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Fic: Controlled 25/45
Title: Controlled (25/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, light R for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, dirty talk
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: A morning at the beach.
Previous Chapters
After several days on holiday, Elijah was thinking he could get used to this pretty quickly. They drove all the way up to the northern tip of the island, stopping at the Bay of Plenty for a boat tour and marine mammal sightings along with a view of the gorgeous White Island, in Rotorua to see the geysers, in Coromandel for kayaking and snorkelling at Cathedral Cove, and finally Auckland to just be tourists for a couple of days.
Throughout the trip, Viggo took numerous pictures of the scenery and of Elijah, and every night there was some sort of surprise in store. Elijah felt incredibly relaxed, and when ten days had passed, he was reluctant to accept that they would soon be returning to Wellington. Though they had another week and a half left of the holiday, there was something about being out of town with Viggo that made him feel more adult, like a “normal” couple going on a vacation. Here, he could be Viggo’s partner, feel like an equal, and not worry about being the kid on set or the stress of channelling Frodo. However, it wasn’t like Viggo gave him much of a chance to worry.
“All right, hobbit. Up you go, it’s almost ten!”
Elijah groaned and rolled over, opening his eyes blearily to the bright morning light filtering through the blue fabric of a rented two-man tent. He smiled as he remembered the previous night, making love slowly under the stars on this deserted little stretch of sand in Northland, and stretched lazily, feeling the slight soreness in his muscles from sleeping outdoors.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Elijah called as he slithered out of his sleeping bag and dressed quickly before putting his contacts in.
“Well first I’ve got a nice American brunch cooked up for you, and then I thought we might indulge in a swim.” Elijah wrinkled his nose slightly, a bit afraid after last night’s “home cooked” dinner of fresh fish—admittedly tasty, but Elijah hated seeing the heads when Viggo caught them.
“Um, I hope fish isn’t on the menu?”
Viggo just laughed as Elijah climbed out of the tent, slipping into his trainers, which were sitting in the sand just outside the door. “No worries, love. I think you’re going to like this one. We’ve got eggs Benedict, bacon, hash browns… I even found some grits at that market in Auckland.”
“Wow. I stand corrected, then. Sounds amazing,” Elijah complimented as he bent down to offer Viggo a quick kiss from behind, peaking over his shoulder at the various pans rigged up on branches over the fire. “I’m actually quite impressed.”
“As well you should be,” Viggo replied with a grin. “Here, I’ve got some freshwater for you to brush your teeth,” he offered, holding out a jug.
“And after our swim?” Elijah asked, taking the water gratefully as he headed back to the tent to find his toiletries.
“Then we head back down the west coast. I’ve got a great Pacific Rim style restaurant picked out for dinner, and we’ll spend the night at a bed & breakfast in Waikato.”
“Back to Hobbiton?” Elijah asked when he had finished with his teeth.
Viggo laughed and nodded. “Yeah, but not quite. I thought we’d check out the Waitomo Caves. You haven’t been there yet, have you?”
“Nah, not yet. That sounds cool.”
“Indeed.”
“And then back home? We’ll be pretty close then.”
“Sick of me already, love?”
Elijah laughed and shook his head, taking a seat on the blanket behind Viggo and wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist, resting his chin on Viggo’s shoulder. “Of course not.”
“Good, because there is one more thing.”
“Ooh, what’s that?”
“Well I want to take you rafting on the Rangitikei River… I think you’ll like it, though I’m slightly frightened of rapids.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. I’m sure it’ll be fine, Vig. You get a guide, right?”
“Yeah. So we’ll do that, and spend the night, and then head back to Welly. Though I do have one surprise in there for you.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“I’m not telling you; it wouldn’t be a surprise if I did.”
“Fair enough. Your surprises have been pretty good so far at least.”
“I’m glad you’ve liked them.”
“I have,” Elijah agreed, taking the plate of food that Viggo had served up for him gratefully and shifting to sit Indian-style facing him on the blanket. “Tell me something. Do you ever fantasise about me?”
Viggo laughed lightly, taking a bit of egg before he realised Elijah was serious. “Of course I do, baby,” he replied with a smile. “I have a gorgeous young boyfriend who happens to be quite creative and satisfying in bed…wouldn’t you?”
Elijah giggled and nudged Viggo’s knee with his foot. “You naughty boy.”
Viggo’s eyes sparkled as he took another bite and then cocked his head to the side, eyeing Elijah thoughtfully. “Would you like to hear one of my fantasies?”
Elijah nodded eagerly.
“Okay. Well I saw this photo once, in an art book. Have you ever looked at erotic photography, Elijah?”
“Well, some,” Elijah replied, blushing. “You kind of can’t help it sometimes on the Internet, and once Angela showed me a book of fetish photography in the sexuality section at Borders,” he admitted.
“Okay, well I was looking at this book once, kind of like your fetish photography I guess but this book focused specifically on bondage.”
Elijah nodded, watching Viggo intently as he chewed his food.
“There was this beautiful boy… a little darker than you, but with the same unruly dark hair and slender build. In this photo he was all tied up, quite intricately with white cotton rope. It was done in a way that’s meant to be aesthetically pleasing, and is actually quite comfortable if you do it right… he was standing, feet spread a bit, arms behind his back. The rope was tied in special knots so that it looped all around his body—all across the chest and stomach, loosely around the neck a couple of times, down to the wrists, and around his cock. You can do it like that so that you can’t move much without choking, and the rope functions as a cock ring at the same time...and that’s what I’ve fantasized about. You, rendered immobile and helpless, back against a wall for support maybe. I’d go to my knees in front of you and suck you off like that, so beautiful and bound, and then I’d take photos of you, your eyes all wild and desperate.”
“And then?” Elijah asked, a little breathless. His plate sat forgotten in his lap.
“And then I would take you. I’d slip my fingers under the loops around your neck so I couldn’t choke you, and then I’d bend you over a chair and take you dry,” Viggo answered, still eating his breakfast with a completely nonchalant tone, though his eyes held Elijah’s gaze in place like magnets. “I’d fuck you till you were screaming Elijah, and gasping for air, and then I’d pull out and come all over your ass, paint your pretty white skin with my come. And then I’d photograph you again, this time from behind, all wanton with your ass sticking up and moist with my come.”
“What about me? Would you let me come, too?”
Viggo grinned at Elijah, reaching out and tracing a finger over Elijah’s lips. “Greedy boy,” he said softly, fondly, as Elijah’s tongue came out and licked the salt from his finger. “Yeah, I’d let you come. I’d make you stand up again, even though you’d be so well fucked you wanted to collapse, and I’d suck you so hard you thought your brains were going to be siphoned through your balls. And then, when you could barely stand it, I’d get out my pocket knife…”
Elijah gasped sharply, and Viggo grinned lazily and let his gaze drift very deliberately downward to the bulge in Elijah’s trousers.
“…and slip it so carefully in between your balls and the rope. I’d suck you so hard, and then the moment I turned the knife, the rope would fall away from your cock and you’d come, so fucking hard Elijah…”
“Oh Jesus, Viggo. Please…” Elijah begged, eyes wide.
Viggo grinned and shook his head, leaning in for an all-too-brief kiss. “Finish your breakfast, Elijah.”
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, light R for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, dirty talk
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: A morning at the beach.
Previous Chapters
After several days on holiday, Elijah was thinking he could get used to this pretty quickly. They drove all the way up to the northern tip of the island, stopping at the Bay of Plenty for a boat tour and marine mammal sightings along with a view of the gorgeous White Island, in Rotorua to see the geysers, in Coromandel for kayaking and snorkelling at Cathedral Cove, and finally Auckland to just be tourists for a couple of days.
Throughout the trip, Viggo took numerous pictures of the scenery and of Elijah, and every night there was some sort of surprise in store. Elijah felt incredibly relaxed, and when ten days had passed, he was reluctant to accept that they would soon be returning to Wellington. Though they had another week and a half left of the holiday, there was something about being out of town with Viggo that made him feel more adult, like a “normal” couple going on a vacation. Here, he could be Viggo’s partner, feel like an equal, and not worry about being the kid on set or the stress of channelling Frodo. However, it wasn’t like Viggo gave him much of a chance to worry.
“All right, hobbit. Up you go, it’s almost ten!”
Elijah groaned and rolled over, opening his eyes blearily to the bright morning light filtering through the blue fabric of a rented two-man tent. He smiled as he remembered the previous night, making love slowly under the stars on this deserted little stretch of sand in Northland, and stretched lazily, feeling the slight soreness in his muscles from sleeping outdoors.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Elijah called as he slithered out of his sleeping bag and dressed quickly before putting his contacts in.
“Well first I’ve got a nice American brunch cooked up for you, and then I thought we might indulge in a swim.” Elijah wrinkled his nose slightly, a bit afraid after last night’s “home cooked” dinner of fresh fish—admittedly tasty, but Elijah hated seeing the heads when Viggo caught them.
“Um, I hope fish isn’t on the menu?”
Viggo just laughed as Elijah climbed out of the tent, slipping into his trainers, which were sitting in the sand just outside the door. “No worries, love. I think you’re going to like this one. We’ve got eggs Benedict, bacon, hash browns… I even found some grits at that market in Auckland.”
“Wow. I stand corrected, then. Sounds amazing,” Elijah complimented as he bent down to offer Viggo a quick kiss from behind, peaking over his shoulder at the various pans rigged up on branches over the fire. “I’m actually quite impressed.”
“As well you should be,” Viggo replied with a grin. “Here, I’ve got some freshwater for you to brush your teeth,” he offered, holding out a jug.
“And after our swim?” Elijah asked, taking the water gratefully as he headed back to the tent to find his toiletries.
“Then we head back down the west coast. I’ve got a great Pacific Rim style restaurant picked out for dinner, and we’ll spend the night at a bed & breakfast in Waikato.”
“Back to Hobbiton?” Elijah asked when he had finished with his teeth.
Viggo laughed and nodded. “Yeah, but not quite. I thought we’d check out the Waitomo Caves. You haven’t been there yet, have you?”
“Nah, not yet. That sounds cool.”
“Indeed.”
“And then back home? We’ll be pretty close then.”
“Sick of me already, love?”
Elijah laughed and shook his head, taking a seat on the blanket behind Viggo and wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist, resting his chin on Viggo’s shoulder. “Of course not.”
“Good, because there is one more thing.”
“Ooh, what’s that?”
“Well I want to take you rafting on the Rangitikei River… I think you’ll like it, though I’m slightly frightened of rapids.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. I’m sure it’ll be fine, Vig. You get a guide, right?”
“Yeah. So we’ll do that, and spend the night, and then head back to Welly. Though I do have one surprise in there for you.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“I’m not telling you; it wouldn’t be a surprise if I did.”
“Fair enough. Your surprises have been pretty good so far at least.”
“I’m glad you’ve liked them.”
“I have,” Elijah agreed, taking the plate of food that Viggo had served up for him gratefully and shifting to sit Indian-style facing him on the blanket. “Tell me something. Do you ever fantasise about me?”
Viggo laughed lightly, taking a bit of egg before he realised Elijah was serious. “Of course I do, baby,” he replied with a smile. “I have a gorgeous young boyfriend who happens to be quite creative and satisfying in bed…wouldn’t you?”
Elijah giggled and nudged Viggo’s knee with his foot. “You naughty boy.”
Viggo’s eyes sparkled as he took another bite and then cocked his head to the side, eyeing Elijah thoughtfully. “Would you like to hear one of my fantasies?”
Elijah nodded eagerly.
“Okay. Well I saw this photo once, in an art book. Have you ever looked at erotic photography, Elijah?”
“Well, some,” Elijah replied, blushing. “You kind of can’t help it sometimes on the Internet, and once Angela showed me a book of fetish photography in the sexuality section at Borders,” he admitted.
“Okay, well I was looking at this book once, kind of like your fetish photography I guess but this book focused specifically on bondage.”
Elijah nodded, watching Viggo intently as he chewed his food.
“There was this beautiful boy… a little darker than you, but with the same unruly dark hair and slender build. In this photo he was all tied up, quite intricately with white cotton rope. It was done in a way that’s meant to be aesthetically pleasing, and is actually quite comfortable if you do it right… he was standing, feet spread a bit, arms behind his back. The rope was tied in special knots so that it looped all around his body—all across the chest and stomach, loosely around the neck a couple of times, down to the wrists, and around his cock. You can do it like that so that you can’t move much without choking, and the rope functions as a cock ring at the same time...and that’s what I’ve fantasized about. You, rendered immobile and helpless, back against a wall for support maybe. I’d go to my knees in front of you and suck you off like that, so beautiful and bound, and then I’d take photos of you, your eyes all wild and desperate.”
“And then?” Elijah asked, a little breathless. His plate sat forgotten in his lap.
“And then I would take you. I’d slip my fingers under the loops around your neck so I couldn’t choke you, and then I’d bend you over a chair and take you dry,” Viggo answered, still eating his breakfast with a completely nonchalant tone, though his eyes held Elijah’s gaze in place like magnets. “I’d fuck you till you were screaming Elijah, and gasping for air, and then I’d pull out and come all over your ass, paint your pretty white skin with my come. And then I’d photograph you again, this time from behind, all wanton with your ass sticking up and moist with my come.”
“What about me? Would you let me come, too?”
Viggo grinned at Elijah, reaching out and tracing a finger over Elijah’s lips. “Greedy boy,” he said softly, fondly, as Elijah’s tongue came out and licked the salt from his finger. “Yeah, I’d let you come. I’d make you stand up again, even though you’d be so well fucked you wanted to collapse, and I’d suck you so hard you thought your brains were going to be siphoned through your balls. And then, when you could barely stand it, I’d get out my pocket knife…”
Elijah gasped sharply, and Viggo grinned lazily and let his gaze drift very deliberately downward to the bulge in Elijah’s trousers.
“…and slip it so carefully in between your balls and the rope. I’d suck you so hard, and then the moment I turned the knife, the rope would fall away from your cock and you’d come, so fucking hard Elijah…”
“Oh Jesus, Viggo. Please…” Elijah begged, eyes wide.
Viggo grinned and shook his head, leaning in for an all-too-brief kiss. “Finish your breakfast, Elijah.”
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