fellowshippers | Brethren, Chapter Fourteen

Title: Brethren 14/15
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Beta:

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Pairing: VM/DM, SB/EW
Rating: NC-17 this part
Disclaimer: Clearly not true.
Summary: Wherein the author proves that she is, indeed, insatiable.
A/N: I realised when I put this up with the flashback that I had made a mistake last chapter and switched from "Dominic" to "Dom" when the orgasms started happening. *smirk* I went back and fixed it. Can you really blame me?
A/N2: I'm going to be in New York this weekend so I'll either post the last chapter Sunday night or next Wednesday. Sorry to make everyone wait!

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“Viggo!” Dominic felt himself come, hard, hips still thrusting into his own hand, a split second before he felt lucidity dawn, along with the morning light. His eyes opened, fearing the worst, and immediately locked with Viggo’s—vibrant blue and intent. Hungry.

Dominic gasped.

Dominic moaned.

Dominic watched, transfixed, as Viggo crawled across the straw mat to Dominic’s pallet, graceful as a panther, his eyes never leaving Dominic. Whatever explanation Dominic might have given for his errant moan caught in his throat when Viggo stopped, legs on either side of Dominic’s, hands on his cheeks.

“Tell me, Dominic. All my other questions later, but tell me this,” Viggo asked, his voice raspy and hoarse with—Dom realized with wide eyes—desire. “Do you want me?”

Dominic stared, processing the heat of Viggo’s breath on his lips, the scratch of Viggo’s fingers on his stubble, and the desire in Viggo’s eyes. Unable to escape the fog of his dream or think about the consequences of what he was feeling towards Viggo, he nodded, leaning in as Viggo pressed their lips together in a kiss that was hot, utterly decadent, and thoroughly addicting.

“Oh God…Viggo,” Dominic gasped as Viggo pulled away. “I don’t… I mean I’ve never…”

“Shh. It’s okay, it’s okay,” Viggo insisted, kissing both of Dominic’s cheeks and his forehead and threading his fingers through Dominic’s hair. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want to touch you, want to kiss you… is that okay?”

“Yes… God, yes, I…”

Dominic’s words were swallowed by Viggo’s lips, giving Viggo a chance to think. He wasn’t sure what had happened this morning, exactly. He wasn’t sure why he had awoken to find Dominic stroking himself in his sleep for the second morning in a row, nor was he sure why he stayed where he was this time, lying next to Dominic, watching the young man touch himself as he dreamed. He wasn’t sure why Viggo’s name had been on Dominic’s lips this morning, but he did know that with that shout, just as Dominic came, Viggo knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist anymore.

Dominic was innocent, but he wanted this, Viggo knew now, and the temptation was too strong to deny. Viggo was rarely so impulsive, but this time he had to give in.

“You’re sure, Dominic? You’re sure you want this?” Viggo whispered as he pulled away again. “I have to be sure…”

“Yes,” Dominic replied, a little more awake now. “I’m not really sure why I do, or what this means… but…”

“It’s okay, Dominic. You don’t have to…”

“No. I should tell you this. I… well I’ve never been interested in girls, you know, back in Germany or in Bethlehem. I know we’re not supposed to have impure thoughts about women before we’re married, but most of the other boys do; I’ve heard them talking about it.”

“And you never had those thoughts?” Viggo asked, his expression patient, absently brushing Dominic’s hair back from his face.

“No. I never had those thoughts at all. I mean, sometimes I would feel myself get hard, but not thinking about girls.”

“Thinking about boys?”

“No… well not until recently.”

“Tell me about it,” Viggo encouraged, his fingers now kneading into the back of Dominic’s neck.

“I had a dream,” Dominic admitted, his tone a bit hesitant. “Last night, I… well after you told me, you know, about the men in the native communities, and about their relationships, I had a strange dream. I was standing in this circle, full of natives, and… well I saw you.”

“What was I doing?” Viggo asked softly, gently pressing his lips to Dominic’s neck.

“You were…well, you were… with Elijah. In the fire. You were chanting, this strange chant, like you were praying, and Elijah was too, and the two of you were somehow untouched by the flames.”

“Were we…intimate?” Viggo asked, guessing the nature of the dream.

“Yeah. Well I mean, you weren’t… having sex,” Dominic explained with a blush. “But you kissed.”

“And then what?” Viggo asked, his voice a little husky as he breathed in the scent of Dominic’s skin.

“Well, Billy was there. And he was telling me that you loved Elijah, like a man loves a woman and I was… so jealous,” he admitted. “I could see what he meant, and it made me so jealous.”

“Elijah? You know that’s not true, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Dominic agreed with a sheepish smile. “I mean, I think I know that…” he revised, looking a bit uneasy.

Viggo laughed and pressed his lips to Dominic’s again. “I’ve never been sexually attracted to Elijah, Dominic. I’ve been his mentor, a kindred spirit, but that’s it.”

“Oh. But you’re my mentor,” Dominic pointed out.

“I am. But I’d like to be more than that,” Viggo admitted. “Why don’t you finish telling me your dream, though?”

Dominic nodded, leaning into Viggo’s comforting touch as he slid one arm around Dominic’s waist, the other still stroking his cheek. “Well, after Billy told me that you and Elijah… loved each other… he made me admit that I wanted that, too. That I wanted you to love me. And then I started singing, in a native language, and you had replaced Billy and you were… touching me. And then you kissed me, and I woke up. And I realized that I wasn’t singing the song, it was you, in real life. And I was hard.”

Viggo smiled and nodded. “It’s an old lullaby,” he explained. “A wife of one of the shamans taught it to me. It’s an ancient tune, and sometimes it comforts, and calms me.” Viggo chose not to explain why he had needed to be calmed after waking that morning, what he had seen and heard. Dominic was already a bit skittish.

“It’s a beautiful song.” Dominic paused for a moment, closing his eyes and tipping his head back a bit as Viggo’s fingers moved from his cheek to rake across his scalp. “Last night, I… I saw something,” he admitted suddenly.

“What did you see?” Viggo asked in a soft tone, questioning rather than accusatory.

“I was walking to the woods to relieve myself, and on the way back I heard something. I thought it was a scream, you know, that someone was hurt.”

“So you went to investigate?”

“Yeah. It was coming from a cabin, and I walked up to the wall, and I found a hole.”

“And what did you see?” Viggo prompted.

“It was… well there were two men, inside, and they were… um…”

“Making love?” Viggo asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes. And I couldn’t keep myself from watching them. I… liked, watching them. At first I thought the older man was hurting the younger man… I mean, he was, you know, inside him. And you said it was the other way around…”

“Well, usually,” Viggo clarified. “But sometimes such a relationship doesn’t evolve into marriage between a man and a woman. Occasionally, the two men stay together. It’s not common, but it’s also accepted when it does happen, and in that case it doesn’t necessarily have to be the younger man making love to the older.”

“Oh… so you think they were… in love?”

“They very well may be,” Viggo agreed.

“Do you… I mean if we… can I…”

“Be the one on top?” Viggo asked.

“Yeah.”

“Sure, if you’d prefer.”

“I’m not sure,” Dominic clarified. “I mean at first, I thought that, you know, being the one on the receiving end… it would be scary. I mean, the boy was screaming. But then, something shifted, and then he stopped screaming, and instead he was moaning. I mean, he really wanted what the man was doing to him, and the man was touching him, while he penetrated the boy, and…”

“It made you hard?” Viggo asked, noticing how Dominic’s breathing quickened as he told his story.

Dominic nodded. “I had trouble getting to sleep after that, but when I did, I had another dream.”

“Like the night before?”

“No, this time I was back outside, watching the man and the boy, and I started… touching myself. And then you were there, behind me.”

“Was I touching you?” Viggo asked, his breathing speeding up as well as his hand drifted from Dominic’s waist to his thigh.

“Yeah,” Dominic agreed, also breathless. “And it felt so good, and you were whispering to me, and then we weren’t watching the natives anymore, we were watching ourselves, I mean you were… making love to me… and I was watching it happen.”

“And that’s why you said my name?”

“Well, not exactly… you… well you entered me, while we were watching, and you made me feel so… loved, and also desperate, and needy… and then I woke up.”

Dominic turned in Viggo’s arms as he finished his story, and smiled when he found Viggo’s eyes completely dark, his heart beating quickly.

Taking a deep breath for courage, Dom let his own eyes shift into soft focus, leaning in towards Viggo. “Let me make you feel good,” he offered in a rough whisper, his hand sliding down Viggo’s chest and continuing downwards as he engaged Viggo in another kiss.

Dominic’s heart was pounding wildly, and he wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but the sun was coming up quickly, and they would soon need to venture out-of-doors for breakfast. Taking a deep breath to steal his courage, he let himself concentrate on the carnal need that Viggo’s kiss inspired in him as his hand slipped up under the shift. He gasped when he found warm, hard flesh under his palm, but Viggo’s needy moan inspired him to continue.

“Oh God… Dominic…please…”

Dominic buried his own face in Viggo’s neck, trying to hide the intensity of his own arousal as he wrapped his hand around Viggo’s cock and stroked at a steady pace.

“Is that good?” Dominic whispered after a minute, anxious to please Viggo.

“Yes, God… harder, Dominic. Please, just a little more… oh God! That’s it, that’s….” Viggo’s groan was absorbed into Dominic’s mouth as he kissed the older man.

Dominic was sure something was wrong with his body, for he felt as if his blood was on fire, his skin was clammy, and he was already hard again despite his earlier release. The sound of Viggo’s heavy breathing and the feel of the older man’s chest rising and falling rapidly only served to heighten his arousal as Viggo finally moaned loudly around Dominic’s tongue and a slippery liquid slid between his fingers.

“Viggo,” Dominic whispered simply when they pulled apart, Viggo trying to catch his breath, both looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

“May I…?”

Dominic nodded, hastily, as Viggo took his hand by the wrist and guided it to Dominic’s own renewed erection, wrapping Dominic’s fingers around it with his own and leading Dominic in a hasty up-and-down stroke. When all of the fluid coating Dominic’s hand was absorbed, Viggo pushed it away and brought him expertly to the brink, his teeth scraping along the shell of Dominic’s ear and nibbling at a spot just beneath the lobe on Dominic’s neck. Dominic shivered, undone, and it didn’t take long before it was inevitable.

“Now, Dominic. For me,” Viggo whispered, and Dominic moaned, biting his lower lip to quiet himself, as he spilled into Viggo’s hand.

By the time breakfast was prepared, Dominic’s hunger was already satisfied.

The sun was low in the sky when Sean and Elijah finally made camp halfway between the two rivers, hoping to catch up with Viggo and Dominic by the end of the second day. Both men were exhausted by the time they fetched water, took care of the horses, and started a fire. They ate a simple supper of bread and fruit, with a little whisky for warmth from the flask Sean wore on his hip, and then spread out the flannel blanket they had brought in the pine straw to sleep.

Sean folded his hands behind his head where he lay on his back, silently naming the constellations he spotted between the trees. He had just identified the Big and Little Dippers and Orion’s belt when he was assaulted by a mass of pale, horny, clumsy young flesh.

“Lad!” he half-protested as Elijah tried to hold Sean’s arms down at his sides. “We need to sleep…”

“Well, consider this a sleeping tonic, then,” Elijah replied cheekily before pressing his lips insistently to Sean’s, his fingers making short work of the laces on Sean’s breeches.

“Elijah,” Sean protested again when Elijah’s lips finally left his own. “We can’t… we need…”

“This?” Elijah’s eyes were bright as he fished a small glass phial from the canvas bag that lay next to him, stopped with a cork. He grinned and handed it to Sean.

“You stole Billy’s olive oil?” Sean asked, incredulous.

“Borrowed it. Borrowed. For a good purpose. C’mon, Sean. I want you,” Elijah said as he grabbed Sean’s wrist and pressed Sean’s hand to his own erection.

These words apparently destroyed any thread of resistance Sean had left, and with a growl he pounced on Elijah, who emitted a happy squeak as Sean finished the work on his breeches and then Elijah’s. Elijah whimpered when Sean bent his legs back and popped the cork from the bottle, and he eagerly spread them further to offer his body to Sean’s questing fingers.

“Jesus, lad… so fucking tight…”

Elijah grinned widely at Sean’s language and squeezed his inner muscles as Sean curled two fingers against his prostate. “I love it when you talk dirty,” he confessed, and Sean rolled his eyes before engaging him in another kiss.

“You could tempt Satan into doing good, boy. It’s a wonder I held out this long.”

Elijah laughed merrily and then gasped as Sean entered his body with a third finger. “Christ, Sean… now, please!”
“You little seducer… I should make you wait,” Sean objected, again curling his fingers hard enough to make sparks explode behind Elijah’s eyes, his back involuntarily snapping into an arch.

“Please!”

Sean growled again, failing to resist Elijah’s impassioned pleas, and quickly slicking himself with a few strokes of the oil. Elijah moaned loudly in relief as Sean sunk home, his heavy bollocks slapping lewdly against Elijah’s arse.

“Christ!” Elijah gasped, and Sean grinned and executed a long stroke that had Elijah shivering in need. Smiling mischievously, he bent his head to suck on a pale spot of flesh at the back of Elijah’s thigh. Elijah groaned in reaction and grabbed twin handfuls of Sean’s arse, urging him to thrust harder.

“Jesus, lad. Such a seductive little devil. How did I ever resist you?” Sean asked rhetorically as he grabbed Elijah’s face in both hands and kissed him soundly.

“Sean! God, please!” Elijah begged when Sean pulled away, Elijah’s lower lip dragging reluctantly between his teeth.

“Please what, lad?” Sean’s hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his biceps standing out in sharp relief as he braced himself on his hands, thrusting at a frantic pace.

“Touch me!” Elijah gasped, and Sean relented almost immediately, leaning back slightly to allow room for his hand to curl around Elijah’s erection and earning a moan of relief from Elijah. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes…”

Elijah bucked hard, his muscles tensing in a shuddering release around Sean’s cock, and the older man could no longer hold back, pinning Elijah to the ground with his lips and hands as he shouted in the joy of his climax.

“Damn,” Elijah exclaimed in a shuddering breath as they collapsed to the blanket together side by side. Sean draped his arm loosely around Elijah’s body as he kissed him softly, his fingertips trailing over Elijah’s hip and side to prompt a full-body shudder from the younger man.

“You undo me, lad,” Sean admitted in a whisper to the cool night air. Elijah smiled, triumphant, and pressed a soft kiss to Sean’s shoulder.

“Well, I’d say that’s progress,” Elijah whispered, grinning as he succumbed to sleep in Sean’s arms.