NEW: Gremlin's Big Day 1/2 (LOTRps:Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]

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Series: The Mundanes
Title: Gremlin’s Big Day
Author: Saklani (saklani2@hotmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Riley (we love her more than we can say!)
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we all wish they really were doing.
Summary: Elijah and Viggo bring Gremlin home from a trip to the vet.
Author's Notes: We have a ton of these sitting around waiting to be betaed and posted. ACK! Here is another and we plan to get our Halloween one done and posted in time for the big day!



Viggo carried a small bag in each hand as he entered, looking over his shoulder at Elijah. “Have you got a good hold of her carrier? I’m still willing to help you carry her, if she gets too heavy.”

“She’s just a cat, Viggo... I think I can manage... promise.” He grinned at Viggo. “I’m not that small and weak.”

“Her carrier is kinda bulky. Why did you get such a huge thing for our tiny girl?” Viggo set down his bags and went to help Elijah. Actually, his idea of helping was to stop Elijah in his tracks and kiss him.

“Because that was the only carrier they had... and also we have some long trips with her, and I thought she’d rather the extra room,” Elijah explained between kisses.

Viggo chuckled and nuzzled him again. “Come on, let’s get our poor baby inside and treat her nice for getting through her first vet trip so well.”

“She’s been a good girl.” Elijah put down the carrier and took Gremlin out, letting her down as she struggled briefly. He watched her for a moment and laughed as she headed directly for the bathroom with her tray in it.

“You get the broom, and I’ll get the dust pan. Its throw litter in a tantrum time.”

“I’d more suspect it’s use litter time... she’s been in that carrier for a while now.” Elijah went to put it away in the laundry.

“You just refuse to acknowledge that she’s a little drama queen.” Viggo pulled out her favourite kitty treats and poured some into a bowl.

“Not at all... I know she is a drama queen of the highest order... she takes after you.” Elijah laughed as he refilled her water bowl with fresh water. “She was well behaved at the vet though.”

“You mean aside from the pound of fur she shed all over the table when the vet examined her. Though, she endured her shots very well.”

Gremlin pattered back into the kitchen, hearing her treats hit the bowl, but skidded to a stop a safe distance in front of her dads. She eyed them warily, before mewling a protest.

“I know, baby...” Elijah almost cooed at her, sitting down to make himself smaller and reached his arm out to scratch behind her ears. “You did real good though baby... Daddy’s very proud of you.”

She batted at his hand, claws in, but not playfully, and uttered a little hiss.

“Uh oh, she’s not happy with us,” Viggo said. “I guess that means she doesn’t want to play with her papas.”

Elijah took his hand back but didn’t move away, “Poor baby kitty... all upset.” He looked up at Viggo. “Um... I don’t think I can stand up love.”

“Why can’t you stand up?” Viggo asked. He knelt down by Elijah and chewed his ear, watching Gremlin.

The kitten trotted around them and shoved her face in the bowl of treats. Little munching noises soon followed, after which came the sound of purring.

“Give her food and she purrs...” Elijah sighed before explaining to Viggo, “Legs gone to sleep.” And he lifted his hands to Viggo. “Help me up, please?”

“Well, she’ll be more inclined to play after she stuffs her belly with good stuff.” Viggo helped Elijah to his feet and then lifted him up, bride style. “Where shall I take you?”

“The couch?” Elijah asked even as he tucked his face into Viggo’s neck and nibbled at his skin lightly.

As Viggo carried Elijah toward the couch, Gremlin raced by them. She hopped up on the cushions and spread herself out as long as possible, hogging the space.

“Well, well, it looks like our little baby is going to get her revenge on us.”

“Lean over a little, babe.” Elijah scooped the kitten up and grinned. “Now quick... before she gets more inventive.”

She mewled pitifully and wiggled in Elijah’s hands a little. However, she soon stilled and rested her body against him.

Viggo flopped on the couch and settled on his back, Elijah on him and Gremlin in Elijah’s arms. “Ah, the perfect family.” He chewed on Elijah’s neck and then sucked until a mark began to form.

Elijah let out his own purr and arched his neck up to Viggo’s ministrations even as his own petting and stroking of the cat brought out Gremlin’s purr. “She’s so perfect... you know that, Viggo... I’m so glad you got her for us.”

“She chose me, not the other way around,” Viggo said with a little bite and tug to his ear love.

Meanwhile, Gremlin scooted out of Elijah’s hands and stalked toward his face. She bunted her head under his chin and rubbed his whole lower face with her own.

Elijah giggled. “Now you’re both marking me!”

Gremlin pounced on Viggo’s fingers, currently trailing their way down Elijah’s body. She smacked at them and then nipped gently at each one.

“Hey, little brat! I wanted to rub Elijah’s belly.” Viggo tickled at Gremlin’s ears gently and bowled her over.

Elijah’s hand joined Viggo’s in playing with the cat, “Don’t tease me right now, Viggo please? We need to reassure Gremlin of our love.”

“We need to reassure her of our love? What is she, an easily bruised flower petal?” Viggo snorted a little at Elijah, but kept playing with Gremlin.

Elijah laughed softly but said, “She’s had a traumatic experience... she need to feel loved and cared for... just like any child.”

Gremlin nipped Viggo a little too hard, and he yelped once.

“Some baby,” Viggo grumbled, shaking his hand. “First she prevents me from loving my Elijah and then she bites me.”

“She’s acting out.” Elijah said it in his oldest stuffiest voice.

Gremlin yowled loudly as Viggo bapped her nose.

“Bad Gremlin!”

“Hey!!” Elijah turned to glare at Viggo. “What are you doing!!”

“Teaching her not to bite,” Viggo said calmly. “Sometimes, you have to be firm.”

Gremlin cuddled closer to Elijah and refused to look at Viggo.

“I don’t hit your nose when YOU bite.” Elijah cuddled her close and petted Gremlin softly. “Don’t worry pretty, I won’t let him do that again.”

“Well, if you told me not to bite, I would stop. And how will you prevent me?” Viggo tickled Gremlin’s rump, which lifted into the air like an elevator.

“No kisses.”

“No kisses... I think that would be more of a torment for you then me.” Viggo kept scritching and Gremlin’s rear end nearly levitated.

Elijah’s eyes narrowed, and he looked at Viggo. “Are you saying not being able to kiss me would be water off a duck’s back for you?”

“No, I would never say that. I’m just thinking you might want to choose a better punishment... one that only punished me.” He licked at Elijah’s right earlobe and sucked rather lustily.

Elijah whimpered before melting against Viggo. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Playing fair against what?” Viggo asked, petting Gremlin again.

She began to edge forward to Viggo, forgetting the bop on the nose.

“Me?” Elijah whimpered again before asking softly, “Please don’t hit her again?”

“Only if she does something bad. I promise not to hit her hard. But she needs to learn not to bite too hard.” He crooned at her, and forgetting everything else, she walked up to him and placed a paw on his nose.

Elijah sighed, “Just... she doesn’t know she’s doing anything wrong!!! It’s mean to punish her when she doesn’t understand.”

Viggo tickled her ears and then slid his hand down to rub Elijah’s abdomen lightly. “You really are a softy.”

Elijah sighed and arched into the caressing hand, “It just seems cruel... when she doesn’t understand. It’s not like we can explain what she’s doing wrong.”

“But she can learn that a bite means a bop and stop doing it, so the bopping stops.”

Elijah squirmed, grabbing Viggo’s hand and stilling it. “Stop please!” He gasped for air, panting against Viggo’s neck, “Please.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He stilled his hand and rested it gently against Elijah’s skin. “I want to take you to bed, but there’s a kitten in the way.”

Elijah shook his head with a giggle, “I think she deserves some loving time just like we do... I mean... she’s just a little kitten.”

“I know... my blood is just up tonight. Of course, the fact that you’re lying on me is not helping...” Viggo tried to focus his attentions on Gremlin, who responded to the attention by squeaking, rolling and falling off the sofa.

“I could... move away... if you wanted me to, love,” Elijah offered regretfully.

“Like Gremlin?” Viggo asked, peering over the edge of the sofa, at the startled kitten.

“I think without the falling to the floor.” With that he scooped the kitten up into his arms and snuggled her close. “Poor little love... it’s ok! We’re here.”

She squeaked a little and nibbled at Elijah’s nose. Her purr got going again and rumbled loudly like a steam engine.

“Listen to her. She sounds like she could power a small city.”

“At least a freight train.” Elijah smiled, petting her more, in her favourite spots, “I love that sound.”

“Yes, it’s very soothing. Interesting that humans find it as nice as cats seem to. We’re not all that different.” Viggo rubbed over Elijah’s thigh and gently cupped his groin.

Elijah growled deep in his throat and his hips bucked up against Viggo’s hand. “Viggo!!” He managed to make the name a moan and a plea at the same time.

“What?” Viggo asked with quiet amusement and more than a hint of lust. His hand remained still on Elijah, but over his groin, while the other one kept up the petting of Gremlin.

Elijah let out another whimper before getting up and plonking Gremlin down in Viggo’s chest before without a look in his lover’s direction he fled the room, heading for the bedroom.

“Well, Gremlin, shall we go see what little papa is up to?” Viggo asked with amusement.

She squeaked agreement, and they hopped off the couch together. Gremlin zipped in front of him and shot into the bedroom ahead of Viggo.

“Lijah, whacha doing?” Viggo sing songed as he entered the room.

Elijah looked up Viggo in the door, where he was curled up on the bed with a large book. “Reading.”

“Reading? You ran away from poor Gremlin and I to read? Did ya hear that, gray furball, he loves the book more than us.” Viggo knelt down, and Gremlin scampered to him and pounced his hand.
Elijah just grinned and turned the book around to show Viggo the cover. It was a picture two hand and arms in a ‘warrior’s’ grip, hands wrapped around the lower forearm, not pressed palm to palm. “It’s about non-traditional marriages.”

Scooping up the kitten, Viggo carried her to the bed next to Elijah. “Now, you’re trying to make me feel bad for being horny.” He pressed a kiss to Elijah’s forehead and looked at the book. “Find one you like?”

Gremlin scampered to her pillow and flopped. She kneaded the small quilt laying there, purring happily.

“I just knew if we stayed there we would end up having sex on the couch... and then neither of us would be able to walk tomorrow... so I ran away knowing you’d follow... I’ve only just started reading... but I like the sound of some of the hand-fastings...”

“So, you were being a sweet fiancé and luring me on to a more comfortable doom.” He stretched out beside Elijah and put his head near Gremlin, who ignored him in favor of her quilt. “When did you get the book?”

“We didn’t have feet today... so I pulled a hood over the ears and headed to that gay bookshop... next to the Blue Elephant?”

Viggo laughed at the idea of Frodo heading to a gay book store with only a hood to hide him. “You’re crazy, love.” He sucked on Elijah’s neck gently. “You know, I think I’d like a big wedding.”

“We can have as many or as few people as we want, Vig... I don’t have any problems with lots of people being there to celebrate me loving you.” Elijah grinned. “And you loving me...”

Viggo trailed a finger over Elijah’s arm. “Exene and I... we didn’t want the big, family wedding, so we just had a little civil ceremony. I know my mother always felt cheated by that... and I’d like to give her, and me, the big wedding she always wanted me to have.”

“I doubt she wanted you to be marrying a guy though.” Elijah closed the book and turned to face Viggo, cupping his cheek and caressing it lightly.

“Oh, she won’t mind, provided I am happy.” He turned his head to kiss the palm. “And provided you are happy, as well.”

“With you how could I not be?” Elijah asked softly, pressing a kiss to Viggo’s chin and then brushed one over his lips. “Love you... so much.”

Viggo pressed more into the kiss, his tongue sweeping gently into Elijah’s mouth. “And I love you, so much. And our baby, too.” He glanced at Gremlin, who lay sprawled and asleep.

Elijah grinned at her for a moment before turning back to Viggo and kissing him again, much more deeply and aggressively than before. “Is that so?”

“Mmm,” Viggo rumbled in appreciation of the aggressive Elijah. He kissed back with equal passion, but let Elijah dominate the kiss. “Yes, it’s so. Has been for some time now.”

“Well you will be happy to know... it’s a very mutual situation and has been for all of that time.” Elijah grinned and gave Viggo another kiss just the same.

“I know. And marrying you will ensure the rest of the world knows, too. Remember how we used to worry that people would find out about us? And now... I want to make sure they know.” He slid his head to rest on Elijah’s shoulder, face pressed against his neck.

Elijah smiled, running his fingers through Viggo’s soft hair, “I remember... now I don’t care if they want to be bastards about it... I just want to be yours.”

“Some people may still be bastards,” Viggo mumbled into Elijah’s neck, before sucking a little. “Will you be all right with that? I mean, of course you won’t, but will you not mind too much?”

“I don’t like it... I’m not going to like it... but I’ll be able to deal with it, Viggo, because you are more than worth it.”

“I am a bit of trouble, aren’t I?” Viggo said, lifting his face to gaze up at Elijah with enamored eyes. He delicately nibbled Elijah’s lower lip and then tugged at it with his teeth.

From beside them, Gremlin suddenly let out a loud snore.

Elijah jumped a little at the snore and then giggled when he realized what it was. “She takes after you.” And he giggled again before pressing their lips together for a long kiss. “You’re not trouble, but you are worth trouble.”

“I do not snore!” Viggo growled, pulling out of the kiss. He moved to the other pillow and glared at Elijah. One of his hands snuck up to pet their little snorer, who turned her snores into a purr.

“You purr too... when I stroke the right spots...” Elijah’s hand darted out to caress Viggo’s chest, neck to waist, making sure to brush over Viggo’s nipples.”

Viggo hissed a little and shucked himself back a bit more. “You’re not going to get me that way, Lijah.”

“She’s got your hiss too my love,” And Elijah leant over Viggo to kiss him softly, “It’s true... she gets all her little noises from us.”

“And what noises does she get from you?” Viggo asked a bit grumpily. “Since, apparently, she has my hiss, purr and snore...”

“My stomach growl.” Elijah teased gently.

Viggo arched one eyebrow and gave Elijah a looked that indicated his complete unimpressed-ness with that comment. He poked Gremlin in the stomach, and she squeaked and opened one eye to look at him blurrily. “Personally, I think she squeaks like you.”

“I do a lot more than squeak when you poke me in the stomach.” Elijah’s lips twitched upwards and he kissed Viggo’s chest, just over his heart. “I didn’t mean to offend you, lover mine.”

“I snore?” Viggo asked weakly, tilting Elijah’s head up so he could look in his eyes. He kissed him deeply and stroked his ass.

“Sometimes,” Elijah said softly. “When you had that cold... you rattled the bed.” He grinned and kissed Viggo again, wriggling against Viggo’s caressing hand, “Or when you’ve been drinking with Bean.”

“I don’t do that very often anymore,” Viggo said, kissing his brow. “You and I have become almost perfect homebodies. I think he is beginning to despair of me.”

“If you want to go out with him more I don’t mind you know.” Elijah rubbed his nose against Viggo’s playfully. “So long as you come home to us.”

“You don’t have to worry about Bean. The only thing that gets his heart racing is decidedly female.” He chewed on Elijah’s left eyebrow for a moment. “And you’re the only one who gets my heart racing.”

“Sounds perfect seeing as I want you, and you alone.” Elijah pressed their lips together for a long, loving kiss.

“Bean does think I should have a bachelor party. Of course, that means he’ll be having lots of fun, and I will be bored... or else I’ll suddenly get a fresh hankering for women.” Viggo nipped Elijah’s nose teasingly and appeared to think the idea over carefully. “I mean, there are times I miss the soft curves.”

“You do?” Elijah looked thoughtful himself as he nibbled Viggo’s chin. “I guess if you like women... I can understand that.”

“Are you giving me permission to sow wild oats?” Viggo looked at him with concern.

Elijah nibbled his lip thoughtfully. “I don’t know.” He thought some more before explaining, “If I knew before hand... and it was just sex... even if it was sex with a friend... I... I don’t think I’d mind.” He looked at Viggo still thinking. “Of course that’s pure theory. Who knows how I would react if you really asked... I don’t think it would be too different... but I don’t know.”

Viggo rolled over and blew a wet raspberry on Elijah’s stomach. He then laid his head on the sensitive area and shut his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you and would kill anyone who laid a hand on you.”

When he’d stopped giggling, he replied, “Possessive aren’t you?” Elijah ran his fingers through Viggo’s hair before confessing, “I like it.” Grinning up at the ceiling he said, “Why don’t we have a joint bucks party? We’ll hire Bean a male stripper.”

Viggo reached out to trail his fingers over Elijah’s thigh and up to the crease where his legs met his hips. “Only if you don’t want either of us to see our wedding day.”

Elijah laughed, fingers still moving through Viggo’s hair. “But we’d die laughing.”

“Not sure it would be worth it,” Viggo mumbled, getting distracted by the feel of soft skin under his fingertips and wanting to stray a bit more.

Elijah arched into the stroking fingers and sighed blissfully, “Ohh... that’s nice...”

“Yes, this is a nice view,” Viggo agreed lazily, watching the flesh in his hand fill and harden. He began to play with his other hand as well, just trailing it over the very tip of Elijah’s cock.

Elijah whimpered, hips pressing upwards and moaning, “Good...” He whimpered when the second hand joined in and pressed down into the mattress and then back up into Viggo’s touches. “More?”

Skittering downward to reach, Viggo wrapped his tongue around every bit of the hard flesh he could. As usual, his absurdly long muscle served him well, and Elijah’s flesh fairly dripped with wetness, though not all of it came from Viggo. Finally, he added some nibbles to the veins pumping blood to the throbbing hardness.

Elijah’s fingers fisted in the sheets to keep himself from bucking too much and making Viggo stop. “Please! God, I love your mouth! Love your tongue too...” He babbled more words, but they made less and less sense until all that could be made out was needy begging.

Responding to the needy begging, Viggo began to suck on Elijah with earnest. He used his mouth like a vacuum, determined to suck out all of Elijah’s innards if that was what it took to please his lover.

Elijah could feel his blood turning to fire, even as the fire pooled low in his belly, warning him that his control was fast disappearing. His world narrowed until all he knew was the fire within and the wet heat without, the wetness that was going to send him into insanity. His lips formed his lover’s name, a primal scream as he was undone, calling out to the reason of his pleasure.

Swallowing fast and hard, Viggo released Elijah once the copious flow stopped and licked his lips like the cat who stole the cream. “You never cease to amaze me.”

Elijah blinked at Viggo owlishly, mouth opening and closing several times soundlessly before he managed to croak out, “Me?”

“For someone so small, you generate tremendous amounts of little swimmers,” Viggo teased, licking his chops again. He pressed a gentle kiss to Elijah’s navel, before sliding up to lay beside him again.

Gremlin mewled a small protest at them for their activities, but did not otherwise stir from her pillow. She knew protest never got her anywhere with her two active papas.

Elijah blushed a little and shook his head, “You are a dirty, dirty man.” he laughed softly. “But I love you that way.”

“Are you going to prove it to me?” Viggo asked, resting on his arm and smiling teasingly at his Elijah. He traced the lines of the small chest and circled each small nipple.

“You need me to prove it?” Elijah asked, his chest still heaving with his frantic breathing.

“Well, I suppose I could be noble and go unfulfilled, thinking only of your pleasure.” He ducked his head to suck gently on a nipple, enjoying the feel of the puckered flesh.

Elijah’s breathing started to calm slowly, and he laughed softly. “I don’t think that will be required.” And he slowly pushed Viggo over to lay on his back, Elijah draped across his body.

“And hello to you,” Viggo purred, settling his hands over the smooth curves of Elijah’s rear. “Your ass was made just to be held by me.” He squeezed to mark his control over the area.

“There’s something in the way you hold my ass that just... it turns me on like crazy. You can make me rock hard sometimes... just by putting your possessive hands on me.”

“You’re just a randy little thing,” Viggo said, but he squeezed the area again. “Ride me?” he asked, a note of plea in his voice.

“Oh god yes.” Elijah’s moaned was deep even as he reached to the night stand for the lube. “Gonna ride you hard until you can’t see anything but me.”

“I only have eyes for you,” Viggo sang gently and stroked Elijah’s sides and chest. “Make me scream for you, Lijah. Make me yours more than ever.”

Elijah’s smile was a combination of desire and love as he smeared his fingers with lube and reached behind himself, needing to prepare himself for Viggo, his fingers working quickly, wanting Viggo urgently. When he was down, he took a careful hold of the flesh he would be riding in a moment, making sure to coat Viggo’s hardness well. “Ready?”

“Evil creature,” Viggo purred, already leaking eagerly for his lover. “Denying me the pleasure of making you ready and now leaving me waiting. Please don’t make me wait for you any longer.”

Elijah moved to straddle Viggo’s hips and with a hiss of pleasure he slowly lowered himself down onto the hard flesh he wanted so badly. He didn’t still until Viggo was settled within him fully and gave Viggo a grin of pure sin. “Perfect.”

“Yes, you are,” Viggo murmured, stroking his hips and the place of their joining. His eyes clearly reflected his desire for Elijah, coupled with an almost awe-inspiring love.

“I love you.” The words couldn’t be stopped and as he whispered them Elijah slowly pushed up, not stopping until barely the tip of Viggo’s hardness was within him before slowly, so slowly it was cruel to both of them, did he lower himself back down.

“Oh God,” Viggo breathed, his entire body shaking with the effort not to thrust up into Elijah. His fists dropped to the sheets so he would not hurt Elijah when he clenched them tightly and pulled. “Please... such torture.”

“Sweetest torture on earth... having you within me.” And he did it again, moving as slowly as he could, up and down several times, his expression that of agonized pleasure as he fought himself to keep his movement controlled, smooth and above all slow.

Viggo moaned loudly and clamped down on Elijah even harder, unable to control that motion. His every nerve jangled disconcertingly and wonderfully at the same time. He forced himself from thrusting up mindlessly into the blinding heat by sheer willpower alone, but every slow movement made it a thousand times harder.

He wanted to keep it slow, to continue the divine torture going, but Viggo’s expression made it suddenly impossible. He was at the apex of his thrust upwards when Viggo’s eyes caught his and went still as the electric contact went through him. A moment later he slammed downwards almost violently, a harsh growl escaping his throat.

Viggo cried out in shocked surprise and pleasure at the change in Elijah. He encouraged the actions with breathless pleas and a helpless upward thrust toward him. His hands left the sheets again to clutch at Elijah’s body and urge him on again.

Elijah’s growls and moans only grew as he thrust himself down hard, pulled up slowly and then thrust down hard again. Over and over again he slammed their bodies together, staring down at Viggo, never breaking the intense eye contact. He was mumbling something over and over but honestly he wasn’t even aware of it, all he knew was the hot pleasure of Viggo’s cock filling him perfectly over and over again.

Viggo could not understand Elijah’s words, either, but his body responded to them perfectly. He lost all control of himself and thrust time and time again into the welcome heat. The eye-lock with Elijah intensified the experience even more, heating up his soul and heart as much as his body.

He was burning up, from the inside out as the fire that was once his blood flushed out to his extremities. Viggo’s gaze seemed to turn the fire up even more until all Elijah could see was the blue before him and all he could feel was the pleasure that their love making brought him.

Reaching up with the last of his sanity, Viggo stroked Elijah in time to the crazed thrusts. His vision began to haze over with red and little black dots raced across the surface of his eyeballs. The tension in his belly polled into an enormous mass of pressure, crying to be unleashed, released from him and into Elijah.

Viggo’s touch was too much, and Elijah could feel himself shattering inside and out. He cried out in what was almost pain, the intensity of his pleasure shocking him into a moment of clarity before that brief moment was torn from his body with each pulse of his seed into Viggo’s hand.

There was something shockingly erotic about the warm, creamy fluid filling Viggo’s hand. Reacting immediately, he strained his head back and called in delight as all the pressure and buildup within him exploded. All the liquid of his body flooded outward from his cock and into his lovely Elijah.

Elijah’s muscles milked Viggo, drawing his lover’s seed deep into his body even as aftershocks of pleasure left his trembling and slumped against Viggo’s chest, panting harshly, his breath rasping across Viggo’s skin.

Panting in time with Elijah, Viggo reached up to rub his back and stroke his sides soothingly. He shut his eyes, content to just lay across the bed and try to catch his breath. Eventually, enough energy returned for him to press a kiss to Elijah’s cheeks. “You make me crazy.”

Elijah sighed deeply and kissed Viggo with slow intent. “Likewise love. But it’s a good kind of crazy... or so I think.”

“I think we forgot to celebrate Gremlin’s triumphant return from her first vet visit,” Viggo said with deep amusement. He kissed Elijah again, his tongue seeking out all the familiar flavours and textures. When he parted their mouths again, he amended, “Well, we celebrated, but we were going to do something special for her.”

“We’ve got steak for dinner... I’ll defrost another one for her... she can have fresh chopped steak for dinner. That’s a treat.” Elijah grinned and kissed Viggo softly.

“A whole steak for little Gremlin?” Viggo asked with a laugh. “Think she can manage it?”

In response, Gremlin squeaked loudly from the pillow and hopped down. She scampered toward them, ears perked up and mewling loudly.

“Uh oh, here comes the peanut gallery.”

“Not a whole steak... I’ll chop up in stir fry style slices and give her a little at a time. What she doesn’t eat I’ll make a stir fry tomorrow...”

“Lucky little kitten,” Viggo said, reaching out to scratch her ears.

She flopped on the spread near Viggo’s side and purred gently. She put two soft paws on his side and kneaded.

“She’s a beautiful kitty.” Elijah stroked her ears and under her chin, feeling her purr and smiling

“And you are beautiful, too, my Lijah. We really are a perfect family.” He paused and leaned up to kiss his nose. “I’ve been thinking. How about Sean carries Gremlin as our little groom’s maid? Either Sean.”

Elijah grinned, “We could have a joint marriage christening.”

“And then adopt Gremlin and be a true family!” Viggo laughed and then grunted a little uncomfortably. He gave Elijah a sad look, asking him to ease off him.

Gremlin purred louder and scrambled back to her feet. She bunted Viggo’s face with hers and then tugged on his hair with her teeth.

Elijah lifted himself up, whimpering a little at Viggo’s loss and carefully rolled sidewards so Gremlin was between them and sighed in pleasure. “Oh... I felt that.” His body ached pleasantly after their energetic lovemaking.

Viggo rubbed Elijah’s side soothingly to ease the ache. “And I still feel it, too. Everywhere.” He stretched leisurely and sighed happily.

The soft caresses we calming and Elijah relaxed against Viggo, the only place they weren’t touching was were Gremlin had started cleaning herself between them. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Lijah. And Gremlin.” He tugged her tail gently, and she squawked indignantly and batted at him.

“Our family. And... And maybe a little girl... sometime... down the track... not too far... but far enough?”

“A little girl with big blue eyes like yours?” Viggo asked, leaning forward to kiss him gently. “Or maybe a little Asian girl who needs a loving family? There are too many of them these days.”

“I- I don’t know.” Elijah kissed Viggo as he was thinking, “I think... I think giving a little girl a new future would be lovely.”

“I think so, too. And we could give her so much... far beyond material goods, but love, as well. You have so much of that to share with the world.” He scooted even closer to suck at Elijah’s earlobe and then kiss him sweetly. “It seems unfair that only Gremlin and I get to hog it all.”

“You know, Viggo... you have a lot to offer too.” Elijah said it softly, nuzzling his face into Viggo’s neck, “I think between us, we could do well by a child.”

“A child of ours... the thought leaves me breathless... makes me warm inside just to think on. Henry was the best thing to ever happen to me.... and then you came along, became another best thing to ever happen to me... a child of ours... can a person have three best things that ever happened to him?”

“I don’t see why not. Rings, then you... I’ve had two... our child? That would have to be three.” Elijah nodded seriously, but his lips were curved in a happy smile.

“I didn’t even think of Rings,” Viggo admitted, closing the distance between them and pressing their bodies fully together.

Gremlin noted her shrinking territory and beelined for safety above their heads.

“It brought me all this. How could I not believe it to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me?” Elijah brought their lips together for another kiss