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Fic: Controlled 8/45
Title: Controlled (8/45)
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: Elijah deals with the repercussions of his actions, and Viggo talks back.
Previous Chapters
“So then he leaned over and just heaved, like all of it, I mean you could practically see the individual parts of his supper on Viggo’s…”
“That’s enough, Dominic.”
Elijah had never been more grateful to Viggo than at that moment, but all he managed was a weak smile, curling up against a tree that was part of the set and trying to block them all out.
It was Monday morning, but shooting was delayed due to “unforeseen circumstances,” and so the fellowship plus a few spare Uruks and Elves were sitting around in a sloppy semicircle on the grass, those who hadn’t been there hearing the tales of the previous Saturday evening. Elijah, for one, just wanted to sleep it off, as his stomachache had never quite gone away, and every time he recalled the incident in his mind he felt just a bit more nauseous.
Waking up the next morning, he couldn’t remember exactly how he had come to be at his own apartment, but his car was in the driveway and a note was on his dresser next to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Don’t worry; I’m not mad. You really do look good in eyeliner. Now drink up!
-V
Elijah had smiled weakly at Viggo’s attempt, though really saying that he wasn’t mad just made Elijah think that he should be, and that hurt more than his throbbing head or violently heaving stomach. He threw up a few more times that morning, and then took a long shower and scrubbed off the remains of his blackened eyes, which may have looked good the previous evening but were now thick with sleep and the abuses of his pillow, which was now adorned with the odd black streak.
Throughout the afternoon, lazing around and watching reruns of the Kiwi soapies, Elijah tried to pretend that it hadn’t happened, that it had all just been a very bad dream. But no, his attempt to wash away all sexually charged memory of Viggo in a haze of alcohol had failed absolutely utterly. Now, all he could think of was a pair of strong arms around him (Beanie’s arms, but just the same) and Viggo standing over him and telling him he looked good. Jesus Christ, he needed therapy, but there was nothing for it right now.
Liv, to her credit, brought him another bottle of water when his was empty, and didn’t question him sitting off to the side, ignoring the chipper group and their storytelling. Normally, he would have been exuberantly joining in, but no one could blame him today, and he was grateful for that. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleee…
“Hey mate. Can we talk?” Elijah blinked, saw Dom crouching next to him, closed his eyes again, re-opened them, and yeah, Dom was still there.
“Uh sure, Dommie, what do you need?”
“I’m sorry mate. I know you’re still mad at me…”
“I’m not mad, Dom.” And it was essentially true. “It isn’t your fault that I can’t hold my liquor.”
“Yeah, but if it wasn’t for me, and the eyeliner…” Dom trailed off, looking uncertain.
“The eyeliner wasn’t the problem,” Elijah replied firmly.
“What was, then? You seemed all right, and then you just went kind of…hazy. Viggo was watching you, and then you just sort of slumped and lost it.”
“Dom.” Elijah knew his firm tone sounded angry, but if that was true there was nothing he could do. “Don’t worry about it.” Dom looked uncertain, and almost sweet in his Merry wig and makeup, but he finally decided to drop it and gave Elijah a small smile, ruffling his fake hair and then bounding back to the rest of the group. Elijah shut his eyes again, pretending to sleep, but he was very much awake now.
Was he really that obvious? ‘You just went kind of… hazy.’ Fuck. He didn’t really remember it, but he would bet anything that “haze” had something to do with lust, and Viggo, and… shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Elijah had to work with Viggo. Elijah was going to have to work with Viggo for the better part of the coming year. Elijah would still be working with Viggo, at least somewhat, when he celebrated his twentieth birthday. Elijah would still be seeing Viggo at functions, at premieres, at whatever, when he was twenty-two. Elijah needed to fucking grow up, or there wasn’t going to be a film.
Or maybe Pete would just cast him aside, like he had done with Stuart. Sure, they had been filming for a month and a half now, but how hard could it be? Small pretty boys who could read their lines were a dime a dozen in Hollywood, and sure Elijah was experienced but Pete could find someone else. Or maybe Dom or Billy could play Frodo, and someone else could come in to replace them. No, he couldn’t fuck this up. He had to be professional. He had to put his fucking sexuality on the back burner and he certainly did not need to be fighting the urge to sink to his knees every time Viggo put a hand on his fucking shoulder.
“Elijah? You awake?”
Oh, fucking hell.
“Am now, man. What’s up?” Elijah asked weakly, hoping that he conveyed the appearance of a man who just wanted to go back to sleep
“I just wanted you to know. You know. I’m not mad.” Viggo gave him a small smile, and Elijah’s heart just wanted to leap out of his chest. Oh, bloody hell.
“Right, Viggo. I know.” Elijah bit back a smile; the older man had sounded almost inarticulate, and that was rare.
“I just noticed you’ve been a little off, lately. I want you to be comfortable with me, Elijah.”
Elijah looked up and he wondered if he was imagining things or if Viggo was really giving him a look for warning, of firm suggestion. Did Viggo know? Impossible. “I am comfortable with you. I like you, Vig.”
“I know that, Elijah. I like you too, but I want you to be comfortable with me. There’s a difference. I mean, we have to work together for…”
“I know how long we have to work together, okay?” Elijah knew he was snapping, but Viggo hit too close to home and he couldn’t help his reaction. “You think I haven’t been thinking about it? You think I haven’t been reminding myself, all the fucking time?” Elijah’s eyes flashed ice blue, but then he looked around him and realized he was being stared at, and quickly lowered his voice to a somewhat raw whisper. “Don’t underestimate my ability to do my job, Viggo. I’m not a child.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Viggo gripped his upper arm. It was a motion that would seem gentle to the causal observer, but Elijah felt the fingers digging into his flesh, felt the hard jab of bone against muscle.
“If you were a child, Elijah,” Viggo replied in an eerily calm tone, “we wouldn’t be having this discussion.” And then, as quick as he appeared, Viggo was gone.
Elijah Wood was now most definitely in some deep, deep shit.
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: Elijah deals with the repercussions of his actions, and Viggo talks back.
Previous Chapters
“So then he leaned over and just heaved, like all of it, I mean you could practically see the individual parts of his supper on Viggo’s…”
“That’s enough, Dominic.”
Elijah had never been more grateful to Viggo than at that moment, but all he managed was a weak smile, curling up against a tree that was part of the set and trying to block them all out.
It was Monday morning, but shooting was delayed due to “unforeseen circumstances,” and so the fellowship plus a few spare Uruks and Elves were sitting around in a sloppy semicircle on the grass, those who hadn’t been there hearing the tales of the previous Saturday evening. Elijah, for one, just wanted to sleep it off, as his stomachache had never quite gone away, and every time he recalled the incident in his mind he felt just a bit more nauseous.
Waking up the next morning, he couldn’t remember exactly how he had come to be at his own apartment, but his car was in the driveway and a note was on his dresser next to a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Don’t worry; I’m not mad. You really do look good in eyeliner. Now drink up!
-V
Elijah had smiled weakly at Viggo’s attempt, though really saying that he wasn’t mad just made Elijah think that he should be, and that hurt more than his throbbing head or violently heaving stomach. He threw up a few more times that morning, and then took a long shower and scrubbed off the remains of his blackened eyes, which may have looked good the previous evening but were now thick with sleep and the abuses of his pillow, which was now adorned with the odd black streak.
Throughout the afternoon, lazing around and watching reruns of the Kiwi soapies, Elijah tried to pretend that it hadn’t happened, that it had all just been a very bad dream. But no, his attempt to wash away all sexually charged memory of Viggo in a haze of alcohol had failed absolutely utterly. Now, all he could think of was a pair of strong arms around him (Beanie’s arms, but just the same) and Viggo standing over him and telling him he looked good. Jesus Christ, he needed therapy, but there was nothing for it right now.
Liv, to her credit, brought him another bottle of water when his was empty, and didn’t question him sitting off to the side, ignoring the chipper group and their storytelling. Normally, he would have been exuberantly joining in, but no one could blame him today, and he was grateful for that. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleee…
“Hey mate. Can we talk?” Elijah blinked, saw Dom crouching next to him, closed his eyes again, re-opened them, and yeah, Dom was still there.
“Uh sure, Dommie, what do you need?”
“I’m sorry mate. I know you’re still mad at me…”
“I’m not mad, Dom.” And it was essentially true. “It isn’t your fault that I can’t hold my liquor.”
“Yeah, but if it wasn’t for me, and the eyeliner…” Dom trailed off, looking uncertain.
“The eyeliner wasn’t the problem,” Elijah replied firmly.
“What was, then? You seemed all right, and then you just went kind of…hazy. Viggo was watching you, and then you just sort of slumped and lost it.”
“Dom.” Elijah knew his firm tone sounded angry, but if that was true there was nothing he could do. “Don’t worry about it.” Dom looked uncertain, and almost sweet in his Merry wig and makeup, but he finally decided to drop it and gave Elijah a small smile, ruffling his fake hair and then bounding back to the rest of the group. Elijah shut his eyes again, pretending to sleep, but he was very much awake now.
Was he really that obvious? ‘You just went kind of… hazy.’ Fuck. He didn’t really remember it, but he would bet anything that “haze” had something to do with lust, and Viggo, and… shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Elijah had to work with Viggo. Elijah was going to have to work with Viggo for the better part of the coming year. Elijah would still be working with Viggo, at least somewhat, when he celebrated his twentieth birthday. Elijah would still be seeing Viggo at functions, at premieres, at whatever, when he was twenty-two. Elijah needed to fucking grow up, or there wasn’t going to be a film.
Or maybe Pete would just cast him aside, like he had done with Stuart. Sure, they had been filming for a month and a half now, but how hard could it be? Small pretty boys who could read their lines were a dime a dozen in Hollywood, and sure Elijah was experienced but Pete could find someone else. Or maybe Dom or Billy could play Frodo, and someone else could come in to replace them. No, he couldn’t fuck this up. He had to be professional. He had to put his fucking sexuality on the back burner and he certainly did not need to be fighting the urge to sink to his knees every time Viggo put a hand on his fucking shoulder.
“Elijah? You awake?”
Oh, fucking hell.
“Am now, man. What’s up?” Elijah asked weakly, hoping that he conveyed the appearance of a man who just wanted to go back to sleep
“I just wanted you to know. You know. I’m not mad.” Viggo gave him a small smile, and Elijah’s heart just wanted to leap out of his chest. Oh, bloody hell.
“Right, Viggo. I know.” Elijah bit back a smile; the older man had sounded almost inarticulate, and that was rare.
“I just noticed you’ve been a little off, lately. I want you to be comfortable with me, Elijah.”
Elijah looked up and he wondered if he was imagining things or if Viggo was really giving him a look for warning, of firm suggestion. Did Viggo know? Impossible. “I am comfortable with you. I like you, Vig.”
“I know that, Elijah. I like you too, but I want you to be comfortable with me. There’s a difference. I mean, we have to work together for…”
“I know how long we have to work together, okay?” Elijah knew he was snapping, but Viggo hit too close to home and he couldn’t help his reaction. “You think I haven’t been thinking about it? You think I haven’t been reminding myself, all the fucking time?” Elijah’s eyes flashed ice blue, but then he looked around him and realized he was being stared at, and quickly lowered his voice to a somewhat raw whisper. “Don’t underestimate my ability to do my job, Viggo. I’m not a child.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Viggo gripped his upper arm. It was a motion that would seem gentle to the causal observer, but Elijah felt the fingers digging into his flesh, felt the hard jab of bone against muscle.
“If you were a child, Elijah,” Viggo replied in an eerily calm tone, “we wouldn’t be having this discussion.” And then, as quick as he appeared, Viggo was gone.
Elijah Wood was now most definitely in some deep, deep shit.
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And I'm sure you will get more elaborate comments than this :)
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Oh, yeah, baby, draaaag out the tension: I love it!
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Now if he could just get his head out of his ass...
Love Viggo's characterization; it's so understated, much like I'd imagine Viggo to be.
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Ha! Indeed.
Thank you for the comment about Viggo's character... that understatement is one of my favourite things about him and I'm glad I've managed to capture it somewhat.
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Hugs them both.
Thank you
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