NEW: Gremlin's Big Day 2/2 (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!


“Mmm, when you put it that way, Rings goes on my list, too.” He traced circles lazily over Elijah’s skin and then grinned. “If Gremlin is going to get her steak, we better get up before I start in on you again. You make me randy as a teenager.”

“I thought you always were!” Elijah laughed before getting up and heading into the bathroom. He cleaned up and slid into his robe before blowing Viggo a kiss as he walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. “What do you want with your steak?”

“You,” Viggo muttered disheartened from the bed as Elijah walked out. He sighed again when Gremlin hopped off the bed and shot after Elijah, hoping for food. “Roasted peppers- red and yellow- please!”

Elijah started moving around the kitchen, preparing their dinner while he thawed the steak for Gremlin. When that was done and their dinner cooking he sliced the steak up quickly and put several pieces in her dish.

Gremlin’s little nose twitched at the scent of cooking meat, and she sat at Elijah’s feet and gazed up at him imploringly. Every now and then, she squeaked at him hopefully.

Viggo entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but his robe. He began to set the table with plates, cutlery and cups. “What are we drinking?”

“We still have that bottle of wine Beanie gave us... but if you don’t want, I’m just as happy with some juice.” Elijah guided Gremlin over to her bowl with the strips of meat in it, “Here you go, Gremmy.”

“Gremmy?” Viggo asked with a snort of laughter. He poured himself some fruit punch and added some orange juice for Elijah.

The kitten dove into the bowl and began to chew meat like she feared it would disappear if she did not swallow fast.

Elijah giggled watching her. “You’d think we’ve never fed her before.” He shook his head laughing and sighed, “Do you want any particular sauce on the steak? I was just thinking garlic butter... but if you want something else... I could do a mushroom or cracked pepper sauce...”

“Garlic butter. It will make it easier for me not to kiss you later and have sex again.” Viggo watched in amusement a Gremlin dragged one of the strips out of her bowl, held it down with a paw and tugged it apart.

Elijah looked at Viggo and just laughed. “Like a little garlic is going to stop us!”

“Well, yeah, that’s true,” Viggo sighed. He walked over to lean against Elijah and watch him cook. Dipping his head, he sucked gently at his neck. “I need you every second of every day.”

“In that we are in perfect accord, lover mine.” Elijah leaned against Viggo comfortably as he worked, humming a happy tune under his breath.

“Have you told your mother yet, about our plans to marry? I plan to tell mine tomorrow when I call her.” Viggo sat beside Gremlin and scratched her ears, which prompted her to climb in his lap, hunger sated, and purr.

“I told Hannah... I don’t know about telling Mom... you know she’s a little unsure about the age difference issue.”

“You cannot hide it from her forever, dear Lijah,” Viggo said, tickling Gremlin’s chin. “We love each other. She’ll understand that.”

“She does know I love you. I’ve made it pretty clear. She’s just worried about us I think.” he sighed and shook his head, “She wants what’s best... I think the age difference bugs her much more than the gay thing.”

Viggo rolled on his back, so Gremlin could crawl up his chest and settled beneath his chin. “I am a bit of an old man. Hopefully, she will get over being worried about that soon.”

“I hope so... and you are NOT an old man.” Elijah scolded.

“I’m not a young man, either,” Viggo said, stroking behind Gremlin’s ears. She shut her eyes and purred loudly, a little motor revving eagerly.

“Did she finish all that meat?” Elijah checked on their dinner and smiled down at his lover. “No... But that doesn’t make you old lover.”

“No, she left a bit, but she’ll devour it later. She’s taking a nap break on her comfy papa right now.” Viggo smiled up at Elijah, his eyes content and gentle.

“You are very comfy my love.” Elijah smiled, “Dinner will be ready soon love.” He added a little more meat to her bowl before putting the rest in the fridge.

“I have to get up, huh?” Viggo muttered sadly, petting Gremlin. “Can you feed me down here?”

“We can eat on the floor if you want to lover mine.” Elijah grinned, “I don’t mind... but cutting up the steak might be hard.

“I suppose then that I shall have to stand up and get washed for dinner.” He picked up the kitten as he stood, who remained asleep in his large hands. “I shall also put the little one to bed.”

“Ok babe... I’ll dish up,” he did so with a smile, putting their plates on the table and started clearing up a little while he waited for Viggo to join him.

Viggo returned, sans kitten, and sat down at the table. He picked up his knife and fork and looked expectantly at his lover. “Bring it on!”

Elijah looked at the plates on the table already and cocked his head to the side questioningly, “Um... bad movie about cheerleaders?”

“If you say.” Viggo dug in appreciatively, doing his best Gremlin imitation as he tackled the meat. “Damn good, Elijah.”

“Glad to hear it.” Elijah started eating himself, smiling happily at the good food and better company, “This is good. The company’s great... life is perfect.”

“Yes, it is... except for the early morning hours of shooting.” He chewed his steak contentedly and grinned at Elijah.

Elijah laughed, “Although the sun rises are amazing.”

“Yes, they are, but you are never awake enough to appreciate them.” Viggo grinned teasingly at his lover and trailed a bare foot over his leg. “Shower or bath tonight?”

“I think a long hot bath with that new bath oil I bought the other day... it made the water feel like silk. It was beautiful!” He smiled and slid one of his feet between Viggo’s, his big toe caressing Viggo’s ankle.

“Sounds lovely. What’s it called?” Viggo asked, trying not to laugh as Elijah’s clever toes hit a ticklish spot.

“Essence of silk... or something like that... but it feels great... and it has a pleasant scent... I think its sandalwood.”

“Oooh, well, now that does sound lovely. Are you going to play the little shy boy for me, too?” Viggo asked with an inviting smile.

Elijah snickered, “You really like that don’t you?”

Viggo sighed and shook his head a little. “Guilty as charged. But I hope you like it, too. And I’m willing to play out any fantasy you might have.”

“Oh I like it just fine...” He grinned, “A lot in fact... it just surprised me for some reason.” The grin slowly slid away into a shy, unsure look and he dropped his gaze to the table, scuffing his foot on the floor. He didn’t look directly at Viggo, just shot shy, unsure darting glances through his lashes.

“Oh fuck, you make me hot as Hell and hard as iron when you do that,” Viggo growled, his voice squeezed out between a molten surge of need and want and desire.

Elijah blushed, his cheeks turning a deep red as he almost whispered in apparent embarrassment, “You shouldn’t say things like that!”

“Why not? You were made to be worshipped. Seduced and ravished. On your knees, on your back... every way imaginable. I should dress you in harem pants and bangles and make you service me night and day. Problem is... I’d end up worshipping you instead.”

Elijah sent Viggo a wide eyed look a of shocked surprise, his head shaking as if in instinctive denial of Viggo’s words, “You shouldn’t joke about such things.”

“No one is joking,” Viggo said in his most honeyed tone. “If I had my way, no one would look at you but me, and I’d look at every inch. Lick every inch, stroke every inch and own every inch.”

Elijah’s blush deepened and he looked down at his hands, opening his mouth several times before closing it. “You... you shouldn’t.” He didn’t say what Viggo shouldn’t do, just shot another one of those quick shy looks at him.

Viggo’s blood nearly boiled in his veins at the look, and his chair screeched as he pushed it back from the table. He stood, eyes intense on his lover. “Come here.”

“I shouldn’t.” He whispered hoarsely, shaking his head, hair flying around his face before he looked back down.

“Why not?” Viggo asked, his voice warm and full of wicked promise. “Come to me, Elijah.”

Elijah shook his head, “I... I think... think that’s ... that’s a bad... bad idea.” But although his mouth was saying no, he was taking small steps towards Viggo.

Taking his own step forward, Viggo took Elijah’s hand in his and pulled him closer. He sat back down and encouraged the young man on to his lap. “I’m not dangerous. I’ll never hurt you in anyway you don’t want me to.”

Elijah squirmed on Viggo’s lap as if uncomfortable, “You... you are dangerous.” He said it in a very heart felt tone and squirmed again.

A little rumble of pleasure escaped Viggo as Elijah wiggled all over his cock. “How am I dangerous?” he asked, before kissing Elijah gently.

“Cause... cause of that!” Elijah whimpered into the kiss.

“What is so terrible and dangerous about this?” Viggo asked, gentle now, his hands holding Elijah tenderly. One slid down to cup him firmly through his pants and rub at the bulge starting to form there.

Elijah let out a soft groan that he tried to muffle behind his hand, blue eyes opening wide and he stared at Viggo. “You.”

“I’m a very kind man, Elijah. I just want to worship you and chain you to my bed for all eternity. You don’t really mind do you?” Viggo opened the fly and slipped his hand inside.

“Yes... no...” Elijah looked at Viggo confused, “I don’t wanna be chained,” he whispered even as he pressed his hips up into the hand caressing him, nibbling at his lower lip.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” Viggo asked, using his experienced, calloused fingers to give his lover the maximum in pleasure. “You want me to never touch you again... leave you alone.”

Elijah couldn’t answer that, his mind didn’t have enough blood right at that moment to say anything. He whimpered, his squirming all over the place, trying to press closer and get away all at once.

Viggo stopped stroking and held Elijah’s head firmly, so they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

Elijah blushed yet again and shook his head. “I... I don’t know.”

A grumble of impatience shook Viggo’s frame. “You test me, Elijah. If you were not so... lovely, I would just give up on you.”

Elijah looked ashamed and his gaze fell away from Viggo’s face, “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for.

The hand on Elijah’s cock began to stroke again, firmly and with the intent of making him cum now. “Ask me to let you come.”

Elijah moaned before whispering in a tone that showed both need and a little embarrassment, “Let me come? Please?”

“Say my name,” Viggo commanded, but his voice was gentler now, his hand taking Elijah where he wanted to be.

“Viggo!!” Elijah gasped before he hid his face in Viggo’s neck, panting hard, “Ohhh... oh please?”

“Come for me,” Viggo whispers into Elijah’s ear. “For me alone, little Elijah; come and be mine.”

Elijah shuddered, biting at Viggo’s shoulder as he came, whimpering and mewling his pleasure out.

Letting out a long, shuddering breath, Viggo rested his face in Elijah’s hair. “Damn, I love that.” He pressed a shaky kiss to Elijah’s neck and then proceeded to find places on his face to kiss and caress.

“I kinda like it myself.” Elijah whispered into Viggo’s shoulder, relaxing against his lover with a contented sigh.

“We barely even started eating,” Viggo said with laughter in his voice. “And PJ wonders why we are always so hungry on set.”

Elijah giggled and got up. “Finish your dinner...” He headed up to their room and cleaned himself up, pulling on a clean pair of sweats. He returned via the laundry and sat down to eat again. “We’ll both finish.”

Viggo had dug through half of his food and smiled up at Elijah a little uncomfortably as he returned. “I’m still hard... you are incredible.”

Elijah snickered and slid under the table, crawling across to Viggo. He pushed Viggo’s legs apart and nuzzled at the hardness under Viggo’s pants, purring softly. He glanced up at Viggo and smiling while his hands quickly dealt with Viggo’s fly, pulling the hard flesh out of his lover’s pants eagerly.

“Oh yes,” Viggo hissed softly, looking down at Elijah under the table. “You’ll ruin your appetite, though.” He reached down and stroked his face softly. “Not to mention ruin the image of you as an innocent.”

“I’ll make it up... later.” And he kissed the tips of Viggo’s fingers before smiling the letting his tongue sweep over the tip of Viggo’s hardness. He lapped at it like a kid with a quickly melting ice-cream, not wanting to lose the smallest smear of cream.

Sighing deeply, Viggo let his head fall back and relaxed into the chair. He spread his legs, shut his eyes and allowed all the sounds of pleasure Elijah ripped from him to escape into the room. Whenever Elijah touched him, he was the one who felt like a teenager again, just learning the physical delights of the world.

Elijah used every trick he knew that brought Viggo pleasure. Caresses and stimulated every sensitive spot he had discovered in their relationship to try and give his lover the pleasure that he had already received. He used his mouth, tongue, teeth and throat all in that aim, of giving Viggo all the pleasure he could.

He had been hard for so long and Elijah hit all his sweet spots, one after the other. Viggo found himself nearing climax after a short amount of the incessant, perfect sucking, licking and nibbling. His voice reached a high, almost fever pitch, as he warned Elijah.

At the warning Elijah lifted his head so only the tip was between his lips and started sucking voraciously. He wanted Viggo’s taste more than anything else in that moment and he did knew at this point, then intense suction would be the best thing to bring Viggo over the edge.

And Elijah certainly knew best. Viggo nearly catapulted out of his chair when he orgasmed, the sheer intensity of the experience making him yowl. His toes curled up on themselves, and every bit of fluid in his body exited via his cock into the warm, sucking mouth.

Elijah swallowed down every drop, his tongue and lips working eagerly to make sure he caught it all. Only when he was very sure that Viggo had finished did he lift his head. Half crouched as he was under the table Elijah worked quickly, tucking Viggo away before crawling back to the other side and slithering up into his seat, licking his lips as he smiled at Viggo.

“Maybe I should play the innocent, succumbing to the devil’s wicked charms,” Viggo panted, staring across the table at Elijah. “Not that I’ll put up much of a struggle. Easiest win for the devil ever.”

Elijah grinned across the table at Viggo as he started eating his dinner again. A wrinkled up nose and he stood, “Does yours need a little reheating too?”

“A little. And I need a little time in the freezer.” Viggo slid right off his chair and landed on the floor with a thunk, imitating a faint.

Elijah laughed and took Viggo’s places as well as his own into the kitchen. He heated them up quickly before returning to the table, “Um... isn’t it a little uncomfortable on the floor there love?”

“Mmm, actually, its quite comfortable.” Viggo stretched a little and yawned.

Gremlin suddenly trotted back into the kitchen, looking for more food, but she changed direction and headed straight for her fallen papa. Leaping on his chest, she kneaded the area and lay down, purring her little head off.

“And you were worried that you were getting too old.” Elijah passed Viggo his plate before settling crossed legged in front of him and starting to eat his own dinner again.

“Um, how I am supposed to eat this with Gremlin on my chest?” Viggo asked with a little sigh. He petted the kitten, listening to her rev up her purrs to a crazy volume.

“She’s like a race car.” Elijah commented between bites as he ate eagerly, “I guess I could feed you... if you wanted.”

Viggo opened one eye and looked at Elijah. “I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything.” He sat up, carefully helping Gremlin slide into his lap. She mewed once grumpily, but just claimed one of his legs instead. Viggo picked up his plate and began to eat.

Elijah shook his head, “I didn’t say it would put me out.” He smiled sweetly at Viggo and kept eating.

Viggo scowled slightly at him and kept on eating. He offered a piece or two to Gremlin, who chewed them with great zest right out of his fingers.

“Looks like she likes her steak cooked as well as rare.” Elijah offered softly.

Viggo gave her a large piece, which she had to grab with her paws and hold down to tackle. “Can’t blame her. This is great food.”

“We probably shouldn’t get her used to eating from our fingers though... and our plates...” He sighed, “She’s just so cute though.”

“She can eat from our fingers, just not our plates. I mean, why not let our little princess eat what we want to offer her?” Viggo tickled Gremlin’s rear, causing it to elevator upward. “I always love how cats do that.”

“You’re a bum man... doesn’t surprise me.” Elijah laughed.

This indelicate comment earned Elijah a very slight glare, before Viggo said to Gremlin, “Don’t listen to the bad man, love. He just can’t help being perverted.”

Elijah frowned and sat back, not involving himself with Viggo or Gremlin as he tried to work out what was causing Viggo’s attitude. In fact Viggo had been snarky since he’d cum, and it was starting to irritate him.

Viggo finished and patted his stomach. “That was lovely. My compliments to the chef.” He carefully set Gremlin on the floor and stood. Automatically, he cleared the table and carried the dishes to the sink. Ignoring the dishwasher, as always, he filled a dishpan full of soapy water and began to tackle the assorted pots, pans, dishes and glasses with his usual gusto, humming ‘How Much Do I love You’ under his breath in a strangely off key way.

Elijah watched Viggo from his position on the floor for several moments before he got up, adding his plate to the sink and starting to dry and put clean dishes away to make room for more.

“The only problem with cooking such a lovely dinner is the number of dishes,” Viggo said jovially, obviously not minding the task at all.

“You seem to enjoy it.” Elijah commented, it was something he’d said before, he really didn’t understand. He personally hated washing dishes.

“Yes, I really do. Its one of my many idiosyncrasies. There’s just something soothing about the whole process... and you know all this, so why am I repeating it all again?” He shook his head and went back to humming, this time ‘I’m Not Lazy, I’m Just Dreaming.’

“I think it’s more weird than an idiosyncrasy.” He had also said that a number of times and Elijah fell silent as they moved around the kitchen as they had many a night.

“Well, you did pick the weirdest member of the gang.” Viggo set the last plate in the rack with a happy sigh and turned to face Elijah. “Anything else need doing?”

“True.” Elijah sighed and continued drying the last few things, “Nope... we’re good here...” He wondered if Viggo still wanted to have a bath

“I’ll go draw up the bath then... where is your special bath oil?” Viggo yawned a little again and stretched, letting his arms reach for the ceiling.

“In my night stand, bottom draw.” Elijah answered, “Want some hot chocolate in the bath?”

“Better not. You remember what happened the last time I tried that. Now that I mind smelling like chocolate, but it sorta defeated the purpose of bathing.” Viggo grinned at the memory and walked out to start on the bath.

“Just because you can’t control yourself.” Elijah called out as Viggo left, laughing softly as he finished up.

Viggo snorted slightly at that response, typical for his lover, and began to fill the tub with warm water. He dug out the oil and liberally anointed the water with it before stripping off his clothes and sliding in. His body slid naturally into his favorite corner of the large tub, and he slid down until only his neck, head and a small part of his shoulders were out of the water.

Elijah took his time, filling up Gremlin’s food, locking up the house and settling it for the night before he made his way to their room. He stripped and folded down the bed before finally joining Viggo in the bathroom and sliding into the tub, and into Viggo’s arms, with a sigh of pleasure.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” Viggo murmured, his arms falling around his lover. “You never want me to help with all the last tasks of closing up the house. Why is that?”

Elijah shrugged, “I find it soothing. I like the feeling of closing everything down for the night, makes me know it’s bed time.”

“It’s like your own little ritual... a way of knowing this is where you belong.” Viggo pressed a kiss to the back of Elijah’s head. “This oil is lovely.”

“It is, isn’t it... and the scent is rather soothing.” He sighed, snuggling into Viggo’s chest a little closer. “I miss it when we’re on location over night or longer.”

“So do I. And I don’t even have a Samwise to commiserate with.” Viggo smiled and held Elijah tighter, his hand rubbing in gentle circles.

“Sometimes that isn’t an option either... Chris and Ally phone time you know...”

“Its not like we don’t phone,” Viggo pointed out quite reasonably.

“I know... but sometimes... Well Sean’s really a huge softy... although sometimes later... I’m not sure which one of us needs to cuddle more.” He sighed softly, “We’re both softies.”

“So, later, you cuddle with Sean, is that what you’re saying?” Viggo asked, a little confused by the way Elijah phrased his words.

“Normally... you know how us hobbits are... but sometimes I wonder... is he comforting me... or himself you know?”

“Maybe he’s doing both... and so are you,” Viggo said, not really sure where this conversation was headed.

“Makes sense I guess...” Elijah fell silent, wondering suddenly why he’d just confessed that all to Viggo.

“You’re both lucky to have each other,” Viggo said. “Not often a man finds a best friend and a lover all in one go.”

“I always assumed they would be the same person.” Elijah said suddenly, “I... I mean... isn’t that what you’re meant to say... he’s not just my husband... he’s also my best friend? You’re not... you’re more... and... I think I should stop now.”

“I’m not your best friend or I am?” Viggo asked, thoroughly lost now.

“Sean’s my best friend... you are more... much more than a friend... even a best one.”

“A super best friend,” Viggo concluded logically. “You are my super best friend, too.”

“No... Husband,” Elijah said it firmly. “You are a friend... a good friend. And you are my partner... my other half. It... It is different from Sean.” He sighed. “I don’t think I’m making much sense.”

“I understand, but you’re not putting words together very well. Something bothering you, Lijah?” Viggo kissed him gently.

“You seemed upset before,” Elijah said softly. “After... you were getting close to snarky downstairs. Why?”

“Was I? I didn’t mean to sound that way,” Viggo said apologetically, nuzzling his neck.

Elijah sighed. “I just... wanted to know if I’d done something to upset you.”

“No. Nothing.” Viggo reassured him gently, trailing kisses down his neck for added proof.

“Oh... good....” Sighing, he started to relax against Viggo even more, letting the kisses and touches soothe his remaining uncertainty.

“I’m sorry for making you feel upset,” Viggo murmured, kissing the soft spot behind one ear.

Elijah turned around so they were laying chest to chest in the water and started brushing soft little butterfly kisses over Viggo’s face, “I.” Kiss, “Love.” kiss, kiss, “You.” And then he gave Viggo a long, sweet and tender kiss.

“I want to wear white at our wedding,” Viggo whispered against his lips. “Both of us in stark white tuxedos... a symbol of true love.” He kissed him even more sweetly.

“No ties.” Elijah said, “Chinaman collars... I want us to be comfortable.” He sighed and then added, “And we are not using the ‘one ring’ in any way or form!”

“Aw, I wanted you to slip that on my finger,” Viggo purred with a little smile of amusement. “One Ring to rule Viggo.”

Elijah just snorted, “I think bracelets is good... and I like the idea of getting our ears pierced.”

“How about your belly button and my tongue?” Viggo asked with a wicked grin.

Elijah laughed, “It’s a thought.” And he laid his cheek on Viggo’s shoulder, “Was thinking about doing that for you anyway.”

“Piercing my tongue? I’m not sure I trust even you to that task. Think I’d like a professional.” Viggo smiled teasingly and nipped his nose.

Elijah shook his head, “There is no way I could do that! It would be professionals all the way.”

Viggo laughed and kissed him deeply, using said tongue proficiently. “Or did you mean you would have your belly pierced?” He stroked the sensitive navel once.

Elijah shivered and nodded, “You know that’s what I meant.”

“I don’t know that it’s a safe idea though. I’ll grab that thing in my teeth and tongue and never let go. And then what will become of us?”

“You need to learn self control old man!!” Elijah laughed.

Viggo snorted and hugged him tightly with one arm, while the other stroked again. “I don’t want to, not when I’m near you.”

Elijah giggled into Viggo’s neck. “You are a very, very bad man. My kind of man.”

“Your man.” Viggo blew a raspberry into Elijah’s neck loudly and wetly.

“Yep.” Elijah laughed and kissed Viggo’s neck again.

“So, are we going to have a quiet, relaxing bath, or are we going to wear ourselves out as usual?”

“I’m quite content to have a relaxing bath... you’re the one that doesn’t seem to be able to keep his hands to himself.” Elijah laughed softly.

“Is that a challenge?” Viggo asked with a little growl. “Is it my fault I find you delectable and impossible not to fondle?”

“I don’t know... is it your fault?” Elijah laughed and kissed Viggo again, giggling into his mouth.

Viggo grumbled and pulled away from the kiss with a huff. He let go of Elijah and slid his hands behind his head.

Elijah studied Viggo’s expression for several long moments before sighing and making himself as comfortable as he could against Viggo’s chest, which was very comfortable if he was being honest.

“Hey, you want a relaxing bath, go over to the other corner,” Viggo grumbled, shifting away a little.

“Hey!” Elijah frowned at Viggo, “You’re doing it again.”

“You’re the one making fun of me for loving you,” Viggo said. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I was not!” Elijah lifted his head and frowned, “I was laughing at the idea of being irresistible.”

“You sometimes make me feel like its something to be ashamed of-- a fault or a weakness...” Viggo folded his arms and looked at Elijah levelly. “I’ve always been a physically affectionate person... and being with you as taken it to new heights.”

“Viggo, haven’t you noticed that I can’t keep my hands off you either?” He said softly, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of... or if it is... it’s something we’re both going to have to be... I love touching you and having you touch me. I don’t ever mean to make you feel like it’s a bad thing, it’s wonderful.”

“Maybe you can. I seem to initiate everything, and you go along with it.” Viggo frowned slightly at the idea.

“You initiate everything?” Elijah frowned, “No, you don’t.”

“Then I initiate most sex. Almost everything.” Viggo tapped his fingers on the side of the tub.

“I didn’t know it was... a competition or something. Maybe... maybe I don’t want you to think of me as a horny little teenager.”

“It’s not a competition,” Viggo said quietly, “but it’s not supposed to be a one-sided deal, either. I never really noticed before tonight... but it’s me who suggests things, me who can’t keep my hands to myself, always me.”

“I don’t know what to say. No... Not really.” He lifted himself up so he was able to see Viggo’s face better. “I... you want me to be more... aggressive? I mean... make the first move type of aggressive?”

“I don’t want to be pushy or needy, either,” Viggo said. “You may be fine with it now or even happy, but that will wear off with time. Eventually, you’ll get tired of being with someone who cannot leave you alone.”

“You think I’m going to get tired of you needing me?” Elijah looked at Viggo like he was insane.

“I think you may in the end,” Viggo said quietly. He reached out and grabbed the soap.

Elijah reached out and took the soap from Viggo’s hands and after quickly making a lather he started washing Viggo’s chest, trying to make his motions both soothing and arousing at the same time, “You don’t seem to realize, I want you desperately.”

“Then why is it always me?” Viggo asked softly, not stopping Elijah’s motions and rubbing his cheek gently with one thumb.

“Well there’s that not wanting to be seen as a hormonally driven teenager who only wants you for sex?” He looked at Viggo. “That’s a good start right?”

“I never saw you as that,” Viggo said softly. “I never saw you as anything but everything I always wanted being offered to me freely.”

“I...” He nibbled his lip even as his hands continued caressing Viggo, washing his arms and then down over his abdomen and legs.0 “I - I ... I’m not sure what to say.”

Viggo shut his eyes and sighed in unison with Elijah. “Even now, the feel of your hands on me makes me warm inside... full of want... I’m absolutely powerless against that.”

“Touching you, having you touch me... are the most joyful moments in my life... When you touch me... everything is better... I relax... most places.” He grinned. “I feel good.” He sighed as he washed down Viggo’s other leg. “I feel love.”

“How about I just hold you tonight and let you hold me?” Viggo suggested softly. He took the soap and carefully began to scrub Elijah, keeping his touch friendly, but nothing more.

“That could very well be my idea of heaven.” Elijah said before giving Viggo a purely sexual smile, “Well one of them... with you there are several different heavens.”

“A set of different nirvanas,” Viggo said. He filled his hands with shampoo and began to watch Elijah’s short hair, massaging into the scalp with skilled fingers.

Elijah almost purred at the massage and let himself relax against Viggo’s chest for the duration. “Oh that feels good.”

Viggo closed his eyes against the desire to do more than wash Elijah. He reached out and began to rinse out the soap carefully. “Keep your eyes shut.”

Elijah closed his eyes tightly and let Viggo rinse his hair out, “Ok...” He waited until Viggo gave the ok before opening his eyes and looking into Viggo’s eyes, looking deep and smiling.

“Now for some conditioner,” Viggo said, reaching for the other bottle. He made sure to massage the soap in deeply and keep it out of his eyes.

Elijah was all but purring against Viggo’s chest, “That feels so good...” He could feel even his toes relaxing and he let out a heartfelt moan, “How about giving up acting and the Ps and all... and becoming my body-slave?”

The smile on Viggo’s face brightened a bit, and he kissed the top of Elijah’s brow. “But nobody keeps a body slave forever.”

“So I’ll be the first one in history... gods that feels so good.” Elijah cooed into Viggo’s neck and sighed deeply.

Viggo sighed and kissed his neck, but then washed away the soap with gentle care. “Ok, all done. Want to do mine?”

“Yes.” Elijah didn’t move for several moments first before sitting up and straddling Viggo’s waist, “Can you lean your head back a little?” Elijah cupped the back of Viggo’s head guiding Viggo back to wet his hair.

Sliding down even further, Viggo tilted his head back to let Elijah have access to his long hair. He shut his eyes, less to keep the soap out of them then to enjoy the sensations.

Elijah quickly got some shampoo and started massaging it into Viggo’s hair, smiling as he slowly worked it into a rich lather of white suds, making Viggo’s hair stand up in strange shapes and grinning.

“I can tell you’re having fun with my hair at my expense again,” Viggo said with no real malice. “Better put it back the way it belongs.”

“Not at your expense... I’ve never had long hair... it’s fun seeing what shapes I can make it.” He started massaging Viggo’s scalp with his fingers and smiled, trying to use the same motions that had felt so good when Viggo had used them on him.

“Mmm, you should grow long hair. You really would be stunning.” Viggo sighed happily under the massage and felt drowsy.

“Not while I’m being Frodo... but I might after...” Elijah said thoughtfully, “I think you could rinse off now...” But he didn’t stop the massage.

“Oh all right.” Viggo took a deep breath and ducked from Elijah’s hands and under the water. He stayed under until he though his lungs might burst, before erupting back up with a gasp.

Elijah ran his fingers through Viggo’s hair under the water to help rinse it and let out a soft laugh as Viggo gasped for breath. He left Viggo take a lungful before swooping in a stealing his lips for a kiss.

Viggo kissed back for a moment, before he needed another breath rather desperately. “That was fun.”

Elijah waited until Viggo had taken a few breaths this time before catching his lips for a long drawn out kiss.

Two arms wrapped around Elijah tightly and pulled him close, needing him there suddenly. “I love you.”

Elijah melted against Viggo and answered, “I love you too, Viggo.” And then they were kissing again.

All of his need and desire seeped back into the kiss, despite his earlier words to Elijah. He was never much good at lying with his actions and knew that despite his best efforts, he would always lose in a struggle against his desire for Elijah.

When he just had to breathe Elijah broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together and asked softly, “Viggo? Can... Can we go... go to bed and... Will... will you let me make love to you?”

“What exactly do you want to do?” Viggo asked, although his body responded with an emphatic yes to the question.

“I want to make love to you.” Elijah said each word clearly, “I could be crude and somewhat untruthful and say I wanted to fuck you into tomorrow... but although yes, making love is fucking... fucking is not making love. And I wish to make love to you.”

“Oh, is that it?” Viggo asked, blinking a few times. “You don’t think it might be better to just sleep tonight?”

“Nope.”

The grin on Viggo’s face appeared instantly at the one, cocky word. “Quite sure you’re not overcompensating?”

Elijah just grinned back at Viggo, “Does it matter if I am? It’s not like I’m offering you my kidney... just the best buggering I can give you.”

“Would you offer me your kidney, if I need it?” Viggo asked teasingly, nuzzling his cheek.

“I would anything I could to save your life... so... if you needed my kidney... yes. I’d offer it.”

“Awww, softy,” Viggo mumbled and kissed him gently. “I guess I’ll take you up on the offer.”

“For my kidney?” Elijah grinned at Viggo.

“That’s right. Hand it over now.” Viggo held out his hand.

Elijah got up, “Um... I think I need a big knife...” And he headed towards the kitchen.

“Hey, come back here!” Viggo cried. He hopped out of the tub, too, opening the drain for the water to drain out. “Before you make a mess on the kitchen floor for me to clean up, I want that buggering.”

Elijah hadn’t gotten further than the bedroom before he had almost fallen over giggling.

Viggo threw a towel over Elijah’s head, already using one to dry himself off. “What’s so funny, short stuff?”

Elijah didn’t look at Viggo as he repeated, “Before I make a mess on the kitchen floor?”

Grabbing the towel and starting to dry Elijah’s hair, Viggo nodded a few times. “Yeah. I imagine the whole cutting out your kidney might be gooey.”

Elijah fell against Viggo laughing.

Viggo buried Elijah in his arms and held him, laughing as well. He reached down to cup his ass gently and squeezed again.

Elijah moaned softly into Viggo’s neck, “I love how you do that...” and he wriggled his hips, rubbing his ass into Viggo’s grip.

“I know. And I like doing it... though I think you’re supposed to be the one making me swoon.” He pressed a kiss to the wet, tousled hair on the top of Elijah’s head. “Before you give me your kidney.”

Elijah laughed and stole the towel from Viggo, moving a few steps away, so Viggo had a good view and he started drying himself as sensuously as he knew how, the towel seeming to between Elijah’s caressing hands and his skin.

“Or you could just wank yourself with a towel... I can enjoy watching that.” Viggo leaned back against a wall and admired the view.

“Is that what you really want me to do my love?” Elijah relaxed at Viggo’s reaction, he’d been a little worried his lover would laugh.

“You make life difficult,” Viggo said sadly. “All these lovely and difficult choices you force me to make... You truly should be insatiable, so I can enjoy them all.”

“I do apologies for making you chose, my love... but hard times come to us all...” Elijah smiled, keeping it form becoming a grin and watched Viggo with an expectant expression.

With a little sigh, Viggo sauntered into their room. The groan of the bed as he lay down reached Elijah’s ears. “Come to me?”

Elijah hung up the towel and followed Viggo, not saying anything until he was draped over his lover’s body and had kissed him softly, “Always.”

“Hello, Lijah.” He set his hands on Elijah’s hips and pulled him closer. “Show me how much you love me... please.”

Elijah grinned and stretched out against Viggo, nibbling and sucking at his lower lip before deepening their kiss into a passionate mating of lips.

Kissing back somewhat passively, Viggo just enjoyed the sensation of having Elijah stretched out along his body. His large hands swept up and down bare skin soothingly, the fell of baby soft skin gentle along his own roughened palms.

Sitting back a little, Elijah gave Viggo his brightest smile as he planned his... well attack sounded all wrong but it was the only word that came to mind. He honestly hadn’t done this incredibly often and he wanted to make sure he pleased Viggo to the best of his ability.

Both of Viggo’s eyebrows rose to the top of his head in question. “You look like you’re trying to hatch an egg.”

“Just thinking...” And with that he leant over Viggo to grab a tube of their favorite lube out of the night stand. Feeling better already, he caught Viggo’s lips for a long drugging kiss.

“Ah, that’s why your face was screwed on so tightly... you were trying to light the little pilot light up there.” Viggo laughed a little and then took the lube out of his hand. “Someone want to be naughty?”

“No. I’m just going to make love to the man I love... is that naughty?” Elijah stole the lube back and tucked it out of Viggo’s side before catching his lips for another kiss.

“Not that part, but I think you always like something a little naughty to throw in to the mix.” Viggo kissed him back and trailed a finger over his spine. “Shall I get on my knees?”

“No love... stay just were you are.” And with a further kiss his started licking his way down to Viggo’s neck, searching out the spots that made Viggo shiver on his path to his love’s nipples.

“Uh oh.” Viggo muttered as he noted Elijah’s course.

Elijah giggled softly at the comment but he didn’t change his destination, nibbling his way to the first flat nipple and lapping his tongue fully across it just once.

A jolt of pure white arousal zapped from his nipple straight to his groin. For perhaps the millionth time, Viggo cursed the live wires attached to the two little nubs on his chest. Someday, he was going to have little bulls eyes tattooed around the damn things, just in case anyone missed their complete and obvious control over his every reaction.

Elijah grinned and he lapped over the nipple again before moving his head to give the other one the same treatment. His head moved from side to side several times as he licked over the harden nubs, loving Viggo’s reaction.

“Oh, you sadist,” Viggo hissed between licks and nibbles, otherwise without words or control. His hands clamped down a little too hard on bony hips, unable to control their reaction.

Elijah smiled and gave each nipple a long hard suckle before he started sliding down Viggo’s body, lips, tongue and teeth caressing smooth warm skin.

It was both a tremendous relief and a deep disappointment when Elijah started heading downward again. As much as he enjoyed the attentions to his cock and points south, nothing stimulated him as much as the nipples. And nothing made him squirm and curse in frustration as much, either.

Elijah laughed softly, even as his lips closed around Viggo’s cock and he sucked lightly, positioning himself between Viggo’s thighs, pushing them open even more and he cupped Viggo’s balls, caressing them softly.

Viggo sighed again and opened his legs even further in quiet invitation. Otherwise, he tried to keep perfectly still under the dual assault, knowing his own tendency to get pushy and demanding. But he let Elijah know with a soft stream of words that he appreciated the touches... even as he felt an impending explosion or two begin to work its way up from his toes and down from his abused nipples.

Elijah listened to Viggo, letting the sounds and words guide his motions and caresses as he opened the lube and coated his fingers. Taking advantage of Viggo’s spread legs he let a single finger caress the puckered opening into Viggo’s body with the tip.

The movement startled a hiss out of Viggo. Although he enjoyed both bottom and top roles, he usually took the lead with Elijah, so the touch felt a bit unusual. His hips pushed toward the finger gently, even as he murmured, “That feels nice.”

“Does it really?” Elijah smiled as he pressed softly, his finger massaging carefully, opening Viggo with no pain even as his lips and tongue started caressing the hard flesh at the apex of Viggo’s thighs.

“Mmmhmm,” Viggo sighed and then gasped softly at the caresses. “Please, more?” he asked, trying to encourage without demanding.

Elijah smiled around his mouthful, letting out a pleased hum as he eased his finger into Viggo’s body, stroking the muscles protecting it, relaxing them into accepting first one and then a second finger as he continued to bob on Viggo’s hardness, making sure to never give too much sensation. Elijah didn’t want Viggo to come until he was inside him.

Sensing what Elijah wanted to do, Viggo grumbled a little under his breath and pushed his hips down to help force the fingers deeper inside him. He reached down to pet Elijah’s hair and face, enjoying the soft feel.

Elijah laughed softly, Viggo was such a pushy bottom, but he let his fingers work deeper and didn’t stop scissoring and moving his fingers deeper. When Viggo felt relaxed enough he added a third finger and crooked them up, searching for just the right spot within his lover.

Huffing once in indignation at the laughter, Viggo nonetheless groaned softly when Elijah found his prostate. He wriggled a little and shut his eyes, still stroking Elijah’s face and hair.

Elijah smiled and stroked the small bundle of nerves several times deliberately, loving Viggo’s reaction.

Swearing softly, Viggo fought to keep himself from really demanding Elijah to fuck him now. He thrust a little more against the fingers, moaning with every scrape against his prostate.

Elijah could feel the tension in Viggo’s body and it answered the one in his own. At the unspoken request he lifted his mouth away with an obscene slurping noise as he eased his fingers from Viggo’s body. Kneeling between Viggo’s legs he looked over the man lying before him with a lusty sigh, “Fucking sexy...” And he quickly lubed himself, he wanted inside Viggo. Now!

“Am not,” Viggo mumbled, but a flush that was not sexual crept into his cheeks. “Take me now, you little monster.”

“Don’t know if I should... after you called me a monster...” But they both knew they were beyond that now. Elijah moved forward slightly and then with a slow thrust of his hips, eased himself into Viggo’s body, not stopping until he was buried all the way. Elijah stayed for a moment, panting and trying to keep his control before he smiled at Viggo, “Amazing.”

“Oh yes, that feels lovely,” Viggo purred. He reached out and rubbed the flat stomach of his lover. “Claim me, little Lijah.”

Elijah grinned and smacked the taunting hand, “Bad Virgo.” He held still for just a little longer, feeling more in control and only then did he pull out of Virgo slowly, withdrawing until the very tip of his cock was within his lover. A smile and he slammed forwards, once again burying himself to the root.

With all his strength, Viggo thrust back and cried out loudly. “Oh yes, Elijah, please! More!”

Elijah sighed deeply and without warning started a hard rhythm, thrusting deeply with each and every motion of his hips, sinking into Viggo’s body over and over, shifting his hips until he could find the prostate he’d teased before, his every thrust now rubbing against the bundle of nerves. Bracing himself on one hand Elijah leaned over Viggo and sucked a little nipple into his mouth, the height difference between them making it easy for him to torture Viggo’s most sensitive spots.

A string of more and more incomprehensible curse words roared out of Viggo’s mouth at maximum volume. After the beating his nipples already took and the incessant pounding on his prostate, he felt his orgasm rushing toward him like a freight train.

Elijah’s thrusts lost a little of their rhythm, Viggo’s uninhibited responses turning his blood to lava and sending his body into overdrive. He couldn’t think and words were beyond him, all he could do was keep thrusting into Viggo, burying himself in his lover, trying to show with the actions how loved and needed he was.

And like a freight train barreling off the tracks, Viggo lost all control and flew into space, spattering both himself and Elijah with seed. His voice, when it escaped, sounded more like a wild animal than anything resembling a man.

Elijah moaned a deep sound of pure need as he watched his lover’s pleasure, the sight more than he could truly handle. Adding the pleasure of the intense tightening of the muscles around him, Elijah shattered into a million different pieces as he came, his seed spilling deep within Viggo’s clenching body.

“Mmmm,” Viggo sighed as his body relaxed so deeply into the bed he thought he might melt through to the floor. “You are impossible... and how I love you.”

Elijah moaned softly, his cheek pillowed on Viggo’s chest and he sighed again, “My Viggo.” It wasn’t a question. “Love you. Never gonna let you go.”

“Never? I may hold you to that, you know.” Viggo slid his arms around Elijah’s small body and squeezed.

“Isn’t that what being married means?” Elijah asked softly, face nuzzled into Viggo’s neck. He needed to move, Viggo would start getting uncomfortable soon, but he felt so good that he wanted to stay were he was as long as possible.

“I suppose so... here I was thinking it just meant more sex. I need more sex in my life.” Viggo tickled Elijah’s side gently.

“Are you telling me are sex life isn’t enough?” Elijah lifted his head as he asked and then eased out of Viggo carefully. Brushing a kiss over Viggo’s lips he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth to clean them both before snuggling into Viggo’s side.

“You are so clean,” Viggo chuckled, stretching his body a bit. “And you take such good care of me. I almost feel like a pet sometimes.”

“A pet?” Elijah shook his head. “No, not a pet. I just... well cum gets icky when it dries and it doesn’t feel nice on our skin... this way I get to feel your skin against mine all night and it’s lovely.”

“Like I said... clean.” Viggo laughed and leaned up to kiss Elijah sweetly. “And silly.”

Elijah threw Viggo a look and took a long drink from the bottle of water on the night stand before offering it to Viggo.

Viggo took the water and downed half of it in one go. “You make me thirsty. Drain all the fluids right out of me... and then clean them off.”

“Thirsty making ... but it was good making.” Elijah giggled and kissed Viggo’s chin.

“You do love my dimple,” Viggo said with a laugh and cupped the back of his head gently. “I love all of you.”

“And I love all of you... sounds like a perfect match to me.” And he leaned forward to Viggo the sweetest kiss he could.

“Which is also what marriage means,” Viggo whispered. “Gremlin, bed time!” he called much louder.

Little paws scrabbled over the floor, and the kitten appeared in the room. She leaped wildly for the bed, miscalculated and ended up in a heap on the floor, dragging the spread off with her.

“Dignity thy name is not Gremlin.” Elijah commented as he leant over the side of the bed, swept the kitten up into his arms, grabbed a corner of the bedspread and wriggled back onto the bed fully, pulling the covers over them in the process.

She squeaked at him happily, as if nothing had happened, and started up her usual steamboat paddle purr.

“No, but happiness is, which matters a lot more in the long run.” Viggo cuddled both Elijah and Gremlin.

“True.” Elijah sighed and snuggled his face into Viggo’s neck. Nibbling his lip he asked softly, suddenly nervous, “Was.... was it ok?”

“What? Was what ok?” Viggo asked, watching Gremlin stake out a place on Elijah’s pillow with amusement.

“You know.” Elijah blushed suddenly, although not too darkly, hiding it in Viggo’s neck.

“You can’t be serious!” Viggo demanded, kissing Elijah tenderly.

Elijah was blushing more, trying to work out if that was the positive answer he thought it was.

Feeling the heat against his neck and sensing Elijah’s embarrassment, Viggo stroked his back carefully. “You were perfect, my love.”

“Thank you.” Elijah sighed and nuzzled Viggo’s neck, placing soft kisses on Viggo’s skin.

“Were you really worried?” Viggo asked softly, petting Gremlin, who chewed on his fingers.

“No... But... I just wanted to make sure.” Elijah sighed and started petting Gremlin, scratching under her chin.

“You sounded worried,” Viggo said softly, tangling his hand with Elijah’s where they both petted Gremlin.

“Well maybe a little.” He sighed softly and lifted his head to smile at Viggo, “I wanted it to be good for both of us... but it’s not something I do all the time.”

“Its something you do seldom, but you always do well.” Viggo tossed a leg possessively over one of Elijah’s.

“Thank you... again.” Elijah laughed softly, relaxing against Viggo feeling much more relaxed and much more settled, “I love you.”

“Well, of course you do... I’m perfect!” Viggo tickled Gremlins nose, and she sneezed. “See, Gremlin agrees.”

Elijah just laughed snuggling more into Viggo and letting the tiring day catch up with him. “If you say so.”

“Good night, Lijah. Sleep well and dream of big weddings. And good night to you, too, Gremlin. Nice job at the vet.” He shut his eyes, yawned and felt sleep sneak up on him.

“Night love... good night little catbrat...” And making sure he was as snuggled into Viggo as he could be Elijah sighed, “Perfect.”

Gremlin twitched her ears at the catbrat remark, but decided to let it pass. She squeaked once at her people-persons and fell asleep almost instantly in a sea of purrs. After all, it had been a big day.