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fellowshippers2006-10-31 11:53 am
Happy Halloween Ficlet!
Here is the Halloween ficlet I promised ages ago. I'm a part-time goth and I really wanted to celebrate today in some style.
This hasn't been Beta-ed because I finished it at 2.30 am!
Title: Halloween
Pairing: Monaboyd with Elijah.
Rating: Er 13? Warning for Kink.
Disclaimer: If you believe this is true, or that I own any of these characters then
send me a postcard from La-La land!
Feedback: Oh please! It makes me feel wanted. Also, illustration would be greatly appreciated!
Notes: Some things come easily to actors.
Read on...
Viggo had outdone himself with the decorations this time, the whole house was lit only by black lanterns and guttering candles. His long narrow hallway smelled of lilies and his large but intimate living room with its alcoves and dark wooden panels, smelled of sandalwood and cloves. Cobwebs dangled from the chandelier and brushed the faces of anyone who passed underneath. The music had moved from Gregorian chants to Tudor ballads and now the sweet but jagged tones of the Harpsichord infiltrated the chatter of his guests.
Elijah sat in a high-backed mahogany chair and smoked a thin clove cigarette; his pointed false nails clicked upon a narrow crystal glass filled with absinthe.
Billy spotted him and moved towards the chair. He had to swerve around Samurai Sean Astin to avoid spilling red wine on his light green frock coat. He reached Elijah’s chair and squatted down by his side to lean on the armrest.
“You look right at home here Elijah”, he said, noticing how much longer Elijah’s fingers looked with nails.
“What, no fangs Billy?” Elijah raised a darkened eyebrow and bit a pressed a pearly pointed tooth into his lower lip as he did so.
“I couldn’t find any decent ones that didn’t make me dribble, and besides I’m too tanned from my surfing trip with Dom in Hawaii” Billy’s skin was indeed very brown and freckled, his hair was sun bleached.
“You couldn’t find a set of dental fangs in hollywood ?” Elijah cracked a huge grin and giggled with a high pitched squeak. Catching himself out of character he stifled his laugh and settled back into the chair, crossing his legs, and taking another slow drag of his cigarette. Grey smoke curled around the loose black ringlets that brushed his shoulders.
“I have only just arrived back from the convention in Glasgow Lij, I had to change here in Viggo’s broom cupboard”. Billy looked down at his own sleeves and then at Elijah’s. He noticed how much paler his naturally fair friend’s skin looked against the black velvet of his cream lace trimmed frock coat. Billy looked like he had not long since arrived back from a surfing holiday. Elijah looked enchanting, otherworldly. Billy wondered if Elijah really knew the effect he was having on everyone by just sitting there watching the room. He had to remind himself for a moment whom he was really supposed to admire in this way.
“Have you seen Dom arrive yet Lij?”
“Sure, he’s busy terrorising Miranda in the kitchen, but...(Elijah leaned down and gazed right into Billy’s eyes, causing Billy to shudder just a little as his whole world was filled with blue), He’s simply dying to see you!”
Elijah stood up and took a sip of absinthe, letting the liquid tease his lips before licking it away. He took Billy’s hand and hauled him up to his feet. Setting the glass down he reached behind Billy and placing his right hand in the small of Billy’s back he dragged him close and began to whisper.
“It’s great to see you Billy... you look so alive! Come now, and we shall give Dominic a special present”.
There was something in that tone of voice that told Billy’s spine to do as it was told before Billy’s ears even heard the command. It was Viggo’s tone of voice and it really suited this demon Elijah.
Billy followed blindly past the huddles of guests and stands of grizzly looking finger food. Elijah kept a firm hold around his waist as they stepped carefully along the corridor past Sir Ian in his Time Lord splendour chatting to a mummified Orlando Bloom. Each person they passed silently held their gaze on Elijah before carrying on with their talk. Billy’s stomach flipped at the thought of what Dom may be wearing, but he too could not take his eyes off the young man at his side, his profile elfin but his parted mouth revealing quite sharp looking fangs where his natural canines ought to be.
Elijah led them both into the kitchen, where sure enough Dom was leaning against the central table with a wicked grin across his cheekily lopsided features. His fingers were twirling into Miranda’s hair, and she appeared to be sighing dramatically as if hypnotised. Her large sequinned wings glinted in the lamplight as she tried not to giggle. Dom’s attire was very much as Billy had hoped, his coat was light grey and his lacy shirt was very white. Dom’s smoky blue eyes, framed with kohl would have shimmered in daylight picked up against the grey, but as they turned on the two men in the doorway they looked darker than ever and lustful.
The beginnings of an open welcoming smile flickered across Dom’s face before he caught Elijah’s determined expression.
“Dominic, you may wish to stop playing with your starter now, I can see she is not to your usual tastes” Elijah stepped forward and placed his hand on Miranda’s shoulder, turning her around to face him. With a flourish of the wrist he gestured towards the door, and then with his right leg extended behind him he bent into a deep bow.
“Perhaps I shall catch up with you later sweet Angel” he said, as blushing, she obligingly left the three men alone in the room.
Billy noticed Elijah’s shoes, like Dominic’s were black, with a red stone set among a white lace bow.
“Look what I found wandering these chambers Dominic, I saw him and thought he must be the perfect thing for you” Elijah took Billy by the hand and brought him towards Dom. Billy was trembling a little at the sight of his lover appearing so preadatorial but so very hot. He could not take his eyes off him, and Dom responded by holding Billy’s gaze and bearing his elongated teeth.
“He’s perfect Elijah, thank you for finding him” Dom growled. “Because you are so kind to me, I shall let you try him first”.
“Thank you Dominic” Elijah moved round to look into Billy’s mossy green eyes. Billy was flushed and his top lip quivered as Elijah held his chin. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to be kissed by one of his allegedly straight best friends, nor could he help but think how nice that would be just this once.
Elijah simply held the gaze for a few more moments, then placed his hand on Billy’s shoulder, Pivoting round to stand behind the speechless older man, so the small chunky heels of his shoes tapped on the wooden floor. He motioned to Dom to stand closer, in front of Billy, then dipping his neck down he began to kiss the soft skin of Billy’s throat. All the time, Dom planted light feather kisses over Billy’s face, making his heart flutter and his blood rush. The feeling of soft lips just teasing his skin on his throat sent a tickling tingle down his spine and to his groin. Elijah’s curls fell across the lace at Billy’s neck.
All of a sudden, the tingle became a sharp shock, as two pin-like fangs bit down on to his throat. Billy jolted but two pairs of arms held him firm at his waist and chest. The sharp pain became a hot, tight suck. Billy whimpered at first but loosing his mind to the sensation he began to moan almost in an almost breathy tone.
Elijah,with one arm still wrapped across Billy’s chest, tenderly reached up to bring Billy’s head back to level with his face. From the corner of his eye, Billy could see deep red liquid was running down Elijah’s perfect round chin, and colouring his bow like lips. His wide open mouth showed red stained gums. The sight was both ghastly and beautiful, and it sent more shivers between Billy’s legs. Dom would be able to feel the hardening bulge from holding him so close, in fact he had tightened his grip and was growling into Billy’s other shoulder. Elijah let go of Billy and stroked the red stained skin of his neck with a hard nail tipped finger. With his other arm, he led Dom behind Billy.
“No Dominic, try this...”
Dom growled again and bit down on the same wetted skin, alternately sucking the blood to the surface of the skin, and kissing the purpling tender spot. Dom’s hands ran down under Billy’s lace collar and pulled at the buttons to entangle his strong hands in the thick hair of Billy’s chest.
Among hazy sensations of Elijah’s lips upon his Adam’s apple, and half-obscured images of Dom’s face buried in his neck, Billy noticed that he could not feel any wound, and there was a sweet sugary aroma close by. It was just noticeable under the bitter, heady smell of cloves and smoke and aniseed that described Elijah.
“Mmm, Elijah,” growled Dom. “I would like to be left alone with this gift now if you please”.
Elijah made a noise into Billy’s throat that vibrated like a purr, and he sounded peeved for a moment, before he moved away from the two other men.
Dominic let loose his grip on Billy, and took his hand instead. He smiled at Billy, with an apologetic furrow of his brow for just a second, before placing his open mouth over Elijah’s in a brief but passionate kiss. Billy gasped in lust and jealousy but Elijah simply pulled away with the same apology. With a little flick of a wave and a glimmer of a grin, he left the room, but not before spitting the remains of a little plastic blood capsule into the bin by the door.
“Mine! Billy Boyd!” Dom pounced on his lover’s body with full force. Yanking him in again for a deep embrace. Fangs bit along Billy’s bottom lip, and as their tongues pressed together Billy could feel a fang scrape the slip of skin above his top lip. Their arms wandered all over, tugging at each-other’s clothing and pulling at hair.
*ahem*
A disembodied cough from the direction of the doorway stopped the embrace in a frantic detanglement.
Viggo stood in the doorway, he was wearing a cowboy hat and chequered shirt, but stitches marched right around his neck. His skin looked unhealthily green.
“I would like to get to the wine rack if that’s ok you guys”
“Hummn” Dom managed, shuffling himself and Billy away from the cabinets.
Viggo swung open the cupboard and pulled out two bottles of nearly black liquid labelled “Vampire”.*
He handed one to Dom, who took it without meeting Viggo’s gaze. Viggo chuckled in that low dangerous tone.
“I’ve prepared one of the rooms for you upstairs, it’s ready for you both now if ether of you are too...tired”
With that, he left again. The speakers in the hallway sounded out the first few notes of Strauss’ Blue Danube. Dom took Billy by the hand, and led him out of the kitchen, along the dusty corridor and up the gloomy staircase to bed.
* Vampire wine exists, have a look on the net for it!
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This Lij can make me rather crazy!
Happy halloween!
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Meet again this Wednesday, 1pm?
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