your name,” Viggo said, following his head tilt so he could keep pressing slow kisses to Elijah’s mouth.
Elijah returned the kisses softly, thinking about their names, muttering, “Wood-Mortensen?”
“That’s kind of long to fit on things, don’t you think? Gremlin Wood-Mortensen does have a ring to it, though.” Viggo nodded thoughtfully as he chewed on Elijah’s ear.
Elijah shivered pleasantly, arching against Viggo and rubbing wetly against his chest. “It does sound good, doesn’t it.” Elijah’s expression grew thoughtful again and he looked at Viggo.
Like a big cat, Viggo rubbed back, his hands reaching down to run gently over Elijah’s burgeoning erection. He stroked softly, just barely stimulating the hard flesh.
Elijah purred pleasantly, nibbling at Viggo’s neck softly. “Viggo... do... would you considered... um... another child?”
“A child? You want to be a father, Elijah?” He stilled his hands and pulled his fiancé closer.
“Don’t know... I’ve thought about it some... but I’ve not made any firm choices about it or anything... but I wondered... if we really are going to get married, then I wondered if another child was part of that for you.”
“A little girl might be nice. But only if you want to be a papa, too.” He settled his chin in Elijah’s hair. “I could be happy with you and Gremlin only.”
“She would be our child... if we had one Viggo...” He said it softly, he was obviously thinking about it quite hard.
“Maybe you ought to give our marriage a few years first. Lots of time to think it over.” Viggo nuzzled the neck and shoulders of his Elijah, before kissing the same skin.
“Not planning on rushing... but one thing does come to mind... I guess it’s part of the age difference thing... you’re not exactly a spring chicken... Even if we had a child now right... you’d be in your sixties when she was twenty.”
Viggo huffed and gave Elijah a little push away. “I know much older men who have young children.”
Elijah didn’t let himself be pushed. “And you are the kind of active person who would be a great Dad at any age I think... That doesn’t mean you WANT to be.”
“Well, we don’t need to be parents to anyone more than Gremlin and maybe some other kittens.” Viggo tickled Elijah’s navel once.
Elijah stilled Viggo’s hand with one of his own and said softly, “It’s ok for you to say no, you don’t want another child. Or... yes, but within a certain time frame... I know it’s not all going to be resolved tonight... but it’s something to think about.”
Sighing, Viggo rested even more against the tub. “I can see you do want a serious talk, if you’re going to stop me touching you.”
“You’re the one who asked me to marry you...” Elijah said softly, “I guess it’d got me thinking about our future.”
“I do want to marry you.” Viggo sighed and reached for the plug. “Come on, let’s get out of the tub. It’s not really the place for a serious discussion.”
Elijah stopped Viggo’s hand. “Why not? It’s warm and comfortable... and you want to make love, not have serious discussion. I’m sorry.”
“And you want to have a serious discussion. I just can’t have one in the bath tub with you in my arms.”
“I didn’t think I’d react this way you know... Even when I imagined you asking I was fairly sure I’d be begging you to make love to me by now...” he blushed suddenly, he’d never told Viggo about those thoughts before.
“You wanted me to ask you?” Viggo let the water drain slowly from the tub and then reached for a big, fluffy towel. With gentle hands, he began to dry Elijah.
“Yeah,” Elijah said softly, his blush deepening a little, “I did.” He leant into the hands drying him and sighed at the lovely caresses.
“Well, it’s a good thing I did then, because I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.” Viggo stood and gently pulled Elijah with him. He wrapped the towel fully around the smaller man.
Elijah followed Viggo’s lead, a smile curving his lips up gently. “I love you.” It was the only thing he could say.
“I love you, too, Elijah. Don’t know how it happened or even when it happened exactly, but I cannot live without you now.” Viggo stepped out of the tub and snagged a towel of his own.
Elijah carefully tucked his towel around his waist and took Viggo’s, starting to dry his lover just as he had been. “That is a feeling I know well. I cannot live without you any more.”
“Lucky me. And lucky you, too.” He let Elijah pat him dry and then kissed the other man. “Where shall we have our discussion? Probably somewhere I can’t touch you and be distracted.”
“Maybe we should have it another time?” Elijah glanced over at the clock on the night stand and sighed. “Considering it’s rather late?”
“So, to bed then. Sleep and rest up for tomorrow. We have to confront everyone and tell them the good news. Once we make sure they don’t tear me apart for cheating on you.”
“You should called Henry... he... he should be the first person we tell.” Elijah said suddenly.
“Not now. It’s the middle of the night where he is. He won’t mind not knowing until later. Besides, what about your mother and sister?”
“He’s your son... We’ll call him in the morning...” Elijah dropped his towel over a chair and then crawled up onto the bed. “We’ll call them after.”
Tossing the towel into the hamper, Viggo crawled on the bed like a stalking tiger. He curled up by the pillows and called, “Gremlin! Bed time!”
With a squeak and a little leap, Gremlin landed on the bed and headed for her space on the pillows.
Elijah waited until Viggo was lying down and draped himself over his lover with a sigh of pleasure. “Our family.”
Gremlin placed a paw on each of them and settled her head on the pillows to sleep. Her rumbling purr indicated pleasant dreams.
“It’s not traditional, but it’s a family nonetheless.” He kissed Elijah’s forehead and then one on Gremlin’s. “I thought we’d make love, too,” he confessed after a moment.
Elijah smiled at his lover and slowly rocked his hips, rubbing his navel against Viggo’s and his chest against Viggo’s nipples. “Night’s not over yet.”
“What, in front of the baby? I thought that was against your beliefs.” Viggo hissed a little and reached for Elijah’s ass, squeezing possessively.
Elijah kept moving, grinding slowly, even as he carefully pulled the sheet up over Gremlin’s head and grinned at Viggo, “What she doesn’t see won’t traumatize her.”
“You are the silliest creature,” Viggo purred, snuggling Elijah on top of him. He settled his hands on the firm curves of his ass and pulled him closer.
"I love you, too," Elijah whispered as they moved against each other gently, lovingly. The smooth sweet friction between them slowly starting to turn his bones to nothing and his eyes almost glowed in the faint light, "So very much."
"And I love you, little Elijah. My dear, sweet fiancé." He reached between them to stroke Elijah lightly, just cupping the hard flesh in his fingers and letting it slide.
Elijah moaned at the caress, head dropping to Viggo's chest to start placing nibbling kisses to the broad expanses of skin. He didn't avoid Viggo's nipples, but he was yet to concentrate his efforts on them.
"Go ahead, love, I know you want to," Viggo rumbled, arching up with his chest to invite Elijah to his favorite targets.
"Oh and you don't?" But he didn't wait any longer, taking one of those wonderfully sweet nubs into his mouth and sucking lightly.
Viggo shuddered and sighed, settling his hands deep into Elijah's hair. He shut his eyes and let Elijah take the lead, murmuring encouragement and soft obscenities in a mix of Danish, Spanish and English.
Elijah smiled at the whisperings, he understood much more of it now than he had the first time he'd heard those sounds, although the Danish was still fairly strange sounding to his ears. "I love those mutterings, Viggo..." He kept moving between the two nipples, keeping his caresses gentle and loving.
"Jeg elske jer, allerkærest Elijah. Hvor du er lige ved, jeg kunne knap og nap mene, for slet ikke at tale om indtale. Indslag mig. Elske mig." Viggo pressed kisses to Elijah's face and neck, before surrendering again to the sparks and small earthquakes traveling along his nerves.
Making a note to himself that he really needed to find out what that all meant, Elijah went back to grinding against Viggo as he continued to nibble and play with the blood engorged bundle of nerves that graced Viggo's chest.
The noises escaping Viggo now resembled no language whatsoever, but indicated his eminent explosion if Elijah continued his attentions. His hands fell from Elijah's body to twist into the sheets tightly. He nearly tore them apart, as his nipples began to shriek with pleasured-pained sensation.
Those same noises were like a fire running along his nerve endings, sending Elijah higher and higher until his own state was that of almost overwhelmed arousal. It was amazing and intense, and for them... completely normal. With a sudden gasp Elijah lifted his head and whispered, "Need you... inside me."
"Hvad gjorde jer sige?" Viggo murmured, not really understanding anything going on. His brain felt fuzzy and completely fogged up with pleasure.
Elijah realized somewhere in the dimness of his mind that Viggo was in no position to do much by lay there so he grabbed the lube himself. He stretched and lubed himself as quickly as he could before a slick hand wrapped around Viggo, preparing the other man as well. A moment later Elijah was lowering himself onto Viggo's erection with a blissful sigh.
Viggo hissed once at Elijah and shook his head a little. "Won't last," he said clearly. "Other way?"
"And I will?" Elijah didn't move on Viggo, but settled down until they were lying against each other once more and he started nibbling at Viggo's nipples again, his navel pressing and stroking deliciously against the most sensitive skin on his body.
Viggo growled once and rolled them over carefully. He pushed himself up on his elbows to help keep his nipples out of Elijah's range. Instead, he distracted Elijah by kissing him firmly and with a lot of tongue. His hips thrust slowly, though he knew that would not last long. One hand crept down to stroke Elijah firmly.
Elijah thrashed under Viggo, his legs lifting to wrap around Viggo, opening himself up more for this lover, hands stroking up and down Viggo's back, moaning at the all encompassing pleasure. He wasn't but a few strokes away from climaxing into Viggo's hand and the frantic nature of his movements communicated that to his lover.
Their bodies knew each other so well and were so linked that Elijah's impending climax triggered the same for Viggo. His insides constricted into one solid wave of pleasure, as his hips sped up into an almost crazed bucking. Twisting his head, he sunk his teeth into Elijah's tendon as he spilled deep inside his lover.
This in turn sent Elijah into his own climax, pleasure so intense it felt like his whole body had exploded and he screamed Viggo’s name as he was undone. Spots danced before his eyes until he could see nothing and all he could feel was the pleasure.
Viggo relaxed, breathing hard and letting his forehead rest on Elijah's shoulder. He panted carefully, trying to get himself under control. "I love you so much, Elijah. Too much sometimes."
A little squeak sounded, and Gremlin peeked out from under the sheets. She trembled slightly in nervousness from all the noise and activity by her parents.
Elijah ran his trembling fingers through Viggo's hair. "I love you, too, Viggo. Makes my heart want to explode sometimes." He turned his head towards Gremlin. "We woke the baby..." And he reached over with on hand, petting her softly, even as he was petting Viggo.
Gremlin purred and emerged fully to try and find a place to sit next to her two papas. She finally settled near Elijah's head and kneaded the pillow.
Viggo eased out of Elijah and kissed his forehead once. He kept his body resting lightly on his lover, reaching up to tickle and scritch Gremlin's ears and then her belly.
Elijah whimpered softly at Viggo's loss but didn't complain, just pressed soft kisses to Viggo's neck as they both petted Gremlin. "It's ok little one." He frowned at her just a touch. "Maybe we did traumatize her?"
She rolled over on her back to give Viggo more access to her belly and chewed lightly on his fingers.
"Yes, look at the little traumatized girl." Viggo tickled her more, until she wildly pounded his hand with her back legs. He looked back at Elijah and took his upper lip between gentle teeth to tug on, before switching to his pouty lower lip.
Elijah laughed into their kiss and relaxed. "Looks like she's recovered." He giggled and kissed Viggo's chin. "I feel good."
"I'm glad to hear it, Elijah. Earlier this evening, I feared things might not work out too well." He scooted down a little and twisted his torso so he could kiss the small indent on Elijah's tummy.
Gremlin objected loudly to losing Viggo's hand, but rolled over to chew on Elijah's hair instead.
"It was perhaps not the best start..." Elijah shivered and rocked towards Viggo's mouth, "But I think we recovered it nicely."
Viggo tongued the outer rim with careful precision, making sure to use only the very tip of his long tongue. He braced Elijah's hips to keep him from bucking wildly.
"Viggo!!" Elijah growled, hips trying to break his lover's hold and he whimpered deep in his throat, "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
Lifting his head and raising an eyebrow, Viggo growled, "You got to attack my nipples unencumbered, so why shouldn't I get a crack at you?"
"Because.... if... if you keep doing it... I'm gonna want another... another round..." Elijah looked at Viggo with an expression of pure love. "You drive me crazy... you know that don't you?"
Viggo sat back on his haunches, letting Elijah see his entire body, including the fact that he would be ready for more, too. "Better cover up Gremlin's eyes again." He traced the small, damp navel with one finger.
Elijah looked Viggo up and down and moaned deeply, "So god damned sexy." He smiled before asking softly, "Make love to me some more?"
Viggo readjusted his body, kneeing open Elijah's legs a little more to give himself access again. However, he first leaned down to gently, slowly nuzzle, lick and chew on Elijah's stomach, working his way toward the most sensitive area. When he reached the small navel and ran his tongue over it in a broad swath, he re-entered the tempting body at the same time.
Elijah keened at the duel assault on his body, arching towards Viggo, trying to move in two different directions at once. "Viggo!" His fingers started kneading the muscles of Viggo's shoulder and neck, running through his hair, everything he could touch from this position he did.
The keen made Viggo smile and slide back up to kiss his lover sweetly and with length. This time, he had more control and moved slowly, easily, taking his time inside Elijah's body. Never forgetting his lover's pleasure, he reached down to gently stroke and tend to his erection.
Elijah whimpered and thrust his hips up to encourage the hand stroking him, but a moment later they ground down to encourage the hardness deep within him. There was too much pleasure coming at him from different directions to control the need to buck this way and that.
"Hush, little Elijah," Viggo purred gently. He rested back on his knees again and stroked Elijah more firmly, keeping his own hips still for the moment. "What do you want, Elijah?"
"You," Elijah gasped out. "It's all and everything. You... want you... need you. Love you."
"You always say that," Viggo said with a slight huff of a breath. He began to move inside Elijah again, using his thin hips as leverage. "Touch me?"
"It's always true." Elijah reached out and stroked his hand over Viggo's chest, carefully circling around Viggo's nipples several times before brushing his thumbs over both at the same time. "I love touching you... and you touching me... touching is good."
Viggo rumbled in delight like a big cat and moved against the touches. He leaned down to kiss Elijah and give him even more access to his nipples. The hands on his hips slid down to hold his ass and squeeze possessively.
Elijah moaned in pleasure, he loved it when Viggo's touch got possessive and he let his fingers get inventive, stroking and caressing. At times his hands wandered away from Viggo's nipples but they always came back.
Viggo bit Elijah's neck gently and then rubbed his nose in the same spot. "You smell good, like musk and heat and you."
"You smell like home... and love." Elijah smiled. "And sex... like us... warm and hot and mine." Elijah tugged lightly at Viggo's nipples as he spoke.
The tugs made Viggo snarl and buck hard into his lover. He settled into a hard, fast, punishing rhythm, lifting Elijah off the bed with each thrust. "Jeg elske jer Elijah. Jeg har savnet hen til gifte jer siden JEG først lagde øjne oven på jer. Er den halvtosset hen til skride sammen kærlighed ved første blik? Måske altså , men jeg gjorde , afsindig , hos jer."
Elijah couldn't understand anything any more, all he could do was keep tugging as Viggo rode him hard, panting and crying out to him, head thrashing against the pillow, hips rising to meet Viggo's every thrust. He felt the heat pooling low in his belly and knew he wasn't going to take this pounding for long, he was going to come.
Entwining his hands with Elijah's, he stretched them over Elijah's head. Viggo kept them held down, as he kept working inside Elijah. His mouth settled on his lover's, sucking on his lower lip.
Elijah trembled beneath him, legs wrapping high around Viggo's hips, drawing his lover into his body eagerly. He was murmuring into their kiss words of love and desire, need and emotions.
"Come for me," Viggo murmured into his ear. "Come for me, little Elijah."
Elijah's eyes flew open and he threw his head back, mouth opening in a soundless scream of pleasure as he came, long, hard and oh so blissfully.
Watching Elijah's face, Viggo could do nothing else but surrender to the pleasure coursing through his system and come. He buried his face in Elijah's neck and muffled his own long cry of intense delight.
Elijah pulled his hands free to wrap them around Viggo, holding him close as he panted into his love's neck. "Love... you... so much..." he whispered between breaths.
"I know." Viggo bit Elijah's ear lobe and tugged on it gently. "I love you, too."
Elijah sighed, eyes closing slowly. He knew he wasn't going to remain awake for long, he just knew it. Too much loving but what a wonderful way to fall asleep, he thought even as he started to drift off, arms still tight around his love.
Viggo rolled on his side and kept his arms around Elijah. He stroked his flank gently and possessively until the other man fell asleep. In another few moments, he drifted off as well.
*********
The next morning, Orlando practically snuck on set, avoiding everyone. He peeked around the corner of Elijah's camper and when he saw his friend approaching, hissed, "Doodle? Over here."
Elijah looked up in surprise, the goofy smile on his face falling away and he looked at Orli oddly. "Playing secret agent?"
"No, I'm trying not to get killed." Orlando looked at him sheepishly. "Not angry at me?"
Elijah frowned a little at what had happened before he and Viggo had gone home and he sighed. "Honestly? I am still a little." He opened up his trailer. "Come on..."
"Ok." Orli looked like a dejected puppy, trailing after Elijah into his trailer with tail between legs. "I never meant to hurt you..."
Elijah watched Orli for a moment before sighing, "You fucked that bit up..." But it was said with no malice at all. "Viggo and I are ok... we talked and..." he smiled, "We're better than ok... but... I'm not sure what to say... I guess I still want to know why."
"Why? I don't know... I was pissed out of my mind... and so fucking lonely... and Viggo is... I mean..." He trailed off miserably, shoulders hunched in defeat and self-protectiveness. "You and he have everything I've ever wanted... and I wanted him, ya know? Before you two got together, I thought it would be me... should be me... and when I was pissed I couldn't think at all... I just got out of control. I never would have done that if I really knew what was going on."
Elijah sighed and reached over to hug Orli tightly. "I... I can understand wanting what we have... Viggo is an amazing guy... but you know what Orli? You are too... and I know there's someone out there who will make you just as happy."
Orlando hugged him back for a moment. "So... it’s going to be all right then? We're still cool... and you and Viggo are all right, too?"
"It's gonna be fine, Orli... but with one warning?” Elijah looked directly into Orli's eyes, "If you ever try and make a move on my fiancé again I will tear you several new assholes…” He was serious, but his eyes showed a great deal of understanding.
"Your- your what?" Orli gasped, his mind focusing on the single word and utterly discarding the rest.
Elijah’s goofy smile was back suddenly. "Fiancé." He sighed the word out happily. "Viggo asked me last night."
"Oh my God, that's- that's- wow! Congrats!" Orlando hugged Elijah again and then frowned a little. "It wasn't because of what happened, right? Cause that was totally not Viggo's fault."
"Naw... We've both been thinking about it for a while now... just happened last night." Elijah smiled and hugged Orli again.
"Well, wow... have you told anyone else? Cause, you should if only to shut them up!" Orli nodded overzealously.
"We called Henry this morning... but that's it." He smiled, "You're the second person... haven't even told Samwise yet."
"Wow. I can't believe you told me before Sean... he read me the riot act last night. And he's ready to kick Viggo's ass, too." Orli leaned against a door, looking dejected. "You end up with all the good luck."
Elijah sighed softly. "You will find someone, Orli... I believe that whole heartedly."
"Yeah, thanks, Doodle," he said, not really believing. "Are you all right with me going to apologize to Vig?"
"As long as that's all you're going to do." There was true teasing in Elijah’s voice.
"Oh believe me, that's all I'm going to do." Orlando nodded fervently.
"Seanie really did go through you didn't he?" Elijah sighed softly.
"The man loves you, Doodle. And he may not be the biggest man around, nor possess Bean's glare or your flare for swear words, but damn if he didn't rip me apart with only a few quiet sentences and a sharp glance."
Elijah nodded. "I know." He sighed, "He's done it to me twice."
"And he'll do it to Viggo if you let him." Orli nodded once. He pushed away from the door and smiled again, almost shyly at Elijah. "I'm glad this didn't ruin things for you and Viggo. I am really sorry."
"Good. I forgive you." Elijah smiled. "Just don't do it ever again."
"Right. Yeah. Don't touch Viggo again. Got it."
Elijah nodded and grinned. "Yep..." And he meant it. "Now off you go... I have to memorize the new script."
"Yeah, all right. I think all I get to do today is stand around in the background. Catch ya later, Doodle." As Orli left the trailer, he could not help but feel a bit of resentment toward Elijah for having everything he wanted.
Elijah knew he'd rubbed it in a bit, but maybe that was the way to get Orli over his crush on Viggo. Sighing he picked up his script, he had a long day ahead of him.
Title: The Fight
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Riley (we love her more than we can say!)
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we all wish they really were doing.
Summary: Elijah and Viggo have a fight.
Author's Notes: Yet another in the Mundane series, and the first story we have posted in far too long. I hope you enjoy!
Later, Viggo wondered whose loose tongue started the rumours that he was cheating on Elijah with Orlando. He reflected that if whoever saw the event in question had merely held his or her tongue or better yet, talked it over with Viggo and Orlando, a lot of grief could have been avoided.
Orlando had been more than slightly pissed that night, not to mention hormonal and lonely. So, when he threw himself naked on the napping Viggo, who had unwisely curled up in a quiet corner of Dom’s house and fallen asleep, and started kissing and fondling him, it was not really his fault. And when Viggo, used to sleeping with a cuddly and overly sensual hobbit and still mostly asleep, began to kiss and caress back, it was not really his fault, either. Once he woke up and discovered the reality of the situation, Viggo disentangled himself as gracefully as possible from the horny elf and offered him some friendly advice and a shoulder to cry on instead.
But try explaining that to a raging, unreasonable group of hobbits...
Elijah had been more than shocked when told that Orlando had been spotted kissing his boyfriend but he dismissed it as friendliness. They were all hugging and kissing each other all the time. When some friendly, helpful stunt guy passed him the picture of Viggo with a naked Orli in his lap it was a little hard to dismiss and he had to admit it hurt some. Dom and Billy seeing the photos was just bad timing but as they worked themselves into a fine lather about it all, Elijah couldn’t help but wonder, what if Viggo did want the lovely Orlando rather than his geeky self.
Elijah was so lost in his own introspection that he missed Dom and Billy marching away with the sole purpose to find Viggo and even more dangerously, taking the photos with them for Sean to see.
Now, Viggo was quite capable of taking on Dom or Billy or both of them at once, but one look at Astin’s face, and retreat became foremost in his mind. However, there was not really very far to retreat, and when Orlando bounced down the stairs behind him, looking rather happy because of their discussion, his fate was sealed.
Hobbits boxed both Ranger and elf into a small corner and started yelling. It was only a matter of time before others, hearing the fracas, began to congregate behind and around them. Viggo’s attempts to calm the irate hobbits were ineffectual over their yelling, and Orlando’s fresh bout of tears seemed rather to be a confession of guilt and utterly useless for defense purposes.
The muttering crowd began to get ugly, and Viggo looked desperately for someone to help him and Orlando out of the mess.
It was the ugly sound of an almost mob that finally caught Elijah’s attention and he stood up, going in search of who or what was making the noise. What he found was mob heading for his boyfriend and the crying elf. Taking a deep breath Elijah let out the loudest yell he could, “EVERYBODY JUST FREEZE!”
The noise died down, and all eyes turned toward Elijah. The crowd parted to let the injured party through, half-hoping for a scene.
Viggo sighed once in relief and glanced at Astin, hoping to go through the crowd and to the side of his boyfriend. Instead, he met with an unfriendly glare and thought better of moving.
“Elijah,” he said, hoping to draw him closer.
Elijah took several steps forward, but stopped more than an arm’s length away from his boyfriend. He eyed the crying Orli for several moments silently, then his gaze turned to Billy and Dom, then to Viggo and finally to Sean. Only then did his gaze sweep the crowd. “Ok people I’m gonna say this once... and then Viggo is going to start using his sword...” Elijah waited a heart beat for that to sink in, “Viggo, Orlando and Sean can stay... everyone else SCRAM!” Sean was only included because he knew no matter what he wanted Sean wouldn’t leave.
People lingered, unwilling to miss out on the fun. However, Viggo began to look menacingly at them, perfectly happy to whip out Narsil and hack off a few heads. Everyone began to back off, heading toward the exits.
Astin huffed a breath and looked at Elijah, muttering, “I told you dating him would only lead to trouble.”
Dom nodded his agreement and looked at Elijah. “Come on, Doodle, let us stay. Hobbit solidarity and all!”
Elijah turned his most determined expression towards his friends even as he said, “Be quiet Sean.” And then he said even more firmly to Dom and Billy, “Leave,” pointing at the door.
Billy nodded once, being older and wiser, and took Dom by the arm, hauling him firmly out of the room. He protested all the way, yelling a last few choice words as they disappeared around a corner.
Viggo sighed and looked at Elijah. “Can you let Orlando sit down and calm down?” he asked gently.
Elijah nodded and said, “I’m going to get a drink... you...” he waved a hand at Orli, “You just... just take a moment, ok?” And he walked out of the room, a single look at Sean making it clear that he was expected to follow.”
Orli burst into fresh tears, blubbering into his hands and Viggo’s shirt.
Astin glared angrily at Viggo for a moment, before following Elijah out of the room. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to find out why the hell I was just shown a picture of my boyfriend with a naked Orli in his lap, kissing and fondling him?” Elijah’s tone was stuck somewhere between angry and frightened. He found his water bottle and drank almost half of it in one long swallow. “Is that ok?” There was a true sardonic twist to Elijah’s question.
“So, we’re finding out about it by leaving the room?” Astin asked, a little grumpy still, but trying to ease his feelings so he could comfort Elijah.
Meanwhile, Viggo managed to comfort Orlando a little and get him sitting in a comfy chair. He sat next to him and waited for Elijah, more than slightly worried.
“There is no point trying to find anything out while Orli’s sobbing... but I really don’t think I could stand there while Viggo calmed him down right now.” Elijah took a deep breath, finished his water and leant against Astin. “Please let this be... a prank or something.” He stayed there for a long moment before nodding and straightening, going back into the other room and looking at his boyfriend.
Viggo looked at Elijah and then at Astin, before looking back at Elijah. “This is all a ridiculous misunderstanding.”
Elijah nodded. “So... explain it to me?”
“Well, you know I’ve been up all night, working on night sequences. I was really tired and found a place to nap-”
“I just really wanted somebody to be with, and Viggo looked so inviting just lying there, and I’ve always wanted him,” Orlando babbled suddenly and then burst into tears again.
Elijah’s eyes opened wide and he pressed his lips together hard, trying to control himself before suddenly and without warning his ‘professional’ face took over, no emotion showing what so ever, his best coping mechanism. “So... you stripped and started molesting him?” There was no nasty tone, in fact it was spoken in a very neutral tone, but it was still an unpleasant question.
“Don’t,” Viggo said quietly to Elijah. “It’s not really up to you to be mad at him.” He patted Orlando on the back gently.
“I’m sorry, but he decided to try and steal the man I happen to be in love with... I think I have as much right as anyone else to be angry.” Elijah didn’t look away from Viggo all of sudden. “Particularly when the person wanting to do the stealing is meant to be a good friend.”
“Stealing wasn’t really what he had in mind... in fact, I think it’s safe to say he really didn’t have anything in mind...except a bit too much alcohol.” He held Elijah’s gaze firmly. “And I hope you know, I never want to leave you and certainly never cheat on you.”
“I did until someone shoved those pictures under my nose... and Viggo? Shut up please, I want to hear what Orli has to say, not what you have to say on his behalf. Being protective of him right now is not really what I want to see you being.” He held Viggo’s gaze, for a moment letting his confusion and hurt show, and then his love. But he did want answers from Orlando.
Viggo narrowed his eyes back at Elijah and glared at him, everything but cold anger fading.
Orlando hiccupped over a few more sobs, trying to make sense of the situation through his alcohol and pity soaked brain. “Wh- what?”
Elijah looked down at Orli for a long moment before he shook his head. “He’s too bloody drunk to know what he’s saying.” Elijah threw his hands up in the air and cursed, a steady stream of profanities, not once repeating himself for a good two minutes.
Orlando understood the intentions behind the yelling and swearing, even if he really did not quite get what was going on. “Didn’t mean any harm... lonely... Viggo so nice to me... pretty...” His sobs and hiccups combined into something unintelligible.
“Ok, right, I’m going to take Orlando home now. We can talk about this when Orlando is sober and everyone else is feeling more reasonable.” Viggo helped the sobbing man up by the arm.
The swearing had helped, Elijah felt a lot calmer and he sighed. “Take me home too, Viggo... I’d much rather they think we’re having some sort of strange threesome than you’ve gone home with Orli.” He sighed again, “We can talk once he’s home.”
“Oh no, you told me to shut up, and that’s what I plan to do for tonight. I’m going to take him home and spend the night at Bean’s. You can call him later to make sure I’m not lying, if you want.” Viggo supported almost all of Orlando’s weight, as the man still shook with sobs.
Elijah flinched back rather violently at Viggo’s rejection of his offer/request/peace offering and he stared at him, hurt written across his face for a moment before he turned away, anger blazing up again, a poor cover for the pain.
Astin glared at both of them now. “I’ll take Orlando home. I even promise to get him there in one piece and not grill him.” He snagged Orlando by one arm and looked at Viggo.
Viggo stared at Astin for a long moment and then released Orlando. “Take Ian with you, would you, and try not to let everyone else kill him. It was a fiasco... a mistake... that’s all.”
Astin grunted at him and gestured toward Elijah with a jerk of his head, before hauling the hapless elf away.
Elijah was staring out the window at Dom’s back garden. He couldn’t see much, it was fairly dark out there, but he breathed deeply, trying to control the hurt blooming somewhere under his heart. He knew Viggo was still there, and that Sean was gone, but after Viggo’s comment he just didn’t know what to say.
Viggo turned back toward Elijah and stood there silently for a long moment. “I’m sorry for what I said... actually, I’m sorry any of this ever happened.”
“That’s something we can both agree on.” Elijah said softly, voice full of all sorts of repressed emotions.
“He was drunk and acted foolishly, that’s all. He wasn’t really trying to molest me or hurt you or anything. Just a bit too much of the hard stuff Dom serves and loneliness. And the unfortunate person who happened to have a camera.”
“I still wanna punch him in the nose for kissing and groping you,” Elijah admitted softly.
“Its not like I enjoyed myself,” Viggo said. “I mean, I responded when I was still asleep and thought it was you, but once I realized... well, then I just needed to find out what was wrong with Orli. It never occurred to me to be mad at him.”
“Maybe you’re a better man than me, Viggo,” Elijah said softly. “But seeing that picture hurt, and ... I’m only human, I guess I wanted to hurt him back.”
“It hurt me that you believed what you saw without letting me explain first. And telling me to shut up...” Viggo stepped closer and touched the back of Elijah’s neck questioningly.
“I... I was praying it was some sort of a prank gone wrong... and when I realised he... he did it... deliberately. He saw you, stripped and climbed on top of you... and you were defending him...” Elijah sighed and leant back against Viggo’s chest, letting the base of his skull rest in the hollow of Viggo’s shoulder, “I couldn’t hear you protecting him right then.”
“I understand. I just... well, I had the benefit of talking things through with him a bit. And then, all of a sudden, we were surrounded by a bunch of angry, unreasonable people... He fell to pieces and that left me to prevent his being hurt.” His arm snaked around Elijah’s waist to settle a hand on a thin hip. “Do you understand?”
“Not much at the moment, honestly.” Elijah turned his head so his forehead was pressed against Viggo’s neck. “I’m not exactly completely sober myself.” He sighed deeply and snuggled back against Viggo, finding comfort in their stance. “Take me home?”
“All right. Do Gremlin and I end up on the couch tonight?” he asked, gently steering Elijah for the door. He managed to maneuver them down the back steps and away from the hobbits and others still awaiting some sort of scene.
“If I have any say in the matter, no fucking way.” Elijah’s voice was soft, “I don’t sleep well unless you are there, Vig... you know this!” Elijah was quite happy to avoid everyone, muttering under his breath, “Vultures.”
“Drunk vultures that will be ashamed tomorrow and are really concerned with your happiness more than anything else.” He poured Elijah into the car and climbed in after him. “Come on now, buckle up.”
Elijah sighed and buckled up, looking across at Viggo, “I do love you, you know.”
“Yes, I know. You wouldn’t have been so upset with me if you didn’t love me so much. And you wouldn’t have been so into the idea of killing Orli, either.” Viggo reached across and rubbed Elijah’s knee, before pulling out and heading home.
“Don’t wanna kill him... maybe just... I don’t know... flay him around the edges for thinking he could put the moves on my man.” Elijah sighed deeply. “For... for making me doubt the trust I had for him.”
“He wasn’t really thinking, that’s what I meant. He was drunk and acting purely on instinct and not really clear instinct at that...” Viggo touched Elijah’s cheek with one finger, before returning his focus to the road. “I think you’re more upset that he made you doubt me.”
“That too.” Elijah muttered, not wanting to think about the world of hurt that had washed through him and he sighed very deeply. “I want my kitten.”
“Well, I am sure she will be happy to see you, too.” Viggo kept his eyes straight ahead, though his hands tightened on the wheel. “Of course, it hurt that you doubted me.”
Elijah reached out to lay his hand over Viggo’s on the wheel and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad. I thought... well, I was afraid for a few moments there when you first marched up to me.” Viggo pulled up at their house and into the driveway. He held out his hand to Elijah, waiting for the other man to take or reject the offer.
Elijah took it without question, sliding across the front seat to exit the driver’s side door, leaning against Viggo. “Love you.” It was all he said as they headed for the house, their house.
“Let’s get you your kitten and then I’m going to call Bean and Ian.” Viggo smiled a little at Elijah. “And then we can cuddle, if you want?”
“Viggo... I’m not going to turn you away you know.” He said it softly, but with honest emotion. “I don’t think I could... but I want the contact even more right now.”
“A little reassurance even now that I love you?” Viggo leaned down and kissed Elijah gently.
“Maybe to reassure you that I love you?” Elijah gave Viggo another kiss and nibbled at his lover’s lower lip softly. “Lots of snuggles because that’s what we do... and a drunken fool of an elf isn’t going to change that?”
Viggo nodded once and kissed him again. He opened the door and called, “Gremlin, come here, Lij wants ya!”
The soft sound of scampering paws reached them from down the hall, and a small fuzzy ball of grey fur appeared from around the corner. She headed straight for Elijah, mewing loudly.
Elijah laughed softly and caught the cat who launched herself at his chest, grinning as he petting her, her demanding meows and thunderous purring calming perfectly. “Hello baby girl! Did you miss us little Gremlin of trouble?
She kneaded his arm and squeaked in response.
Viggo laughed and scritched her ears for a second, before heading for the phone. “I’m going to make sure Orli got home in one piece and then call Bean. I’ll have him run interference for us tomorrow. A little growling from him should ensure that we at least get our say before they pounce.”
Elijah nodded. “I’ll make hot chocolate...” He pressed a kiss to the nape of Viggo’s neck as he walked by, setting Gremlin up on his shoulders so he could work. He tried to ignore the phone conversation, making them a couple of sandwiches as well as the drinks, not going back into the living room until Viggo had finished his conversation.
Setting down the phone, contented that Orlando had gotten home without injury, Viggo dialed Bean and talked with him for several moments about the whole situation. He hung up feeling much better and settled on to the couch. “Gremlin, come to big daddy.”
With a loud squeak, she leaped off Elijah and charged for the sofa, recognizing the play voice.
Elijah laughed he always did when Viggo used that name for himself and watched Virgo and the kitten play, putting Viggo’s mug up near were he was sitting to protect it from the playful cat and man. “Careful of the drinks, Vig.” He took a long sip of the rich warm liquid and sighed in pleasure.
Gremlin rolled on her back, lying on Viggo’s chest, and batted wildly at his hands.
“I’ll be careful,” Viggo promised. “Want to come to me?” He held out his free hand to Elijah.
Elijah slide across the couch until he was snuggled into Viggo’s side happily. He took a bite from a sandwich before holding it up to Viggo in offering.
Viggo awkwardly took a bite, eating quickly before Gremlin could snag a bite. “Thank you.” He wrapped an arm around Elijah and stroked his back and sides.
Gremlin flopped on her side and began to purr. Her eyes fluttered shut, even as she stretched out her paws to rest them on Elijah’s arm.
Elijah patted Gremlin with one hand as he fed them both the sandwich. “Welcome.” When the sandwich was done he offered Viggo a sip from his mug. There was something so... thrilling and yet comforting at the casual intimacy of sharing their food.
Viggo polished off his half of the sandwich and smiled. “We’re a family, aren’t we?” He paused and then asked softly, “Elijah, would you marry me?”
“In a heart beat.” Elijah said without even a fraction of a second’s hesitation.
“Um... did we just... uh... did we get engaged?” Viggo turned to look at Elijah with open wonder.
Elijah leant over until his lips where millimeters from Viggo’s. “You bet your beautiful ass we did. YOU ASKED... I’m never letting go of you now.”
Viggo pulled Elijah’s mouth to his and kissed him thoroughly. “I never want to let go of you, either. Now, we just need to plan our wedding. You’re the bride!”
“Viggo? Do you see breasts?” Elijah asked rather placidly.
“Just little nipples that I do love, even though they are not as sensitive as my own.” Viggo brushed his fingers over Elijah’s chest, still clothed. He also scratched the base of Gremlin’s ears.
Elijah sighed pleasantly at the contact that would have had Viggo jumping out of his skin if made without warning. “I happen to be exceedingly fond of your nipples, love.” He kissed Viggo’s hand.
“Fond of the fact that they are like live wires attached to my nerves, through which you can control me.” Viggo nuzzled Elijah’s neck and kissed lazily.
“And you don’t treat my navel the same way?” Elijah asked with a grin. “I know... instead of exchanging rings for our fingers... I’ll get my belly button pierced and you can pierce one of your nipples.”
“I don’t think I could stand to have a needle in my nipple even for a fraction of a second to pierce. And wearing a ring in there all the time...” Viggo shuddered a little and shook his head in a gesture of no. “But perhaps, we can be less traditional in our exchange of symbols. Bracelets?”
Elijah winced, “I hadn’t thought how painful the process would be for you... I agree... no piercing your lovely nipples.” He smiled and brushed his hand very, very lightly over Viggo’s chest. “Bracelets could work...” He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, “Earrings?”
“I’d be willing to pierce an ear for you. More than willing.” Viggo lazily found one of Elijah’s ear lobes and sucked.
From Viggo’s chest, Gremlin mewled sleepily and blinked a little at them.
“And we need to find a way to include our little girl, too.”
“We can tie the rings to her collar and she can be the ring bearer?” Elijah giggled and sighed, petting his lover and cat at the same time.
“I think she might lead everyone on a merry chase around, enjoying keeping the rings away from dads and friends. Still, we could try. She might come to us when we call her.” Viggo rubbed Gremlin’s fur gently and tickled her nose.
Elijah giggled at the mental image of all the guests running around after Gremlin trying to get their rings while he and Viggo just laughed.
“Why do I have the feeling you like that idea?” Viggo asked with a little snort. ..
“It is amusing at least.” He grinned and offered Viggo the mug of chocolate again. “But perhaps a little stressful on the guests?”
“Well, no reason to have only us being stressed. We could spread it around a little. Perhaps, she can just sit on your shoulder and purr through the wedding.”
“Now that’s possible... she does love sitting on our shoulders... although you might find she climbs from me to you and back again several times...” It was one of her best tricks.
“That would be perfect. Another way to show how truly joined we are.” Viggo tickled Gremlin’s tummy, waking her enough to mew and nibble at his fingers.
“What about Henry? I assume you would want him involved, too?” Elijah asked suddenly, his mind going to their families.
“I think he’ll enjoy just sitting in the stands, watching us get hitched. He loves you... especially since you play video games.”
“And I can beat him,” Elijah added. “That seemed to awe him the most... his dad’s boyfriend not only plays video games, but can beat him.”
“And didn’t you make sure to let him know...” Viggo chuckled and shook his head. “That little victory dance of yours... thank goodness Henry took it better than Dom.”
Elijah laughed, “And when he beats me, I do the dance for him! As you’ve seen!” His laugh was warm and he kissed Viggo. “Dom’s just a sore loser!!”
“I don’t know... he was graceful about losing you.” Viggo chewed a small patch of skin just above Elijah’s collar almost lazily. “I can’t wait to see their faces tomorrow.”
“I think they might be a little confused,” Elijah commented. “And he didn’t lose me... he never had me. He may have wanted, but... I didn’t.”
“He lost you in the sense that he tried to win your heart and failed. I am not sure he has ever truly gotten over his resentment of me for that. And do not bring up Billy, for you know as well as I that he shall never stay with Dom.”
“You don’t know that, Viggo... their bond is deeper than people realise. They could just make it a long way,” Elijah answered softly, but sadly, he was pretty sure Viggo was right.
Viggo angled a little to try to get a better access to Elijah, but Gremlin squeaked in protest at the movement and smacked him softly with her paw. “Little brat.”
Elijah moved Gremlin from between them, petting her as he bared his throat to Viggo. “I thought I was the brat in this family?”
“She takes after you in that respect,” Viggo said. He rolled on his side, now that he was free of Gremlin, and began to kiss and bite gently at the bare skin. His hand slid under the t-shirt and brushed over the bare skin of his stomach.
Elijah gasped and arched into Viggo’s caresses, the sound mutating into a needy groan, “Tease.” He sighed happily and tried to bare even more of his throat to Viggo’s teeth and lips. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I won’t be teasing for long.” He opened Elijah’s collar a little to carefully make a hickey on his collarbone. “Going to make you happy.”
“Too late love, you already do.” Elijah put the kitten on the couch beside him so could slide his hands into Viggo’s hair, down to caress his neck and nape. “How I love you.”
Viggo used the new access to slide his upper torso over Elijah’s and suck on his lips hungrily. He also pushed Elijah’s shirt up more to slide his hands over more of the sensitive skin.
Gremlin let out what could only be described as a huffing noise and stalked off the couch, heading for her basket to sulk.
“I think... we’re in trouble with Gremlin...” Elijah gasped out between kisses, hands now caressing up and down Viggo’s back eagerly, sliding under clothes to find warm, well loved skin.
“We always are when we get like this. She’ll forgive us later, after we pamper her for a few hours.” He licked and nipped and sucked at the lovely neck, before deciding to move on. Sitting up a little, he tugged Elijah’s shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, before removing his own.
Elijah’s fingers went directly to Viggo’s nipples. He couldn’t help himself, they were already playing with the sensitive little nubs even as he lowered his mouth to suck on one.
As always, Viggo reacted as if lightening had struck him right in the nerves. His brain short-circuited and fused into a tangle of jumbled, useless neurons. He gripped Elijah’s head with two hands, ruffling his hair thoughtlessly. “Yes,” he hissed. “Elijah... please...”
“Please what, baby?” Elijah muttered as he moved to suckle at the other nipple, nibbling and biting, licking and sucking, basically using his mouth, teeth and tongue in everyway he could to tease and pleasure his lover. His fingers played with the nipple that his mouth didn’t and he tried hard to give both nipples the same sensation at the same time.
Elijah said something, but the words were no more than a buzz of white noise in Viggo’s head. He could do nothing but clutch uselessly at Elijah’s hair and moan with increasing loudness. Finally, he rolled them both hard off the sofa with a crash to the floor.
Elijah would have cursed but the impact with the floor drove the air from his lungs for several long moments. He laid his cheek against Viggo’s chest as he panted, trying to regain some control before starting to torture his lover, in the best way of course.
Struggling to his feet, Viggo offered a hand to Elijah. “You should know better than to do that to me on such a narrow surface. I’m dangerous.”
Elijah took Viggo’s hand and smiled in thanks for the help up. “Thanks, babe.” Elijah pressed a kiss to Viggo’s chest, directly over Viggo’s heart and smiled. “Is it my or your turn to feed the kitty?”
“I’ll do that if you will run us a hot bath.” Viggo shimmied nimbly out of his pants and tossed them over the sofa, winking once at Elijah as he headed for Gremlin’s food.
As soon as the sound of food entering her bowl filled the air, Gremlin charged into the kitchen and dove in.
Elijah grabbed their clothes and threw them into the washing hamper in the laundry before heading to their bedroom and the bathroom. He smiled at the huge tub as he turned the taps on, starting it filling. A thoughtful look crossed his face as he nodded and added some subtly scented bath oil, sandalwood, one of they favorites. He then stashed some unscented oil nearby for other purposes. Back into the bedroom he turned down the bed and turned the nightstand lights on, casting a romantic glow. With a smile he headed back into the bathroom with a handful of candles.
“Mmm, fancy,” Viggo said, entering the room with a smile. He now wore nothing but a smile, as he leaned against the door frame. “But before you jump me, please give my nipples a respite for awhile. I’d like this to last...”
“Aww...” Elijah pouted just a little as he lit the last candle. “Ok, babe.” Elijah straightened and offered Viggo a warm smile of his own. “You’re so fucking sexy.” And he held his arms open to his lover.
“Well, in turn, I am going to lay off your bellybutton for awhile.” He walked into his arms and kissed Elijah tenderly and with true love. “I am sexy, aren’t I?”
“Sexiest person I have ever seen.” Elijah meant it, too. He wrapped his arms back around Viggo and gave him a kiss in return that tried to express his own deep love.
“Sounds heavenly...” Elijah kissed Viggo’s chin before stepping into the bath and after checking the water levels he turned the taps off.
Viggo leaned over and looked into the bath. “Shall I sit in your lap then?”
“Do you want to?” Elijah sat and scooted back against the tub, patting the water in invitation.
“I’m not sure I trust you with my back turned,” Viggo said with a mock sigh.
Elijah laughed softly. “So... don’t turn your back.” He opened his armss to his lover, “Come on... I want to have my arms around you.”
Viggo stepped into the tub and let his feet slide in next to Elijah’s hips and ass. He leaned against the opposite side of the tub and smiled across at his lover.
“You’re a little far away for hugging you know, Vig...” Elijah half complained.
“Well, you can always come over to me,” Viggo invited with a little flick of his long tongue at Elijah.
Elijah grinned at Viggo and slowly got up to his knees and then crawled the few feet that separated them, draping himself against Viggo’s chest.
“Hello, love.” He traced Elijah’s lips with a lazy tongue. “Shall I be Viggo Wood, then?”
“I don’t know... do you want to be?” Elijah cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. “Elijah Mortensen....”
“I wouldn’t mind taking your name,” Viggo said, following his head tilt so he could keep pressing slow kisses to Elijah’s mouth.
Elijah returned the kisses softly, thinking about their names, muttering, “Wood-Mortensen?”
“That’s kind of long to fit on things, don’t you think? Gremlin Wood-Mortensen does have a ring to it, though.” Viggo nodded thoughtfully as he chewed on Elijah’s ear.
Elijah shivered pleasantly, arching against Viggo and rubbing wetly against his chest. “It does sound good, doesn’t it.” Elijah’s expression grew thoughtful again and he looked at Viggo.
Like a big cat, Viggo rubbed back, his hands reaching down to run gently over Elijah’s burgeoning erection. He stroked softly, just barely stimulating the hard flesh.
Elijah purred pleasantly, nibbling at Viggo’s neck softly. “Viggo... do... would you considered... um... another child?”
“A child? You want to be a father, Elijah?” He stilled his hands and pulled his fiancé closer.
“Don’t know... I’ve thought about it some... but I’ve not made any firm choices about it or anything... but I wondered... if we really are going to get married, then I wondered if another child was part of that for you.”
“A little girl might be nice. But only if you want to be a papa, too.” He settled his chin in Elijah’s hair. “I could be happy with you and Gremlin only.”
“She would be our child... if we had one Viggo...” He said it softly, he was obviously thinking about it quite hard.
“Maybe you ought to give our marriage a few years first. Lots of time to think it over.” Viggo nuzzled the neck and shoulders of his Elijah, before kissing the same skin.
“Not planning on rushing... but one thing does come to mind... I guess it’s part of the age difference thing... you’re not exactly a spring chicken... Even if we had a child now right... you’d be in your sixties when she was twenty.”
Viggo huffed and gave Elijah a little push away. “I know much older men who have young children.”
Elijah didn’t let himself be pushed. “And you are the kind of active person who would be a great Dad at any age I think... That doesn’t mean you WANT to be.”
“Well, we don’t need to be parents to anyone more than Gremlin and maybe some other kittens.” Viggo tickled Elijah’s navel once.
Elijah stilled Viggo’s hand with one of his own and said softly, “It’s ok for you to say no, you don’t want another child. Or... yes, but within a certain time frame... I know it’s not all going to be resolved tonight... but it’s something to think about.”
Sighing, Viggo rested even more against the tub. “I can see you do want a serious talk, if you’re going to stop me touching you.”
“You’re the one who asked me to marry you...” Elijah said softly, “I guess it’d got me thinking about our future.”
“I do want to marry you.” Viggo sighed and reached for the plug. “Come on, let’s get out of the tub. It’s not really the place for a serious discussion.”
Elijah stopped Viggo’s hand. “Why not? It’s warm and comfortable... and you want to make love, not have serious discussion. I’m sorry.”
“And you want to have a serious discussion. I just can’t have one in the bath tub with you in my arms.”
“I didn’t think I’d react this way you know... Even when I imagined you asking I was fairly sure I’d be begging you to make love to me by now...” he blushed suddenly, he’d never told Viggo about those thoughts before.
“You wanted me to ask you?” Viggo let the water drain slowly from the tub and then reached for a big, fluffy towel. With gentle hands, he began to dry Elijah.
“Yeah,” Elijah said softly, his blush deepening a little, “I did.” He leant into the hands drying him and sighed at the lovely caresses.
“Well, it’s a good thing I did then, because I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.” Viggo stood and gently pulled Elijah with him. He wrapped the towel fully around the smaller man.
Elijah followed Viggo’s lead, a smile curving his lips up gently. “I love you.” It was the only thing he could say.
“I love you, too, Elijah. Don’t know how it happened or even when it happened exactly, but I cannot live without you now.” Viggo stepped out of the tub and snagged a towel of his own.
Elijah carefully tucked his towel around his waist and took Viggo’s, starting to dry his lover just as he had been. “That is a feeling I know well. I cannot live without you any more.”
“Lucky me. And lucky you, too.” He let Elijah pat him dry and then kissed the other man. “Where shall we have our discussion? Probably somewhere I can’t touch you and be distracted.”
“Maybe we should have it another time?” Elijah glanced over at the clock on the night stand and sighed. “Considering it’s rather late?”
“So, to bed then. Sleep and rest up for tomorrow. We have to confront everyone and tell them the good news. Once we make sure they don’t tear me apart for cheating on you.”
“You should called Henry... he... he should be the first person we tell.” Elijah said suddenly.
“Not now. It’s the middle of the night where he is. He won’t mind not knowing until later. Besides, what about your mother and sister?”
“He’s your son... We’ll call him in the morning...” Elijah dropped his towel over a chair and then crawled up onto the bed. “We’ll call them after.”
Tossing the towel into the hamper, Viggo crawled on the bed like a stalking tiger. He curled up by the pillows and called, “Gremlin! Bed time!”
With a squeak and a little leap, Gremlin landed on the bed and headed for her space on the pillows.
Elijah waited until Viggo was lying down and draped himself over his lover with a sigh of pleasure. “Our family.”
Gremlin placed a paw on each of them and settled her head on the pillows to sleep. Her rumbling purr indicated pleasant dreams.
“It’s not traditional, but it’s a family nonetheless.” He kissed Elijah’s forehead and then one on Gremlin’s. “I thought we’d make love, too,” he confessed after a moment.
Elijah smiled at his lover and slowly rocked his hips, rubbing his navel against Viggo’s and his chest against Viggo’s nipples. “Night’s not over yet.”
“What, in front of the baby? I thought that was against your beliefs.” Viggo hissed a little and reached for Elijah’s ass, squeezing possessively.
Elijah kept moving, grinding slowly, even as he carefully pulled the sheet up over Gremlin’s head and grinned at Viggo, “What she doesn’t see won’t traumatize her.”
“You are the silliest creature,” Viggo purred, snuggling Elijah on top of him. He settled his hands on the firm curves of his ass and pulled him closer.
"I love you, too," Elijah whispered as they moved against each other gently, lovingly. The smooth sweet friction between them slowly starting to turn his bones to nothing and his eyes almost glowed in the faint light, "So very much."
"And I love you, little Elijah. My dear, sweet fiancé." He reached between them to stroke Elijah lightly, just cupping the hard flesh in his fingers and letting it slide.
Elijah moaned at the caress, head dropping to Viggo's chest to start placing nibbling kisses to the broad expanses of skin. He didn't avoid Viggo's nipples, but he was yet to concentrate his efforts on them.
"Go ahead, love, I know you want to," Viggo rumbled, arching up with his chest to invite Elijah to his favorite targets.
"Oh and you don't?" But he didn't wait any longer, taking one of those wonderfully sweet nubs into his mouth and sucking lightly.
Viggo shuddered and sighed, settling his hands deep into Elijah's hair. He shut his eyes and let Elijah take the lead, murmuring encouragement and soft obscenities in a mix of Danish, Spanish and English.
Elijah smiled at the whisperings, he understood much more of it now than he had the first time he'd heard those sounds, although the Danish was still fairly strange sounding to his ears. "I love those mutterings, Viggo..." He kept moving between the two nipples, keeping his caresses gentle and loving.
"Jeg elske jer, allerkærest Elijah. Hvor du er lige ved, jeg kunne knap og nap mene, for slet ikke at tale om indtale. Indslag mig. Elske mig." Viggo pressed kisses to Elijah's face and neck, before surrendering again to the sparks and small earthquakes traveling along his nerves.
Making a note to himself that he really needed to find out what that all meant, Elijah went back to grinding against Viggo as he continued to nibble and play with the blood engorged bundle of nerves that graced Viggo's chest.
The noises escaping Viggo now resembled no language whatsoever, but indicated his eminent explosion if Elijah continued his attentions. His hands fell from Elijah's body to twist into the sheets tightly. He nearly tore them apart, as his nipples began to shriek with pleasured-pained sensation.
Those same noises were like a fire running along his nerve endings, sending Elijah higher and higher until his own state was that of almost overwhelmed arousal. It was amazing and intense, and for them... completely normal. With a sudden gasp Elijah lifted his head and whispered, "Need you... inside me."
"Hvad gjorde jer sige?" Viggo murmured, not really understanding anything going on. His brain felt fuzzy and completely fogged up with pleasure.
Elijah realized somewhere in the dimness of his mind that Viggo was in no position to do much by lay there so he grabbed the lube himself. He stretched and lubed himself as quickly as he could before a slick hand wrapped around Viggo, preparing the other man as well. A moment later Elijah was lowering himself onto Viggo's erection with a blissful sigh.
Viggo hissed once at Elijah and shook his head a little. "Won't last," he said clearly. "Other way?"
"And I will?" Elijah didn't move on Viggo, but settled down until they were lying against each other once more and he started nibbling at Viggo's nipples again, his navel pressing and stroking deliciously against the most sensitive skin on his body.
Viggo growled once and rolled them over carefully. He pushed himself up on his elbows to help keep his nipples out of Elijah's range. Instead, he distracted Elijah by kissing him firmly and with a lot of tongue. His hips thrust slowly, though he knew that would not last long. One hand crept down to stroke Elijah firmly.
Elijah thrashed under Viggo, his legs lifting to wrap around Viggo, opening himself up more for this lover, hands stroking up and down Viggo's back, moaning at the all encompassing pleasure. He wasn't but a few strokes away from climaxing into Viggo's hand and the frantic nature of his movements communicated that to his lover.
Their bodies knew each other so well and were so linked that Elijah's impending climax triggered the same for Viggo. His insides constricted into one solid wave of pleasure, as his hips sped up into an almost crazed bucking. Twisting his head, he sunk his teeth into Elijah's tendon as he spilled deep inside his lover.
This in turn sent Elijah into his own climax, pleasure so intense it felt like his whole body had exploded and he screamed Viggo’s name as he was undone. Spots danced before his eyes until he could see nothing and all he could feel was the pleasure.
Viggo relaxed, breathing hard and letting his forehead rest on Elijah's shoulder. He panted carefully, trying to get himself under control. "I love you so much, Elijah. Too much sometimes."
A little squeak sounded, and Gremlin peeked out from under the sheets. She trembled slightly in nervousness from all the noise and activity by her parents.
Elijah ran his trembling fingers through Viggo's hair. "I love you, too, Viggo. Makes my heart want to explode sometimes." He turned his head towards Gremlin. "We woke the baby..." And he reached over with on hand, petting her softly, even as he was petting Viggo.
Gremlin purred and emerged fully to try and find a place to sit next to her two papas. She finally settled near Elijah's head and kneaded the pillow.
Viggo eased out of Elijah and kissed his forehead once. He kept his body resting lightly on his lover, reaching up to tickle and scritch Gremlin's ears and then her belly.
Elijah whimpered softly at Viggo's loss but didn't complain, just pressed soft kisses to Viggo's neck as they both petted Gremlin. "It's ok little one." He frowned at her just a touch. "Maybe we did traumatize her?"
She rolled over on her back to give Viggo more access to her belly and chewed lightly on his fingers.
"Yes, look at the little traumatized girl." Viggo tickled her more, until she wildly pounded his hand with her back legs. He looked back at Elijah and took his upper lip between gentle teeth to tug on, before switching to his pouty lower lip.
Elijah laughed into their kiss and relaxed. "Looks like she's recovered." He giggled and kissed Viggo's chin. "I feel good."
"I'm glad to hear it, Elijah. Earlier this evening, I feared things might not work out too well." He scooted down a little and twisted his torso so he could kiss the small indent on Elijah's tummy.
Gremlin objected loudly to losing Viggo's hand, but rolled over to chew on Elijah's hair instead.
"It was perhaps not the best start..." Elijah shivered and rocked towards Viggo's mouth, "But I think we recovered it nicely."
Viggo tongued the outer rim with careful precision, making sure to use only the very tip of his long tongue. He braced Elijah's hips to keep him from bucking wildly.
"Viggo!!" Elijah growled, hips trying to break his lover's hold and he whimpered deep in his throat, "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"
Lifting his head and raising an eyebrow, Viggo growled, "You got to attack my nipples unencumbered, so why shouldn't I get a crack at you?"
"Because.... if... if you keep doing it... I'm gonna want another... another round..." Elijah looked at Viggo with an expression of pure love. "You drive me crazy... you know that don't you?"
Viggo sat back on his haunches, letting Elijah see his entire body, including the fact that he would be ready for more, too. "Better cover up Gremlin's eyes again." He traced the small, damp navel with one finger.
Elijah looked Viggo up and down and moaned deeply, "So god damned sexy." He smiled before asking softly, "Make love to me some more?"
Viggo readjusted his body, kneeing open Elijah's legs a little more to give himself access again. However, he first leaned down to gently, slowly nuzzle, lick and chew on Elijah's stomach, working his way toward the most sensitive area. When he reached the small navel and ran his tongue over it in a broad swath, he re-entered the tempting body at the same time.
Elijah keened at the duel assault on his body, arching towards Viggo, trying to move in two different directions at once. "Viggo!" His fingers started kneading the muscles of Viggo's shoulder and neck, running through his hair, everything he could touch from this position he did.
The keen made Viggo smile and slide back up to kiss his lover sweetly and with length. This time, he had more control and moved slowly, easily, taking his time inside Elijah's body. Never forgetting his lover's pleasure, he reached down to gently stroke and tend to his erection.
Elijah whimpered and thrust his hips up to encourage the hand stroking him, but a moment later they ground down to encourage the hardness deep within him. There was too much pleasure coming at him from different directions to control the need to buck this way and that.
"Hush, little Elijah," Viggo purred gently. He rested back on his knees again and stroked Elijah more firmly, keeping his own hips still for the moment. "What do you want, Elijah?"
"You," Elijah gasped out. "It's all and everything. You... want you... need you. Love you."
"You always say that," Viggo said with a slight huff of a breath. He began to move inside Elijah again, using his thin hips as leverage. "Touch me?"
"It's always true." Elijah reached out and stroked his hand over Viggo's chest, carefully circling around Viggo's nipples several times before brushing his thumbs over both at the same time. "I love touching you... and you touching me... touching is good."
Viggo rumbled in delight like a big cat and moved against the touches. He leaned down to kiss Elijah and give him even more access to his nipples. The hands on his hips slid down to hold his ass and squeeze possessively.
Elijah moaned in pleasure, he loved it when Viggo's touch got possessive and he let his fingers get inventive, stroking and caressing. At times his hands wandered away from Viggo's nipples but they always came back.
Viggo bit Elijah's neck gently and then rubbed his nose in the same spot. "You smell good, like musk and heat and you."
"You smell like home... and love." Elijah smiled. "And sex... like us... warm and hot and mine." Elijah tugged lightly at Viggo's nipples as he spoke.
The tugs made Viggo snarl and buck hard into his lover. He settled into a hard, fast, punishing rhythm, lifting Elijah off the bed with each thrust. "Jeg elske jer Elijah. Jeg har savnet hen til gifte jer siden JEG først lagde øjne oven på jer. Er den halvtosset hen til skride sammen kærlighed ved første blik? Måske altså , men jeg gjorde , afsindig , hos jer."
Elijah couldn't understand anything any more, all he could do was keep tugging as Viggo rode him hard, panting and crying out to him, head thrashing against the pillow, hips rising to meet Viggo's every thrust. He felt the heat pooling low in his belly and knew he wasn't going to take this pounding for long, he was going to come.
Entwining his hands with Elijah's, he stretched them over Elijah's head. Viggo kept them held down, as he kept working inside Elijah. His mouth settled on his lover's, sucking on his lower lip.
Elijah trembled beneath him, legs wrapping high around Viggo's hips, drawing his lover into his body eagerly. He was murmuring into their kiss words of love and desire, need and emotions.
"Come for me," Viggo murmured into his ear. "Come for me, little Elijah."
Elijah's eyes flew open and he threw his head back, mouth opening in a soundless scream of pleasure as he came, long, hard and oh so blissfully.
Watching Elijah's face, Viggo could do nothing else but surrender to the pleasure coursing through his system and come. He buried his face in Elijah's neck and muffled his own long cry of intense delight.
Elijah pulled his hands free to wrap them around Viggo, holding him close as he panted into his love's neck. "Love... you... so much..." he whispered between breaths.
"I know." Viggo bit Elijah's ear lobe and tugged on it gently. "I love you, too."
Elijah sighed, eyes closing slowly. He knew he wasn't going to remain awake for long, he just knew it. Too much loving but what a wonderful way to fall asleep, he thought even as he started to drift off, arms still tight around his love.
Viggo rolled on his side and kept his arms around Elijah. He stroked his flank gently and possessively until the other man fell asleep. In another few moments, he drifted off as well.
*********
The next morning, Orlando practically snuck on set, avoiding everyone. He peeked around the corner of Elijah's camper and when he saw his friend approaching, hissed, "Doodle? Over here."
Elijah looked up in surprise, the goofy smile on his face falling away and he looked at Orli oddly. "Playing secret agent?"
"No, I'm trying not to get killed." Orlando looked at him sheepishly. "Not angry at me?"
Elijah frowned a little at what had happened before he and Viggo had gone home and he sighed. "Honestly? I am still a little." He opened up his trailer. "Come on..."
"Ok." Orli looked like a dejected puppy, trailing after Elijah into his trailer with tail between legs. "I never meant to hurt you..."
Elijah watched Orli for a moment before sighing, "You fucked that bit up..." But it was said with no malice at all. "Viggo and I are ok... we talked and..." he smiled, "We're better than ok... but... I'm not sure what to say... I guess I still want to know why."
"Why? I don't know... I was pissed out of my mind... and so fucking lonely... and Viggo is... I mean..." He trailed off miserably, shoulders hunched in defeat and self-protectiveness. "You and he have everything I've ever wanted... and I wanted him, ya know? Before you two got together, I thought it would be me... should be me... and when I was pissed I couldn't think at all... I just got out of control. I never would have done that if I really knew what was going on."
Elijah sighed and reached over to hug Orli tightly. "I... I can understand wanting what we have... Viggo is an amazing guy... but you know what Orli? You are too... and I know there's someone out there who will make you just as happy."
Orlando hugged him back for a moment. "So... it’s going to be all right then? We're still cool... and you and Viggo are all right, too?"
"It's gonna be fine, Orli... but with one warning?” Elijah looked directly into Orli's eyes, "If you ever try and make a move on my fiancé again I will tear you several new assholes…” He was serious, but his eyes showed a great deal of understanding.
"Your- your what?" Orli gasped, his mind focusing on the single word and utterly discarding the rest.
Elijah’s goofy smile was back suddenly. "Fiancé." He sighed the word out happily. "Viggo asked me last night."
"Oh my God, that's- that's- wow! Congrats!" Orlando hugged Elijah again and then frowned a little. "It wasn't because of what happened, right? Cause that was totally not Viggo's fault."
"Naw... We've both been thinking about it for a while now... just happened last night." Elijah smiled and hugged Orli again.
"Well, wow... have you told anyone else? Cause, you should if only to shut them up!" Orli nodded overzealously.
"We called Henry this morning... but that's it." He smiled, "You're the second person... haven't even told Samwise yet."
"Wow. I can't believe you told me before Sean... he read me the riot act last night. And he's ready to kick Viggo's ass, too." Orli leaned against a door, looking dejected. "You end up with all the good luck."
Elijah sighed softly. "You will find someone, Orli... I believe that whole heartedly."
"Yeah, thanks, Doodle," he said, not really believing. "Are you all right with me going to apologize to Vig?"
"As long as that's all you're going to do." There was true teasing in Elijah’s voice.
"Oh believe me, that's all I'm going to do." Orlando nodded fervently.
"Seanie really did go through you didn't he?" Elijah sighed softly.
"The man loves you, Doodle. And he may not be the biggest man around, nor possess Bean's glare or your flare for swear words, but damn if he didn't rip me apart with only a few quiet sentences and a sharp glance."
Elijah nodded. "I know." He sighed, "He's done it to me twice."
"And he'll do it to Viggo if you let him." Orli nodded once. He pushed away from the door and smiled again, almost shyly at Elijah. "I'm glad this didn't ruin things for you and Viggo. I am really sorry."
"Good. I forgive you." Elijah smiled. "Just don't do it ever again."
"Right. Yeah. Don't touch Viggo again. Got it."
Elijah nodded and grinned. "Yep..." And he meant it. "Now off you go... I have to memorize the new script."
"Yeah, all right. I think all I get to do today is stand around in the background. Catch ya later, Doodle." As Orli left the trailer, he could not help but feel a bit of resentment toward Elijah for having everything he wanted.
Elijah knew he'd rubbed it in a bit, but maybe that was the way to get Orli over his crush on Viggo. Sighing he picked up his script, he had a long day ahead of him.
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Poor Orli, I think Lij was a bit harsh on him. I guess he need to get his point thought Orli that Vig is taken forever now.
Well written.
Lillie
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HEE HEE HEE
I am not sure we rate a brilliant, but who am I to argue with you? ;)
Thank you for the lovely FB!
Saklani