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Fic: Controlled 26/45
Title: Controlled (26/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, sap
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo has a surprise for Elijah.
A/N: Okay, I know Monday chapters aren't usually so short, but you'll forgive me. Right?
Previous Chapters
Sure enough, after a swim in the ocean (Elijah’s first time skinny dipping, Viggo remembered from Never-Have-I-Ever), they drove down the coast to an excellent restaurant, serving all sorts of Pacific Rim specialties. Elijah knew the cost was probably stretching Viggo’s per diem a bit, but Viggo refused to let him pay, and it was a lovely “proper date,” complete with wine and dessert and a night of slow lovemaking at their hotel later on.
The next day, they were up early for the drive to Waikato and spent the late morning and early afternoon walking around the caves with a tour guide. It was somewhat more interesting than Elijah had expected, as the trivia about local geology appealed to his inner nerd. Afterwards, they took a shower back at their hotel, and then Elijah was beside himself when Viggo told him that it was time for a surprise.
“Come on, Vig! Tell me where we’re going!”
Viggo smiled and shook his head as the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, driving along familiar roads. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried, I just want to know… hey, wait a minute. I know where we are! We’re right near the Hobbiton set, aren’t we?”
“A hobbit can always find his way home,” Viggo joked sagely, reaching over and patting Elijah on the head.
“Oh quit it. So what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see in about two seconds. And if you keep asking, there will be no surprise.”
Sure enough, that worked, and Elijah shut up as Viggo used the gravel car park they had driven to many a time in the past, and then led Elijah surprisingly right onto the set. The sun was setting a brilliant pink over the hills that made up the “hobbit holes,” and everything was a beautiful shade of green as always, but the set was deserted, void of the usual crews and lighting rigs they were used to.
“Vig…?” Elijah asked softly.
“Shh. We’re here.”
“The party tree?”
“The party tree,” Viggo agreed, stopping under its branches and standing close to Elijah, holding both his hands. “I thought this location would be kind of special to you, you know… it’s the beginning of a journey, just like you and I; we’re beginning a journey.” Elijah beamed and opened his mouth as if to say something, but Viggo stopped him with a finger on his lips. “I think you know how special you are to me, Elijah, but I want to reiterate that. I have something for you, a symbol of my commitment to you and of the unique nature of our relationship… well I want you to look at it before I put it on you. I was going to get you a matching cowrie shell necklace but I thought this might be more appropriate.”
Elijah watched as Viggo fished something out of his back pocket and handed it to him. The narrow strip of crushed black velvet was simple, with a thin chain sewn onto one end and a clasp on the other like a choker, but the centre was set with a beautiful blue stone, gleaming in the low light. It was perfectly round, set into a thin leather ring, with leather lacing in an intricate pattern for about an inch on either side of the stone that tapered down to the width of the velvet.
“Viggo this is… it’s beautiful,” Elijah exclaimed, letting his fingers trail over the length. “Is it…”
“It’s a collar, yeah. I thought of getting you a leather one, but I wanted something you can wear all the time when you’re not filming, something a bit more subtle and also personal. I found the stone by the pond, you know, where we skipped stones on my birthday? It was a bit more dull but I could tell how a little bit of it sparkled… it reminded me of your eyes, and a friend of Lawrence’s who specialises in working with local gemstones polished it down for me. See how the back is flat? That should feel more comfortable on your throat, and I made the collar itself especially for you…”
Viggo looked like he was going to continue, but was stopped by Elijah’s body slamming into his own, slender arms thrown around his neck as Elijah pressed his lips hard against Viggo’s. “It’s… damn, it’s perfect, Viggo,” Elijah exclaimed when he pulled away, and Viggo grinned, his arms wrapped tightly around Elijah’s waist.
“You want me to put it on you, baby?”
“Please.” Elijah’s eyes were wide and yielding as he slid out of Viggo’s hold and handed him the collar. He turned around, his back against Viggo’s chest, and Viggo drew his other hand up Elijah’s body, from navel to throat, gently caressing the delicate skin as his lips dropped to kiss Elijah’s earlobe.
“You know what this means, baby? It means you’re mine,” Viggo rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
“I already am, Vig. All yours,” Elijah whispered, sighing when Viggo brought the collar up to his neck, placing the stone carefully just below his Adam’s apple before he fastened the clasp.
“That okay? I want it to be a little tight but not too much.”
“It’s good, Vig. Kiss me?” Elijah turned in his arms and Viggo smiled, twisting Elijah around so that his back was against the party tree.
“All mine, my beautiful little hobbit,” Viggo growled before joining their lips. Elijah’s back scraped against the bark of the tree, and the air was cool under the setting sun, but all Elijah cared about was Viggo’s arms around him and the symbol of their mutual devotion at his throat. All else was background noise.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG-13 for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM, sap
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Viggo has a surprise for Elijah.
A/N: Okay, I know Monday chapters aren't usually so short, but you'll forgive me. Right?
Previous Chapters
Sure enough, after a swim in the ocean (Elijah’s first time skinny dipping, Viggo remembered from Never-Have-I-Ever), they drove down the coast to an excellent restaurant, serving all sorts of Pacific Rim specialties. Elijah knew the cost was probably stretching Viggo’s per diem a bit, but Viggo refused to let him pay, and it was a lovely “proper date,” complete with wine and dessert and a night of slow lovemaking at their hotel later on.
The next day, they were up early for the drive to Waikato and spent the late morning and early afternoon walking around the caves with a tour guide. It was somewhat more interesting than Elijah had expected, as the trivia about local geology appealed to his inner nerd. Afterwards, they took a shower back at their hotel, and then Elijah was beside himself when Viggo told him that it was time for a surprise.
“Come on, Vig! Tell me where we’re going!”
Viggo smiled and shook his head as the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, driving along familiar roads. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried, I just want to know… hey, wait a minute. I know where we are! We’re right near the Hobbiton set, aren’t we?”
“A hobbit can always find his way home,” Viggo joked sagely, reaching over and patting Elijah on the head.
“Oh quit it. So what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see in about two seconds. And if you keep asking, there will be no surprise.”
Sure enough, that worked, and Elijah shut up as Viggo used the gravel car park they had driven to many a time in the past, and then led Elijah surprisingly right onto the set. The sun was setting a brilliant pink over the hills that made up the “hobbit holes,” and everything was a beautiful shade of green as always, but the set was deserted, void of the usual crews and lighting rigs they were used to.
“Vig…?” Elijah asked softly.
“Shh. We’re here.”
“The party tree?”
“The party tree,” Viggo agreed, stopping under its branches and standing close to Elijah, holding both his hands. “I thought this location would be kind of special to you, you know… it’s the beginning of a journey, just like you and I; we’re beginning a journey.” Elijah beamed and opened his mouth as if to say something, but Viggo stopped him with a finger on his lips. “I think you know how special you are to me, Elijah, but I want to reiterate that. I have something for you, a symbol of my commitment to you and of the unique nature of our relationship… well I want you to look at it before I put it on you. I was going to get you a matching cowrie shell necklace but I thought this might be more appropriate.”
Elijah watched as Viggo fished something out of his back pocket and handed it to him. The narrow strip of crushed black velvet was simple, with a thin chain sewn onto one end and a clasp on the other like a choker, but the centre was set with a beautiful blue stone, gleaming in the low light. It was perfectly round, set into a thin leather ring, with leather lacing in an intricate pattern for about an inch on either side of the stone that tapered down to the width of the velvet.
“Viggo this is… it’s beautiful,” Elijah exclaimed, letting his fingers trail over the length. “Is it…”
“It’s a collar, yeah. I thought of getting you a leather one, but I wanted something you can wear all the time when you’re not filming, something a bit more subtle and also personal. I found the stone by the pond, you know, where we skipped stones on my birthday? It was a bit more dull but I could tell how a little bit of it sparkled… it reminded me of your eyes, and a friend of Lawrence’s who specialises in working with local gemstones polished it down for me. See how the back is flat? That should feel more comfortable on your throat, and I made the collar itself especially for you…”
Viggo looked like he was going to continue, but was stopped by Elijah’s body slamming into his own, slender arms thrown around his neck as Elijah pressed his lips hard against Viggo’s. “It’s… damn, it’s perfect, Viggo,” Elijah exclaimed when he pulled away, and Viggo grinned, his arms wrapped tightly around Elijah’s waist.
“You want me to put it on you, baby?”
“Please.” Elijah’s eyes were wide and yielding as he slid out of Viggo’s hold and handed him the collar. He turned around, his back against Viggo’s chest, and Viggo drew his other hand up Elijah’s body, from navel to throat, gently caressing the delicate skin as his lips dropped to kiss Elijah’s earlobe.
“You know what this means, baby? It means you’re mine,” Viggo rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
“I already am, Vig. All yours,” Elijah whispered, sighing when Viggo brought the collar up to his neck, placing the stone carefully just below his Adam’s apple before he fastened the clasp.
“That okay? I want it to be a little tight but not too much.”
“It’s good, Vig. Kiss me?” Elijah turned in his arms and Viggo smiled, twisting Elijah around so that his back was against the party tree.
“All mine, my beautiful little hobbit,” Viggo growled before joining their lips. Elijah’s back scraped against the bark of the tree, and the air was cool under the setting sun, but all Elijah cared about was Viggo’s arms around him and the symbol of their mutual devotion at his throat. All else was background noise.