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Fic: Controlled 7/45
Title: Controlled (7/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Utterly pissed is not the best look on Elijah. More angst, more humour.
Previous Chapters
The Saturday night following Thanksgiving, the hobbits were going out to the pub as usual, and this time Elijah didn’t bother to try to get out of it. Sean Astin was going to be at home with his family, as it was Ally’s third birthday, but Dom and Billy and Orlando would all be there, along with Liv and Sean Bean, and Elijah found he wasn’t abject to getting good and drunk for a bit.
As much as he tried not to think about what had happened in his kitchen two days before, acting as normal as humanly possible when working with Viggo on the set, he couldn’t will the scene out of his head when he closed his eyes. At night, under the cover of complete darkness, his mind always went exactly where he didn’t want it to go—and at the moment this was the place where Viggo’s thumbs pressed almost deliberately against a raw burn, staring into his eyes with a scary sort of intensity. Elijah, frankly, didn’t want to think about it.
As he started to get dressed for the evening, he did wonder if he was overdoing it a little. He took a shower as always, but he avoided the body lotion, hand cream, and cologne, choosing the rattiest pair of jeans he owned and a plain Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. He didn’t bother shaving, and spent almost no time on his hair. Maybe being so aggressively heterosexual wasn’t actually going to cure him of the longing to have Viggo’s rough hands on his skin again, but he sure as hell was going to try.
He wasn’t homophobic, he reasoned as he steered away from the city centre. He wasn’t even opposed to the idea that he might be bisexual, in the sort of theoretical way that anyone could be, given the opportunity. Still, the opportunity had never actually presented itself to him, and it was unsettling to think about a cast mate in this way. It was even more unsettling when all of the pieces started to just click—Viggo being so fucking intuitive, treating him like an adult, holding his hand in the trailer when he got upset over Orli’s dramatic recitation of the massage bar advert, and then his suggestion that maybe Elijah would find someone in New Zealand. He hadn’t been referring to himself, Elijah was sure of that, but Elijah couldn’t help but wonder…Viggo was old, old enough to know how the world worked. He might get it, might understand, might even be able to…
“Elijah!”
Elijah jumped as he almost ran Dominic over in the car park, smiling weakly when he got out of the car and was practically manhandled by his friend.
“Hey! You’re here! Everyone’s here! Come in!” Elijah laughed to himself as Dominic dragged him towards the steps, and wondered just how many pints Dom had already consumed.
“You all right there, stud?” Elijah asked, casually sliding an arm under Dom’s to steady him a bit.
“Fine, fine… come on! We’re getting ready to play a game of pool, you’ll even up teams!”
“Right, Dom… what are the teams?” Elijah asked.
“Oh, you know, guys versus girls,” Dom explained with a twinkle in his eye. “Viggo, Liv, and Orlando against the hobbits.” Elijah smiled again as they entered the pub, glad at least to be personally spared from the female category. Would Dom do the same if he knew? Or what if something really did come of it? What would the hobbits…
“Elijah!” Elijah smiled as Orli broke into a broad grin, left the table and gave him an exuberant hug, almost knocking Elijah down as Dom kindly went to the bar to get him a beer. “Take off your coat, stay awhile…”
“Uh, right… Orli, how long before me did you guys get here, anyway?” Elijah asked with a raised eyebrow.
“They drink fast,” Liv reasoned with a conspiratorial wink, and Elijah gave her a grateful smile. He was all too used to his friends’ normal Saturday night imbibing pace, and tonight, he was resolved to join them. Viggo, leaning casually against the wall, ankles crossed with the pool cue propped next to him, was looking entirely too calm and… well, honestly, beautiful. Yeah, Elijah needed a drink.
“Elijah, we just got started. Take a shot, it’s your turn.” Elijah nodded at Billy’s command and selected a cue from the wall, lining up his shot and aiming for the first solid he saw. The red ball sailed easily into a corner pocket, and he thanked both his sobriety and the pool table in Angela’s basement as he narrowly made a shot at the purple as well. Orlando cursed good-naturedly, and Dom just thumped Elijah on the back as he handed him a beer, but the next shot was a miss and so it was Liv’s turn.
“Hey Livvie, aren’t you supposed to be, you know, leaning over and flashing your tits to distract me?” Dom asked with a cheeky grin when Liv missed her shot and it was Dom’s go. She just rolled her eyes and flipped him off with her middle finger, prompting a lecture from Orlando and Billy about the “proper” way to insult an opponent (two fingers, of course). Dom missed his shot, somewhat predictably, and then Viggo managed to sink three balls.
Elijah was hardly surprised, as Viggo seemed to be good at pretty much everything he did, but he willed himself not to watch those steady hands (steady fingertips, pressing into tender red flesh) or perfectly straight back (curved gracefully over the railing, looking out on the storm). He was grateful for the company of the hobbits as he moved on to his second beer, driven more and more to distraction and becoming almost able to have a normal conversation without any weird homosexual urges.
“Hey Elijah, I bet you twenty quid you won’t hop up on this pool table and dance with your shirt off,” Dom suggested when they were well on their way to losing a third game and Elijah was halfway through his fourth pint.
“Oh, Dommie… I’m not that easy,” Elijah replied, batting his eyelashes in a way that was at least meant to look seductive.
“Yeah, no fair anyways! You’re trying to throw the game before we can win!” Liv pointed out, but she too was slurring a bit, and didn’t really seem to care all that much.
“But Livvy, don’t you want to see pretty Elijah all cute and nipply?” Dom cooed, and the entire group burst into laughter.
“Nipply? Did you really just say nipply?” Billy shrieked, bent over the table in an attempt to catch his breath through peals of laughter.
“Aw, come on ‘Lijah. Too much of a chicken to take on a friendly bet?” Dom pouted, but Elijah wasn’t quite that drunk yet.
“What about you, Dommeh?” Billy asked, still barely able to speak. “Twenty quid to get… nipply!” The group burst into laughter yet again, but Dom just scoffed indignantly and began to strip.
“Hold this, Elwood,” he demanded, thrusting his shirt at Elijah as he began to somewhat unsteadily climb upon the table. Elijah just stared as Dom got to his feet and began to dance to some internal rhythm, obviously not the country and western song the pub was playing at the moment, much to the amusement of some patrons and to the disgust of others. In the end, it was the owner of the bar who apologetically but firmly came up to Viggo and asked that they, or at least Dominic, leave for the evening. More amused than anything at getting kicked out, the group headed en masse out into the car park and ended up perching on various car bonnets for lack of anything better to do, the majority still pleasantly buzzing.
“I still can’t believe you actually did that,” Elijah commented as Dom shrugged back into his shirt and took the twenty quid Billy begrudgingly passed him.
“Whatever, Doodle. Livvy liked it, didn’t you baby?” Liv just laughed and shoved Dom into Orlando when he tried to lean on her, landing Dom and Orlando in a sort of half-snuggle on Viggo’s hood that they made no real effort to abort. “Hey Elijah!” Dom suddenly shouted, and Elijah groaned.
“What now?” he asked with a very suspicious look.
“I have an ideaaa…”
Elijah hopped down to the gravel and began to back up away from the cars as Dom trailed off with an evil look in his eye. He for one remembered quite clearly the last few ideas Dom had gotten while intoxicated, but he was surprised to find himself stopped in his retreat by a rock wall, or rather, a rock wall with arms. Sean Bean had shown up about an hour before, and Elijah found himself really wishing he hadn’t when Dom drunkenly fished an eyeliner pencil out of his pocket.
“Mercy! Mercy! Dominic Monaghan, don’t you dare try to put makeup on me drunk!” Elijah shrieked as Dom flicked the cap off with his thumb.
“But baby, that’s not what you said last time…”
“Billy! Orli! Help!” Elijah’s last plea came out something like a squeak as Dom started to move the implement roughly in the direction of Elijah’s eye, but Elijah was filled with relief when the motion was abruptly stopped, a pair arms sliding around Dominic and plucking the pencil from his fingers.
“Here Dom. Let me.”
Elijah gulped when Viggo stepped around the blonde hobbit, and was suddenly way too far up in Elijah’s personal space, which was limited by Sean’s arms still snugly wrapped around his middle. He smiled weakly as Viggo leaned in, eyes narrowed in concentration, and let his lids shut instinctively when he felt the cool tip of the pencil. It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant experience, and he managed not to flinch as he felt the blunt instrument slide across his upper and lower lids.
When Viggo was finished, Elijah opened his eyes to find the older man inspecting his work critically, tapping the other end of the pencil against his lip thoughtfully. Elijah gulped as Viggo slowly smiled and lowered his arm.
“Looks good on you,” he commented, voice low and gravely, and Elijah suddenly felt all the blood rush to his head, a wave of drunken dizziness overcoming him before he heaved over and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach all over Viggo’s boots.
Way to go, Wood, he thought as he slumped in Beanie’s arms, his last conscious vision a vaguely displeased looking Viggo looming over him, intimidating but in a good way. Drunk thinking, Elijah decided from that moment forward, was not the way to go.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Utterly pissed is not the best look on Elijah. More angst, more humour.
Previous Chapters
The Saturday night following Thanksgiving, the hobbits were going out to the pub as usual, and this time Elijah didn’t bother to try to get out of it. Sean Astin was going to be at home with his family, as it was Ally’s third birthday, but Dom and Billy and Orlando would all be there, along with Liv and Sean Bean, and Elijah found he wasn’t abject to getting good and drunk for a bit.
As much as he tried not to think about what had happened in his kitchen two days before, acting as normal as humanly possible when working with Viggo on the set, he couldn’t will the scene out of his head when he closed his eyes. At night, under the cover of complete darkness, his mind always went exactly where he didn’t want it to go—and at the moment this was the place where Viggo’s thumbs pressed almost deliberately against a raw burn, staring into his eyes with a scary sort of intensity. Elijah, frankly, didn’t want to think about it.
As he started to get dressed for the evening, he did wonder if he was overdoing it a little. He took a shower as always, but he avoided the body lotion, hand cream, and cologne, choosing the rattiest pair of jeans he owned and a plain Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. He didn’t bother shaving, and spent almost no time on his hair. Maybe being so aggressively heterosexual wasn’t actually going to cure him of the longing to have Viggo’s rough hands on his skin again, but he sure as hell was going to try.
He wasn’t homophobic, he reasoned as he steered away from the city centre. He wasn’t even opposed to the idea that he might be bisexual, in the sort of theoretical way that anyone could be, given the opportunity. Still, the opportunity had never actually presented itself to him, and it was unsettling to think about a cast mate in this way. It was even more unsettling when all of the pieces started to just click—Viggo being so fucking intuitive, treating him like an adult, holding his hand in the trailer when he got upset over Orli’s dramatic recitation of the massage bar advert, and then his suggestion that maybe Elijah would find someone in New Zealand. He hadn’t been referring to himself, Elijah was sure of that, but Elijah couldn’t help but wonder…Viggo was old, old enough to know how the world worked. He might get it, might understand, might even be able to…
“Elijah!”
Elijah jumped as he almost ran Dominic over in the car park, smiling weakly when he got out of the car and was practically manhandled by his friend.
“Hey! You’re here! Everyone’s here! Come in!” Elijah laughed to himself as Dominic dragged him towards the steps, and wondered just how many pints Dom had already consumed.
“You all right there, stud?” Elijah asked, casually sliding an arm under Dom’s to steady him a bit.
“Fine, fine… come on! We’re getting ready to play a game of pool, you’ll even up teams!”
“Right, Dom… what are the teams?” Elijah asked.
“Oh, you know, guys versus girls,” Dom explained with a twinkle in his eye. “Viggo, Liv, and Orlando against the hobbits.” Elijah smiled again as they entered the pub, glad at least to be personally spared from the female category. Would Dom do the same if he knew? Or what if something really did come of it? What would the hobbits…
“Elijah!” Elijah smiled as Orli broke into a broad grin, left the table and gave him an exuberant hug, almost knocking Elijah down as Dom kindly went to the bar to get him a beer. “Take off your coat, stay awhile…”
“Uh, right… Orli, how long before me did you guys get here, anyway?” Elijah asked with a raised eyebrow.
“They drink fast,” Liv reasoned with a conspiratorial wink, and Elijah gave her a grateful smile. He was all too used to his friends’ normal Saturday night imbibing pace, and tonight, he was resolved to join them. Viggo, leaning casually against the wall, ankles crossed with the pool cue propped next to him, was looking entirely too calm and… well, honestly, beautiful. Yeah, Elijah needed a drink.
“Elijah, we just got started. Take a shot, it’s your turn.” Elijah nodded at Billy’s command and selected a cue from the wall, lining up his shot and aiming for the first solid he saw. The red ball sailed easily into a corner pocket, and he thanked both his sobriety and the pool table in Angela’s basement as he narrowly made a shot at the purple as well. Orlando cursed good-naturedly, and Dom just thumped Elijah on the back as he handed him a beer, but the next shot was a miss and so it was Liv’s turn.
“Hey Livvie, aren’t you supposed to be, you know, leaning over and flashing your tits to distract me?” Dom asked with a cheeky grin when Liv missed her shot and it was Dom’s go. She just rolled her eyes and flipped him off with her middle finger, prompting a lecture from Orlando and Billy about the “proper” way to insult an opponent (two fingers, of course). Dom missed his shot, somewhat predictably, and then Viggo managed to sink three balls.
Elijah was hardly surprised, as Viggo seemed to be good at pretty much everything he did, but he willed himself not to watch those steady hands (steady fingertips, pressing into tender red flesh) or perfectly straight back (curved gracefully over the railing, looking out on the storm). He was grateful for the company of the hobbits as he moved on to his second beer, driven more and more to distraction and becoming almost able to have a normal conversation without any weird homosexual urges.
“Hey Elijah, I bet you twenty quid you won’t hop up on this pool table and dance with your shirt off,” Dom suggested when they were well on their way to losing a third game and Elijah was halfway through his fourth pint.
“Oh, Dommie… I’m not that easy,” Elijah replied, batting his eyelashes in a way that was at least meant to look seductive.
“Yeah, no fair anyways! You’re trying to throw the game before we can win!” Liv pointed out, but she too was slurring a bit, and didn’t really seem to care all that much.
“But Livvy, don’t you want to see pretty Elijah all cute and nipply?” Dom cooed, and the entire group burst into laughter.
“Nipply? Did you really just say nipply?” Billy shrieked, bent over the table in an attempt to catch his breath through peals of laughter.
“Aw, come on ‘Lijah. Too much of a chicken to take on a friendly bet?” Dom pouted, but Elijah wasn’t quite that drunk yet.
“What about you, Dommeh?” Billy asked, still barely able to speak. “Twenty quid to get… nipply!” The group burst into laughter yet again, but Dom just scoffed indignantly and began to strip.
“Hold this, Elwood,” he demanded, thrusting his shirt at Elijah as he began to somewhat unsteadily climb upon the table. Elijah just stared as Dom got to his feet and began to dance to some internal rhythm, obviously not the country and western song the pub was playing at the moment, much to the amusement of some patrons and to the disgust of others. In the end, it was the owner of the bar who apologetically but firmly came up to Viggo and asked that they, or at least Dominic, leave for the evening. More amused than anything at getting kicked out, the group headed en masse out into the car park and ended up perching on various car bonnets for lack of anything better to do, the majority still pleasantly buzzing.
“I still can’t believe you actually did that,” Elijah commented as Dom shrugged back into his shirt and took the twenty quid Billy begrudgingly passed him.
“Whatever, Doodle. Livvy liked it, didn’t you baby?” Liv just laughed and shoved Dom into Orlando when he tried to lean on her, landing Dom and Orlando in a sort of half-snuggle on Viggo’s hood that they made no real effort to abort. “Hey Elijah!” Dom suddenly shouted, and Elijah groaned.
“What now?” he asked with a very suspicious look.
“I have an ideaaa…”
Elijah hopped down to the gravel and began to back up away from the cars as Dom trailed off with an evil look in his eye. He for one remembered quite clearly the last few ideas Dom had gotten while intoxicated, but he was surprised to find himself stopped in his retreat by a rock wall, or rather, a rock wall with arms. Sean Bean had shown up about an hour before, and Elijah found himself really wishing he hadn’t when Dom drunkenly fished an eyeliner pencil out of his pocket.
“Mercy! Mercy! Dominic Monaghan, don’t you dare try to put makeup on me drunk!” Elijah shrieked as Dom flicked the cap off with his thumb.
“But baby, that’s not what you said last time…”
“Billy! Orli! Help!” Elijah’s last plea came out something like a squeak as Dom started to move the implement roughly in the direction of Elijah’s eye, but Elijah was filled with relief when the motion was abruptly stopped, a pair arms sliding around Dominic and plucking the pencil from his fingers.
“Here Dom. Let me.”
Elijah gulped when Viggo stepped around the blonde hobbit, and was suddenly way too far up in Elijah’s personal space, which was limited by Sean’s arms still snugly wrapped around his middle. He smiled weakly as Viggo leaned in, eyes narrowed in concentration, and let his lids shut instinctively when he felt the cool tip of the pencil. It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant experience, and he managed not to flinch as he felt the blunt instrument slide across his upper and lower lids.
When Viggo was finished, Elijah opened his eyes to find the older man inspecting his work critically, tapping the other end of the pencil against his lip thoughtfully. Elijah gulped as Viggo slowly smiled and lowered his arm.
“Looks good on you,” he commented, voice low and gravely, and Elijah suddenly felt all the blood rush to his head, a wave of drunken dizziness overcoming him before he heaved over and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach all over Viggo’s boots.
Way to go, Wood, he thought as he slumped in Beanie’s arms, his last conscious vision a vaguely displeased looking Viggo looming over him, intimidating but in a good way. Drunk thinking, Elijah decided from that moment forward, was not the way to go.
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“But baby, that’s not what you said last time…”
SQUEEEEEEE!!!
Poor Lij and his denial.... :( Hopefully he'll get over it soon.
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LOL,,,,,
OMG Elijah. I hadn't realized he was that drunk.
But this made it all worth it.
"he slumped in Beanie’s arms, his last conscious vision a vaguely displeased looking Viggo looming over him, intimidating but in a good way."
Viggo , applying eyeliner to Elijah's already mesmerizing eyes, mmmm.
I hadn't realized that Elijah had yet to question his sexuality which puts the whole fic in a far more serious frame. Yet you did make sure we knew his previous practice dom was a girl.
Can't wait for the next chapter, Viggo is not going to be happy with the ringbearer. Hopefully he is an understanding dom.
Thanks for this newest chapter.
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I don't think he realised he was that drunk. Lol.
And yeah, I kind of see Elijah as being rather open about sexuality so, although he's never exactly considered himself as gay or bi he wouldn't rule it out, given the right person. I kind of subscribe that whole slightly hippie "everyone has the potential to be bisexual" theory. Viggo's just, ahem, bringing out Elijah's potential. Hehe. But you'll find out more about that in a later chapter :-)