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Fic: Brethren 15/15
Title: Brethren 15/15
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Beta:saura_
Pairing: VM/DM, SB/EW
Rating: NC-17 this part
Disclaimer: Clearly not true.
Summary: More sex and... other stuff. Also known as, our heroes reunite and ride off into the sunset.
A/N: Wow, I'm spacier than I thought! Apparently I never posted the final chapter of "Brethren," and so, since it's Thanksgiving and all, I thought hey, this makes for a fairly good "alternative Thanksgiving" statement, doesn't it? Sean, Elijah, Viggo, Dom... best "family of four" I can think of at least. Happy turkey (or in my case, autumn vegetable) day, everyone!
Previous Chapters
After several days of productive talks with some of the native leaders in their host settlement, Viggo felt that they were making a fair amount of headway into the community. The natives were fascinated by the clothes Viggo and Dominic wore, the languages they spoke (as they sometimes would switch into German by habit), and the stories they told of the Bethlehem settlement.
Although they were skeptical about the white men’s religion, they were curious, and Viggo had just arranged for a couple of men from the community to ride back with himself and Dominic to observe Bethlehem for themselves when there was a bit of a commotion to one side of the village’s borders.
“What’s going on?” Dominic asked, trying to stand on tiptoe and peer over people’s heads as they walked quickly towards the gathering of natives at the edge of the village.
“They’re saying more white men have come,” Viggo answered, frowning. “I’m afraid it might be Scots, but maybe I can convince them to go.”
Dominic frowned and held tight to Viggo’s shoulder as he pushed his way through the people gathered in a small cluster at the border. He wasn’t really in the mood for a confrontation with a group of Scotsmen, though Billy hadn’t seemed all that bad. When they were almost clear of the crowd, however, Viggo surged to the front, and Dominic was quite worried, wondering why Viggo had let go of him until he finally pushed his way past the last tall native.
“Elijah! And… Minster Bean?” Dominic looked between the two of them, quite confused, as Elijah ran forward and threw his arms around Dominic, and—somewhat surprisingly—smacked a big wet kiss on his cheek. “Elijah, aren’t you supposed to be banned from seeing me?” Dom asked under his breath as Viggo and Sean hugged, the blonde minister seeming much more relaxed than usual as he embraced his friend.
“Nah, don’t worry about that now!” Elijah insisted, cheerily. “I’ve got Sean all worked out,” he continued with a wink, and Dominic just stared, wide-eyed. Sean? Since when are those two on a first name basis?
“Dominic! Good to see you again, lad!” Dominic’s eyes remained frozen in their disbelieving stare as Sean came over and hugged him as well, the natives giving them a bit of room for their greetings. Over Sean’s shoulder, he could see Viggo hugging Elijah and whispering something into Elijah’s ear that made him laugh gleefully, his head tipping back in delight as he leaned into Viggo’s embrace. Dominic tried very hard not to be jealous.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll explain the situation and ask if we can go to the hut where Dominic and I have been staying to talk,” Viggo suggested, turning to the senior most tribe member present to do so. While he talked, Dominic eyed Elijah suspiciously.
“You’re glowing,” Dominic whispered, noticing Sean watching the two of them but not attempting to interfere. “And so is he.”
Elijah grinned, widely. “I knew you’d start to figure things out on your own, Dommie! I had faith in you,” he replied with a broad slap on Dominic’s back.
“What did you do, seduce him?” Dominic asked, disbelieving.
Elijah barked out a laugh. “Ha! You could say that, but it wouldn’t be entirely accurate.”
“But you’re…?”
“Intimate? Yeah. Scandalised?” Elijah asked, grinning at Dom before giving Sean a quick wink.
“Well, no…” Dominic responded, carefully. He wasn’t sure how much to admit about his relationship with Viggo before Viggo himself had a chance to participate in the discussion. After all, he knew Viggo was attracted to him, and they had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh for several nights now, but they had not yet made love, nor had they discussed exactly what their relationship with each other was. Fortunately, Dominic was saved from explaining when Viggo returned to the group, leading them towards their little hut.
“Have a seat,” Viggo offered when they were all four inside. “Sorry there’s not much other than the floor, but…” He trailed off as he and Dominic sat, instinctively, so close that they were touching thighs, and then quickly scooted away. Dominic’s eyes flickered to the bedrolls that they were sitting on—the bedrolls that had been pushed together so that the two men could warm each other in the night—and blushed deeply.
“Oh my God, Sean! You chastised me so much… and now look at them!” Elijah grinned as he gestured to Viggo and Dominic, both blushing now and looking more than a bit uncomfortable. “Don’t try to deny it, either of you. It smells like sex in here.”
Dominic’s eyes went wide at that statement, but Viggo just laughed. “So it does. Forgive my hospitality; if I’d known you were coming I’d have washed the bedding in the stream. But that brings me to the two of you,” he continued, arching an eyebrow. “I certainly didn’t expect to find you here, and together, nonetheless…”
Now it was Sean’s turn to blush, and Elijah just laughed. “He’s finally come to his senses, Vig,” Elijah explained. “And so we’ve come to the two of you for help, and a proposition. Though now I think you may be even more likely to take it…”
“What kind of a proposition?” Viggo asked, looking sceptical.
“I can’t stay in Bethlehem, Vig,” Sean answered. “You know that.”
Viggo frowned, but nodded, understanding Sean’s meaning.
“Elijah’s right, I… well I can’t pretend that I’m someone I’m not, anymore. But I’m afraid that means I can’t stay. They’ll never accept me as I am, and… well we’re hoping the two of you will join us, Viggo. We’re going to start a ministry, Elijah and I. We want to go further into the backcountry, where we won’t be looked for, and try to do good work among the natives. I know it’ll be harder the further we go, but I think it’s worth it, to have a chance to spread the word of God to those people… and not necessarily the same word they’re teaching in Bethlehem,” Sean admitted.
Viggo smiled, broadly, and to Dominic’s surprise crawled forward and gathered the bigger man into his arms. “I’m proud of you, Sean,” he whispered, and Sean grinned, holding Viggo tighter.
“So you’re with me?” Sean asked as Viggo pulled away.
“I’m with you. You know I am, Sean, you don’t even have to ask. Dominic, however…”
“I’m in,” Dominic interrupted in a tone that brokered no argument. “Where Viggo goes, I go.” He smiled a little nervously, but was reassured by Viggo’s much broader smile as he laced his fingers through Dominic’s and squeezed.
“Good. When do we leave?” Viggo asked.
“As soon as possible,” Elijah answered. “Tomorrow morning, if we can. There will be more brethren and sisters to help these people, but we need to get where they won’t find us, so that by the time they think to search, our trail is already cold.”
“Fine with me,” Viggo agreed. “Dominic, are you okay with this? Out of all of us, you’ve got the most to lose.”
Dominic frowned. “How do you figure that? I’ve only lived in Bethlehem for a few months; you and Sean have been there since the start of the community. You’re all I’ve got in Bethlehem, Viggo. If you go, I go.”
“Dominic, this could be dangerous. Living in the wild, or even on a settlement, isn’t the life you’re accustomed to.”
“I haven’t had a simple life, Viggo,” Dominic replied, his tone firm. “You think it was easy to live in Bavaria? Never to see my family again? All my life I’ve gone from teacher to teacher, trying to decide who was best to follow, who could help me find the path to God that my mother wanted for me. I’ve chosen you, against all I’ve been taught before you. I’ve accepted you as a mentor, and as a friend, because I saw something in you—someone kind and gentle, someone who respects nature, and someone who has a belief strong enough to allow for questioning and still come out on top—so don’t you dare say I’ve made the wrong choice.”
Dominic’s cheeks were pink with the exertion of his little speech, and for a moment there was silence in the hut, before Elijah broke into a wide grin.
“Well he just told you how it is!” he exclaimed gleefully, thumping Viggo on the back. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
After everyone finished catching up and took the communal evening meal, Sean and Elijah were shown to another guest hut, near Viggo and Dominic’s. It wasn’t long before they were both naked underneath the blankets, Elijah’s small hands coaxing Sean to his back.
“I want to be inside you,” Elijah murmured, licking the slightly salty taste of Sean’s skin just behind his ear.
Sean shuddered and gripped Elijah by the waist, pressing their arousals together. “I haven’t… not in a long time,” he admitted in a whisper. “Do we still have oil?”
“Of course,” Elijah replied, sitting up still astride Sean and leaning over to rummage through his leather bag, Sean moaning when the movement shifted the alignment of their erections. “I’ll be gentle,” Elijah promised, stroking a single finger down Sean’s cheek as he lay the phial down within easy reach.
As the finger traced down his jaw and almost slid away, Sean turned his head quickly and caught it in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he unexpectedly sucked on the single digit. “Oh, Jesus,” Elijah growled, watching Sean’s eyes, lit only by the thin rays of moonlight streaming through cracks in the hut but glittering nonetheless.
“How can you think of Jesus at a time like this?” Sean asked, jokingly, as he let Elijah’s finger slide away.
“What can I say? You bring me near to heaven,” Elijah replied with a cheeky grin, rolling his hips hard.
Sean groaned half in pleasure and half in disgust at the joke. “You’re incorrigible, lad.”
“I know,” Elijah agreed, still grinning. “Want to teach me a lesson, old man? I think I may have done wrong, Minister Bean. I’ve been having very naughty thoughts,” Elijah “confessed,” his lips forming an exaggerated pout as his voice took on a mockingly innocent tone.
“You dirty little scoundrel,” Sean growled, nipping at Elijah’s ear and then reaching for the phial, handing it to Elijah when he pulled the cork out. “Wasn’t there something about you making love to me? Prepare me.”
“I love it when you get all demanding,” Elijah joked, but he did as he told, sliding off of Sean’s thighs and kneeling between them instead, tilting Sean’s legs apart and back to get the best angle as he slicked his fingers with oil. Sean looked unusually vulnerable in this position, and Elijah quickly ceased his teasing, leaning forward instead to give his lover a soft, searching kiss as his warm fingers slowly breached the older man’s entrance.
“Oh God,” Sean gasped, tilting his hips up as he broke the kiss. “I had forgotten how strange this part feels.”
“Strange, but good, right?” Elijah whispered, his eyes almost nervous for a moment.
Sean smiled to reassure his young lover and reached up, brushing an errant strand of hair away from Elijah’s eyes. “Yes, good. Just a little deeper, lad, you’ll find what you’re looking for…. oh God! There!”
Elijah smiled as Sean’s back arched and bent his head, sucking and placing little love bites along Sean’s collarbone. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against Sean’s skin as he added another slick finger. “The most idealistic statues of Greece and Rome couldn’t compare to the way you look, like this, arching under me,” he continued, his lips now moving to Sean’s chest, his lips latching momentarily onto a nipple. “But I’d never let anyone sculpt you, Sean. You’re mine, you understand? This is ours.”
Sean gasped, trembling, as Elijah’s fingers curled and stroked at a steady rhythm, rubbing incessantly at the pleasure spot inside his body. “Yours, lad, yes… God, I need… I need to feel you, lad,” he admitted as Elijah’s lips moved to his abdomen, the tip of a pink tongue darting into his navel.
“Then feel me you shall,” Elijah promised with another grin up at Sean, his chin now resting on Sean’s hipbone with Sean’s erection pointing up almost comically next to his cheek. With one last twist of his fingers, Elijah knelt up and urged Sean’s legs back further, positioning himself at the best angle he could. “It still might hurt a little…”
“I can take it. Now, Elijah,” Sean insisted, and Elijah was powerless to say no to that, moving forwards in one hard, achingly slow push. He stopped about half the way in, letting Sean catch his breath, and leaned forwards to brush a kiss to Sean’s forehead.
“You’re doing wonderfully, love. Just relax,” Elijah encouraged. “Do you feel me? Feel how much I want you?”
Sean moaned and shifted his legs slightly, his heel resting between Elijah’s shoulder blades. “I feel so exposed, lad. But good. I want you deeper,” Sean insisted, and Elijah groaned as Sean’s hands cupped his arse, pushing him all the way in.
“Christ, Sean. I don’t know how long I can hold on,” Elijah admitted, sucking at a random spot on the curve of Sean’s shoulder. “You’re so tight, it’s like a vise gripping me…”
“Then move, boy. I can take it. I can take you,” Sean added, his eyes glinting dangerously, and Elijah moaned as he pulled halfway out, sinking back in again with a cry.
“Need you,” Elijah gasped, tugging up on Sean’s legs so that his own thighs served as a brace for the backs of Sean’s. “Need you to come with me, Sean, please,” he added, sliding one hand between their bodies to provide Sean some relief as the other braced his body weight to the right of Sean’s head.
“Just a little more lad…. oh… that’s it… Jesus!” Sean cried as he came, back arching, his pulsing cock pressing up into Elijah’s stomach and coating pale skin with his seed. Elijah moaned, seeing the dark desire in Sean’s eyes and feeling his muscles spasm around his cock, and gave in, biting Sean’s shoulder to stifle a cry.
They lay, sated, in each other’s arms for several minutes, before Elijah reached between them and wiped his hand across his own stomach, raising it to his mouth and licking experimentally before eagerly cleansing his hand of the rest of the fluid.
Sean groaned, half-jokingly covering his eyes against the sight as he stretched out on his back. “A man can only see an image such as that a few times in his life and live to tell the tale,” he mumbled, and Elijah just laughed, snuggling up next to his lover like an overgrown kitten.
“You know you love me,” he chided, nudging Sean’s cheek playfully with his nose.
Sean smiled and ruffled Elijah’s hair, pulling the young man firmly to his chest. “Aye. That I do.”
“I’m sorry if I was too harsh on you earlier.”
Viggo shook his head, his hand brushing over the curve of Dominic’s collarbone. They were naked, but for the moment were simply lying on the pallet together, talking in whispered tones. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were right, as well. I don’t know what your life was like, and I have no reason not to treat you as an equal, just because I’ve gone through some tough times.”
“But I’m young. And I’m not very experienced, and you have reason to worry about me. I… well I like that you worry about me,” Dominic admitted, blushing a bit as he smiled.
Viggo too smiled at this, and placed a soft kiss to Dominic’s breastbone. “I do. I care about you, Dominic, and it’s been a long time since I’ve cared for someone in this way.”
“You and Elijah never…” Dominic lowered his eyes, slightly embarrassed.
“No. I’ve told you before, Dominic. Nothing between us. Ever. Elijah needs a challenge, and I’m not much of one. Nor have I ever been attracted to him in quite the same way I am for you.”
“Do you find me attractive?” Dominic asked, his tone strikingly blunt. Viggo raised his eyebrow, but it was a serious question, and Dominic looked worried as he sat up, shrugging off the blanket, and leaned on one hand, his torso stretched and displayed for Viggo’s eyes. Viggo smiled.
“I find you breathtakingly beautiful, Dominic. It takes more self control than you could ever imagine not to simply make love to you, right now.”
“Then why don’t you?” Dominic asked, his voice husky, scooting closer to Viggo and swinging one leg over his hips to sit on Viggo’s thighs.
Viggo’s eyes widened as he gripped Dominic’s waist. “Are you serious?” His voice was tinged with hope, and more than a little desire.
“Yes.” Dominic leaned in, his lips just brushing Viggo’s before he detoured to the side, coming to Viggo’s ear. “Do you want me, Viggo? Do you want me to go on this journey with you and to be with you for the foreseeable future?”
Viggo nodded, shivering as Dominic bit his earlobe. “Yes…”
“Then show me that you want me as much as I want you. I want you as I dreamed, behind me as I kneel for you, entering me as I cry your name.”
“Jesus, Dominic,” Viggo gasped, sliding his hand up to Dominic’s lower back, the other cradling his shoulder as he laid Dominic gently to the pallet on his back. “You undo me, my beautiful boy.”
Dominic exhaled in a long sigh as Viggo knelt over him, leaning down to encircle a nipple with his teeth. He pulled lightly and Dominic groaned, then he wrapped a hand around Dominic’s cock until the boy gasped.
“I must prepare you,” Viggo warned as he knelt between Dominic’s thighs. “I wish I had something to ease the way, but I’m afraid I don’t want to leave you even for a moment to search for oil. I suspect you will enjoy this however, just spread your thighs a bit, please.”
Dominic furrowed his brow, unsure of what Viggo planned to do to him, but obeyed, letting his legs fall open in a somewhat vulnerable position as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Viggo smiled reassuringly at his lover, stroking his thighs, before his head lowered and his thumbs gently parted Dominic’s flesh.
“Oh!” Dominic cried as the warm, wet muscle of Viggo’s tongue stabbed at the entrance to his body. He resisted at first, his fists clenching, but Viggo lapped determinedly around the tight pucker, and eventually Dom’s muscles began to relax, his voice softening as Viggo licked his way inside. “Ohh… Viggo… oh Christ Almighty… don’t stop that, please…”
If Dominic could’ve seen Viggo’s face now, he would’ve registered the slight smirk in his features and the mirthful light in his eyes. As it was, he could see only the part of Viggo’s hair and the corresponding part of his own thighs, his erection bobbing lewdly against his stomach.
“Oh God, Viggo, bitte, bitte…” Dominic found himself unable to halt his own moans as he writhed in place, his hips pushing towards Viggo’s tongue as he succumbed to the foreign sensation. Though not inherently pleasurable in a primal fashion, it was extremely intimate, and the insistent moist pressure encouraged Dominic to relax and spread his legs even wider.
Dominic gasped loudly when a long finger slid in next to Viggo’s tongue, eased by the moisture as Viggo continued to lick around the place where Dominic’s muscle stretched at its opening. The tip of Viggo’s tongue flitted inside at intervals around the finger, continuing to loosen the stubborn muscles, and then Dominic cried out in surprise as Viggo’s finger curled suddenly, stimulating a response throughout his body.
“Again!” Dominic yelled, bearing down with his inner muscles unconsciously. Viggo’s finger slipped further down in reaction. Viggo laved a second finger with his tongue, twisting the first as Dom writhed and wriggled, and then pushed it steadily inside as he knelt up, grinning at Dominic. “Oh God,” Dominic moaned.
His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, trembling as he bucked unconsciously. Viggo knelt between his thighs, the other hand smoothing from knee to thigh to hip. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand coming to a rest on Dominic’s stomach. “Schöne Junge. Look how much you can take, Dominic. How well you take it for me.”
“More,” Dominic begged as Viggo curled both fingers at once and then spread them apart, scissoring his fingers inside the tight passage. “I can take more,” he insisted, and Viggo smiled.
“I can’t wait to find out,” he whispered, lips feathering across Dominic’s ear. “Roll onto your stomach,” Viggo urged, drawing his fingers carefully out of Dominic’s body.
Dominic obeyed orders eagerly, landing on his stomach with his elbows in front of his body. Viggo tugged up on his torso a bit, adjusting his position so that his knees were underneath him, and then helped him spread out with his fingers, lining up and exhaling long and slow.
“Last chance to change your mind,” Viggo whispered, dropping his head to Dominic’s spine as he breathed in the scent of the calm before the storm.
Dominic’s whole body tensed, then relaxed. He matched his breathing consciously to Viggo’s and arched his back, his eyelids falling shut, the memory of his dream thick and hazy on his mind.
“Do it,” Dominic begged in a hoarse whisper.
Viggo pushed.
Dominic cried out.
Viggo pushed harder.
Dominic relaxed.
Viggo slipped in.
Dominic moaned.
“Jesus,” Viggo breathed, reverent, his arm wrapped loosely around Dominic’s middle and his breath moist on Dominic’s back. Viggo’s cheek, sharp with stubble, rested on Dominic’s shoulder. Dominic forced himself to open his eyes and saw his own forearms, dusted with soft hair, the lines of the muscles tight as he braced himself.
“Just a moment,” Dominic requested, softly, his forehead falling to his arms. Viggo kissed the knob at the top of his spine, the sweaty fine hairs at the base of his neck, and the angle of his left shoulder blade.
“Breathe,” Viggo whispered, his hand sliding up flat-palmed to rest over Dominic’s heart. Dominic felt the warmth of the skin at the centre of Viggo’s palm pressing against his nipple, felt the jump of his pulse as if it were trying to leap into Viggo’s hand. He forced his focus inwards, on his own body, and breathed slowly in, out. Slowly, slowly, muscle and tissue gave way and his body was welcoming Viggo, enfolding the pleasant intrusion with tightness and heat, entreating him to continue.
Viggo listened carefully to the signs of Dominic’s body, and then on a hitch of Dominic’s breath, he pulled out, halfway, the slow tense drag causing Dominic to shiver. “Please,” Dominic whimpered, not knowing what he was asking for. Viggo pushed back in, a little faster this time, and their flesh met in a dull smack.
Dominic threw his head back, arched, and pushed up on his hands, nearly unseating Viggo. His head fell to the crook of Viggo’s shoulder as his hips shifted back and something inside settled, realigned. Dominic groaned, and cursed, and clutched at the blankets.
“God, yes, there,” Viggo panted, encouragingly, now reassured that Dominic was okay and eager to fill him. Viggo bore his weight on one hand, his other coming to squeeze Dominic’s shoulder and use it to thrust in small, precise strokes. Dominic moaned again, his own hips rocking in counterpoint to Viggo’s, and Viggo growled and kicked Dominic’s legs further apart with his knees.
Dominic was intently aware of the connections between their bodies—Viggo’s calves pressing between his own, the fronts of his thighs rubbing against the backs of Dominic’s, the sweat slick slide of skin between Viggo’s chest and Dominic’s back augmented by the coarse rasp of hair, the vise grip of Viggo’s hand on his shoulder, the way Dominic’s jaw occasionally brushed Viggo’s cheek when he tilted it back just so, and of course the sparking slightly moist friction between Viggo’s cock and his arse.
“Need… oh God… Viggo!” Dominic cried, only dully aware of the few clumsy strokes of Viggo’s fist around his cock before he was coming, a sharp punch to the senses like having the wind knocked out of his lungs, his arse contracting and expanding and fluttering around Viggo’s cock.
When Viggo came, it was strangely silent, the only evidence being the slight warm trickle Dominic could feel deep inside him, and a sharp intake of breath as Viggo stilled his movements. Dominic collapsed quickly to his elbows again, the sensation of Viggo pulling out much stranger than the entrance, and he frowned as Viggo dipped a cloth in a fresh water jug in the corner and gently swiped at Dominic’s sore muscles.
When Viggo lay down next to Dominic, however, he smiled. Dominic smiled, and sucked hard on the lower lip that Viggo had clearly bitten to stifle his scream, a trickle of metallic liquid coating his tongue and bringing him back down to earth again.
I love you, Dominic thought as Viggo’s arms slid around his waist and caught him in a grounding embrace. He smiled against Viggo’s lips, but did not say the words, for this was their blessing—he now had all the time in the world for words. Tonight was for moments.
In the morning, the four white men received a generous send off from the tribe. A large warm breakfast was prepared for them at dawn, and they were given food for their journey as well—flour for bread, a bit of smoked venison, and plenty of beans and corn, along with some salt and (thanks to Elijah’s sweet innocent smiles and fumbling with the tribe’s language) a small glass bottle of oil.
The travelers agreed to leave behind the Bethlehem horses, but the natives gave them four of their own, wild horses that they had tamed, as a loan until they found a settlement in which to live and could return them. Profuse thanks were given, and the party set out, Elijah gleefully trotting along at the front and Dominic carefully picking his way along the trail at the back.
They left the Alleghany quickly, and proceeded north and west. The country was mountainous, and travel was slow—the spent the night at the highest point and then headed down on the second day, picking through hill country and down into the flats.
The sun was just beginning to set when Dominic witnessed a sight that made him stop and draw in a breath. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. As they descended the last of the hills there was blue, as far as the eye could see, and though he knew there could be no ocean here, he was dumfounded.
“Lake Erie,” Viggo explained with a soft smile, bringing his horse to a walk beside Dominic’s. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
They made camp near the bank of this great expanse, and as Dominic reclined against Viggo’s chest, across the fire from his dearest friends and miles away from the place of his birth, the rush of the water soothed him.
Dominic had finally come home.
Translation Note: “Bitte” is the German word for please, and “Schöne Junge” means beautiful (or lovely, or pretty) boy.
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Beta:
saura_Pairing: VM/DM, SB/EW
Rating: NC-17 this part
Disclaimer: Clearly not true.
Summary: More sex and... other stuff. Also known as, our heroes reunite and ride off into the sunset.
A/N: Wow, I'm spacier than I thought! Apparently I never posted the final chapter of "Brethren," and so, since it's Thanksgiving and all, I thought hey, this makes for a fairly good "alternative Thanksgiving" statement, doesn't it? Sean, Elijah, Viggo, Dom... best "family of four" I can think of at least. Happy turkey (or in my case, autumn vegetable) day, everyone!
Previous Chapters
After several days of productive talks with some of the native leaders in their host settlement, Viggo felt that they were making a fair amount of headway into the community. The natives were fascinated by the clothes Viggo and Dominic wore, the languages they spoke (as they sometimes would switch into German by habit), and the stories they told of the Bethlehem settlement.
Although they were skeptical about the white men’s religion, they were curious, and Viggo had just arranged for a couple of men from the community to ride back with himself and Dominic to observe Bethlehem for themselves when there was a bit of a commotion to one side of the village’s borders.
“What’s going on?” Dominic asked, trying to stand on tiptoe and peer over people’s heads as they walked quickly towards the gathering of natives at the edge of the village.
“They’re saying more white men have come,” Viggo answered, frowning. “I’m afraid it might be Scots, but maybe I can convince them to go.”
Dominic frowned and held tight to Viggo’s shoulder as he pushed his way through the people gathered in a small cluster at the border. He wasn’t really in the mood for a confrontation with a group of Scotsmen, though Billy hadn’t seemed all that bad. When they were almost clear of the crowd, however, Viggo surged to the front, and Dominic was quite worried, wondering why Viggo had let go of him until he finally pushed his way past the last tall native.
“Elijah! And… Minster Bean?” Dominic looked between the two of them, quite confused, as Elijah ran forward and threw his arms around Dominic, and—somewhat surprisingly—smacked a big wet kiss on his cheek. “Elijah, aren’t you supposed to be banned from seeing me?” Dom asked under his breath as Viggo and Sean hugged, the blonde minister seeming much more relaxed than usual as he embraced his friend.
“Nah, don’t worry about that now!” Elijah insisted, cheerily. “I’ve got Sean all worked out,” he continued with a wink, and Dominic just stared, wide-eyed. Sean? Since when are those two on a first name basis?
“Dominic! Good to see you again, lad!” Dominic’s eyes remained frozen in their disbelieving stare as Sean came over and hugged him as well, the natives giving them a bit of room for their greetings. Over Sean’s shoulder, he could see Viggo hugging Elijah and whispering something into Elijah’s ear that made him laugh gleefully, his head tipping back in delight as he leaned into Viggo’s embrace. Dominic tried very hard not to be jealous.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll explain the situation and ask if we can go to the hut where Dominic and I have been staying to talk,” Viggo suggested, turning to the senior most tribe member present to do so. While he talked, Dominic eyed Elijah suspiciously.
“You’re glowing,” Dominic whispered, noticing Sean watching the two of them but not attempting to interfere. “And so is he.”
Elijah grinned, widely. “I knew you’d start to figure things out on your own, Dommie! I had faith in you,” he replied with a broad slap on Dominic’s back.
“What did you do, seduce him?” Dominic asked, disbelieving.
Elijah barked out a laugh. “Ha! You could say that, but it wouldn’t be entirely accurate.”
“But you’re…?”
“Intimate? Yeah. Scandalised?” Elijah asked, grinning at Dom before giving Sean a quick wink.
“Well, no…” Dominic responded, carefully. He wasn’t sure how much to admit about his relationship with Viggo before Viggo himself had a chance to participate in the discussion. After all, he knew Viggo was attracted to him, and they had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh for several nights now, but they had not yet made love, nor had they discussed exactly what their relationship with each other was. Fortunately, Dominic was saved from explaining when Viggo returned to the group, leading them towards their little hut.
“Have a seat,” Viggo offered when they were all four inside. “Sorry there’s not much other than the floor, but…” He trailed off as he and Dominic sat, instinctively, so close that they were touching thighs, and then quickly scooted away. Dominic’s eyes flickered to the bedrolls that they were sitting on—the bedrolls that had been pushed together so that the two men could warm each other in the night—and blushed deeply.
“Oh my God, Sean! You chastised me so much… and now look at them!” Elijah grinned as he gestured to Viggo and Dominic, both blushing now and looking more than a bit uncomfortable. “Don’t try to deny it, either of you. It smells like sex in here.”
Dominic’s eyes went wide at that statement, but Viggo just laughed. “So it does. Forgive my hospitality; if I’d known you were coming I’d have washed the bedding in the stream. But that brings me to the two of you,” he continued, arching an eyebrow. “I certainly didn’t expect to find you here, and together, nonetheless…”
Now it was Sean’s turn to blush, and Elijah just laughed. “He’s finally come to his senses, Vig,” Elijah explained. “And so we’ve come to the two of you for help, and a proposition. Though now I think you may be even more likely to take it…”
“What kind of a proposition?” Viggo asked, looking sceptical.
“I can’t stay in Bethlehem, Vig,” Sean answered. “You know that.”
Viggo frowned, but nodded, understanding Sean’s meaning.
“Elijah’s right, I… well I can’t pretend that I’m someone I’m not, anymore. But I’m afraid that means I can’t stay. They’ll never accept me as I am, and… well we’re hoping the two of you will join us, Viggo. We’re going to start a ministry, Elijah and I. We want to go further into the backcountry, where we won’t be looked for, and try to do good work among the natives. I know it’ll be harder the further we go, but I think it’s worth it, to have a chance to spread the word of God to those people… and not necessarily the same word they’re teaching in Bethlehem,” Sean admitted.
Viggo smiled, broadly, and to Dominic’s surprise crawled forward and gathered the bigger man into his arms. “I’m proud of you, Sean,” he whispered, and Sean grinned, holding Viggo tighter.
“So you’re with me?” Sean asked as Viggo pulled away.
“I’m with you. You know I am, Sean, you don’t even have to ask. Dominic, however…”
“I’m in,” Dominic interrupted in a tone that brokered no argument. “Where Viggo goes, I go.” He smiled a little nervously, but was reassured by Viggo’s much broader smile as he laced his fingers through Dominic’s and squeezed.
“Good. When do we leave?” Viggo asked.
“As soon as possible,” Elijah answered. “Tomorrow morning, if we can. There will be more brethren and sisters to help these people, but we need to get where they won’t find us, so that by the time they think to search, our trail is already cold.”
“Fine with me,” Viggo agreed. “Dominic, are you okay with this? Out of all of us, you’ve got the most to lose.”
Dominic frowned. “How do you figure that? I’ve only lived in Bethlehem for a few months; you and Sean have been there since the start of the community. You’re all I’ve got in Bethlehem, Viggo. If you go, I go.”
“Dominic, this could be dangerous. Living in the wild, or even on a settlement, isn’t the life you’re accustomed to.”
“I haven’t had a simple life, Viggo,” Dominic replied, his tone firm. “You think it was easy to live in Bavaria? Never to see my family again? All my life I’ve gone from teacher to teacher, trying to decide who was best to follow, who could help me find the path to God that my mother wanted for me. I’ve chosen you, against all I’ve been taught before you. I’ve accepted you as a mentor, and as a friend, because I saw something in you—someone kind and gentle, someone who respects nature, and someone who has a belief strong enough to allow for questioning and still come out on top—so don’t you dare say I’ve made the wrong choice.”
Dominic’s cheeks were pink with the exertion of his little speech, and for a moment there was silence in the hut, before Elijah broke into a wide grin.
“Well he just told you how it is!” he exclaimed gleefully, thumping Viggo on the back. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
After everyone finished catching up and took the communal evening meal, Sean and Elijah were shown to another guest hut, near Viggo and Dominic’s. It wasn’t long before they were both naked underneath the blankets, Elijah’s small hands coaxing Sean to his back.
“I want to be inside you,” Elijah murmured, licking the slightly salty taste of Sean’s skin just behind his ear.
Sean shuddered and gripped Elijah by the waist, pressing their arousals together. “I haven’t… not in a long time,” he admitted in a whisper. “Do we still have oil?”
“Of course,” Elijah replied, sitting up still astride Sean and leaning over to rummage through his leather bag, Sean moaning when the movement shifted the alignment of their erections. “I’ll be gentle,” Elijah promised, stroking a single finger down Sean’s cheek as he lay the phial down within easy reach.
As the finger traced down his jaw and almost slid away, Sean turned his head quickly and caught it in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he unexpectedly sucked on the single digit. “Oh, Jesus,” Elijah growled, watching Sean’s eyes, lit only by the thin rays of moonlight streaming through cracks in the hut but glittering nonetheless.
“How can you think of Jesus at a time like this?” Sean asked, jokingly, as he let Elijah’s finger slide away.
“What can I say? You bring me near to heaven,” Elijah replied with a cheeky grin, rolling his hips hard.
Sean groaned half in pleasure and half in disgust at the joke. “You’re incorrigible, lad.”
“I know,” Elijah agreed, still grinning. “Want to teach me a lesson, old man? I think I may have done wrong, Minister Bean. I’ve been having very naughty thoughts,” Elijah “confessed,” his lips forming an exaggerated pout as his voice took on a mockingly innocent tone.
“You dirty little scoundrel,” Sean growled, nipping at Elijah’s ear and then reaching for the phial, handing it to Elijah when he pulled the cork out. “Wasn’t there something about you making love to me? Prepare me.”
“I love it when you get all demanding,” Elijah joked, but he did as he told, sliding off of Sean’s thighs and kneeling between them instead, tilting Sean’s legs apart and back to get the best angle as he slicked his fingers with oil. Sean looked unusually vulnerable in this position, and Elijah quickly ceased his teasing, leaning forward instead to give his lover a soft, searching kiss as his warm fingers slowly breached the older man’s entrance.
“Oh God,” Sean gasped, tilting his hips up as he broke the kiss. “I had forgotten how strange this part feels.”
“Strange, but good, right?” Elijah whispered, his eyes almost nervous for a moment.
Sean smiled to reassure his young lover and reached up, brushing an errant strand of hair away from Elijah’s eyes. “Yes, good. Just a little deeper, lad, you’ll find what you’re looking for…. oh God! There!”
Elijah smiled as Sean’s back arched and bent his head, sucking and placing little love bites along Sean’s collarbone. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against Sean’s skin as he added another slick finger. “The most idealistic statues of Greece and Rome couldn’t compare to the way you look, like this, arching under me,” he continued, his lips now moving to Sean’s chest, his lips latching momentarily onto a nipple. “But I’d never let anyone sculpt you, Sean. You’re mine, you understand? This is ours.”
Sean gasped, trembling, as Elijah’s fingers curled and stroked at a steady rhythm, rubbing incessantly at the pleasure spot inside his body. “Yours, lad, yes… God, I need… I need to feel you, lad,” he admitted as Elijah’s lips moved to his abdomen, the tip of a pink tongue darting into his navel.
“Then feel me you shall,” Elijah promised with another grin up at Sean, his chin now resting on Sean’s hipbone with Sean’s erection pointing up almost comically next to his cheek. With one last twist of his fingers, Elijah knelt up and urged Sean’s legs back further, positioning himself at the best angle he could. “It still might hurt a little…”
“I can take it. Now, Elijah,” Sean insisted, and Elijah was powerless to say no to that, moving forwards in one hard, achingly slow push. He stopped about half the way in, letting Sean catch his breath, and leaned forwards to brush a kiss to Sean’s forehead.
“You’re doing wonderfully, love. Just relax,” Elijah encouraged. “Do you feel me? Feel how much I want you?”
Sean moaned and shifted his legs slightly, his heel resting between Elijah’s shoulder blades. “I feel so exposed, lad. But good. I want you deeper,” Sean insisted, and Elijah groaned as Sean’s hands cupped his arse, pushing him all the way in.
“Christ, Sean. I don’t know how long I can hold on,” Elijah admitted, sucking at a random spot on the curve of Sean’s shoulder. “You’re so tight, it’s like a vise gripping me…”
“Then move, boy. I can take it. I can take you,” Sean added, his eyes glinting dangerously, and Elijah moaned as he pulled halfway out, sinking back in again with a cry.
“Need you,” Elijah gasped, tugging up on Sean’s legs so that his own thighs served as a brace for the backs of Sean’s. “Need you to come with me, Sean, please,” he added, sliding one hand between their bodies to provide Sean some relief as the other braced his body weight to the right of Sean’s head.
“Just a little more lad…. oh… that’s it… Jesus!” Sean cried as he came, back arching, his pulsing cock pressing up into Elijah’s stomach and coating pale skin with his seed. Elijah moaned, seeing the dark desire in Sean’s eyes and feeling his muscles spasm around his cock, and gave in, biting Sean’s shoulder to stifle a cry.
They lay, sated, in each other’s arms for several minutes, before Elijah reached between them and wiped his hand across his own stomach, raising it to his mouth and licking experimentally before eagerly cleansing his hand of the rest of the fluid.
Sean groaned, half-jokingly covering his eyes against the sight as he stretched out on his back. “A man can only see an image such as that a few times in his life and live to tell the tale,” he mumbled, and Elijah just laughed, snuggling up next to his lover like an overgrown kitten.
“You know you love me,” he chided, nudging Sean’s cheek playfully with his nose.
Sean smiled and ruffled Elijah’s hair, pulling the young man firmly to his chest. “Aye. That I do.”
“I’m sorry if I was too harsh on you earlier.”
Viggo shook his head, his hand brushing over the curve of Dominic’s collarbone. They were naked, but for the moment were simply lying on the pallet together, talking in whispered tones. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were right, as well. I don’t know what your life was like, and I have no reason not to treat you as an equal, just because I’ve gone through some tough times.”
“But I’m young. And I’m not very experienced, and you have reason to worry about me. I… well I like that you worry about me,” Dominic admitted, blushing a bit as he smiled.
Viggo too smiled at this, and placed a soft kiss to Dominic’s breastbone. “I do. I care about you, Dominic, and it’s been a long time since I’ve cared for someone in this way.”
“You and Elijah never…” Dominic lowered his eyes, slightly embarrassed.
“No. I’ve told you before, Dominic. Nothing between us. Ever. Elijah needs a challenge, and I’m not much of one. Nor have I ever been attracted to him in quite the same way I am for you.”
“Do you find me attractive?” Dominic asked, his tone strikingly blunt. Viggo raised his eyebrow, but it was a serious question, and Dominic looked worried as he sat up, shrugging off the blanket, and leaned on one hand, his torso stretched and displayed for Viggo’s eyes. Viggo smiled.
“I find you breathtakingly beautiful, Dominic. It takes more self control than you could ever imagine not to simply make love to you, right now.”
“Then why don’t you?” Dominic asked, his voice husky, scooting closer to Viggo and swinging one leg over his hips to sit on Viggo’s thighs.
Viggo’s eyes widened as he gripped Dominic’s waist. “Are you serious?” His voice was tinged with hope, and more than a little desire.
“Yes.” Dominic leaned in, his lips just brushing Viggo’s before he detoured to the side, coming to Viggo’s ear. “Do you want me, Viggo? Do you want me to go on this journey with you and to be with you for the foreseeable future?”
Viggo nodded, shivering as Dominic bit his earlobe. “Yes…”
“Then show me that you want me as much as I want you. I want you as I dreamed, behind me as I kneel for you, entering me as I cry your name.”
“Jesus, Dominic,” Viggo gasped, sliding his hand up to Dominic’s lower back, the other cradling his shoulder as he laid Dominic gently to the pallet on his back. “You undo me, my beautiful boy.”
Dominic exhaled in a long sigh as Viggo knelt over him, leaning down to encircle a nipple with his teeth. He pulled lightly and Dominic groaned, then he wrapped a hand around Dominic’s cock until the boy gasped.
“I must prepare you,” Viggo warned as he knelt between Dominic’s thighs. “I wish I had something to ease the way, but I’m afraid I don’t want to leave you even for a moment to search for oil. I suspect you will enjoy this however, just spread your thighs a bit, please.”
Dominic furrowed his brow, unsure of what Viggo planned to do to him, but obeyed, letting his legs fall open in a somewhat vulnerable position as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Viggo smiled reassuringly at his lover, stroking his thighs, before his head lowered and his thumbs gently parted Dominic’s flesh.
“Oh!” Dominic cried as the warm, wet muscle of Viggo’s tongue stabbed at the entrance to his body. He resisted at first, his fists clenching, but Viggo lapped determinedly around the tight pucker, and eventually Dom’s muscles began to relax, his voice softening as Viggo licked his way inside. “Ohh… Viggo… oh Christ Almighty… don’t stop that, please…”
If Dominic could’ve seen Viggo’s face now, he would’ve registered the slight smirk in his features and the mirthful light in his eyes. As it was, he could see only the part of Viggo’s hair and the corresponding part of his own thighs, his erection bobbing lewdly against his stomach.
“Oh God, Viggo, bitte, bitte…” Dominic found himself unable to halt his own moans as he writhed in place, his hips pushing towards Viggo’s tongue as he succumbed to the foreign sensation. Though not inherently pleasurable in a primal fashion, it was extremely intimate, and the insistent moist pressure encouraged Dominic to relax and spread his legs even wider.
Dominic gasped loudly when a long finger slid in next to Viggo’s tongue, eased by the moisture as Viggo continued to lick around the place where Dominic’s muscle stretched at its opening. The tip of Viggo’s tongue flitted inside at intervals around the finger, continuing to loosen the stubborn muscles, and then Dominic cried out in surprise as Viggo’s finger curled suddenly, stimulating a response throughout his body.
“Again!” Dominic yelled, bearing down with his inner muscles unconsciously. Viggo’s finger slipped further down in reaction. Viggo laved a second finger with his tongue, twisting the first as Dom writhed and wriggled, and then pushed it steadily inside as he knelt up, grinning at Dominic. “Oh God,” Dominic moaned.
His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, trembling as he bucked unconsciously. Viggo knelt between his thighs, the other hand smoothing from knee to thigh to hip. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand coming to a rest on Dominic’s stomach. “Schöne Junge. Look how much you can take, Dominic. How well you take it for me.”
“More,” Dominic begged as Viggo curled both fingers at once and then spread them apart, scissoring his fingers inside the tight passage. “I can take more,” he insisted, and Viggo smiled.
“I can’t wait to find out,” he whispered, lips feathering across Dominic’s ear. “Roll onto your stomach,” Viggo urged, drawing his fingers carefully out of Dominic’s body.
Dominic obeyed orders eagerly, landing on his stomach with his elbows in front of his body. Viggo tugged up on his torso a bit, adjusting his position so that his knees were underneath him, and then helped him spread out with his fingers, lining up and exhaling long and slow.
“Last chance to change your mind,” Viggo whispered, dropping his head to Dominic’s spine as he breathed in the scent of the calm before the storm.
Dominic’s whole body tensed, then relaxed. He matched his breathing consciously to Viggo’s and arched his back, his eyelids falling shut, the memory of his dream thick and hazy on his mind.
“Do it,” Dominic begged in a hoarse whisper.
Viggo pushed.
Dominic cried out.
Viggo pushed harder.
Dominic relaxed.
Viggo slipped in.
Dominic moaned.
“Jesus,” Viggo breathed, reverent, his arm wrapped loosely around Dominic’s middle and his breath moist on Dominic’s back. Viggo’s cheek, sharp with stubble, rested on Dominic’s shoulder. Dominic forced himself to open his eyes and saw his own forearms, dusted with soft hair, the lines of the muscles tight as he braced himself.
“Just a moment,” Dominic requested, softly, his forehead falling to his arms. Viggo kissed the knob at the top of his spine, the sweaty fine hairs at the base of his neck, and the angle of his left shoulder blade.
“Breathe,” Viggo whispered, his hand sliding up flat-palmed to rest over Dominic’s heart. Dominic felt the warmth of the skin at the centre of Viggo’s palm pressing against his nipple, felt the jump of his pulse as if it were trying to leap into Viggo’s hand. He forced his focus inwards, on his own body, and breathed slowly in, out. Slowly, slowly, muscle and tissue gave way and his body was welcoming Viggo, enfolding the pleasant intrusion with tightness and heat, entreating him to continue.
Viggo listened carefully to the signs of Dominic’s body, and then on a hitch of Dominic’s breath, he pulled out, halfway, the slow tense drag causing Dominic to shiver. “Please,” Dominic whimpered, not knowing what he was asking for. Viggo pushed back in, a little faster this time, and their flesh met in a dull smack.
Dominic threw his head back, arched, and pushed up on his hands, nearly unseating Viggo. His head fell to the crook of Viggo’s shoulder as his hips shifted back and something inside settled, realigned. Dominic groaned, and cursed, and clutched at the blankets.
“God, yes, there,” Viggo panted, encouragingly, now reassured that Dominic was okay and eager to fill him. Viggo bore his weight on one hand, his other coming to squeeze Dominic’s shoulder and use it to thrust in small, precise strokes. Dominic moaned again, his own hips rocking in counterpoint to Viggo’s, and Viggo growled and kicked Dominic’s legs further apart with his knees.
Dominic was intently aware of the connections between their bodies—Viggo’s calves pressing between his own, the fronts of his thighs rubbing against the backs of Dominic’s, the sweat slick slide of skin between Viggo’s chest and Dominic’s back augmented by the coarse rasp of hair, the vise grip of Viggo’s hand on his shoulder, the way Dominic’s jaw occasionally brushed Viggo’s cheek when he tilted it back just so, and of course the sparking slightly moist friction between Viggo’s cock and his arse.
“Need… oh God… Viggo!” Dominic cried, only dully aware of the few clumsy strokes of Viggo’s fist around his cock before he was coming, a sharp punch to the senses like having the wind knocked out of his lungs, his arse contracting and expanding and fluttering around Viggo’s cock.
When Viggo came, it was strangely silent, the only evidence being the slight warm trickle Dominic could feel deep inside him, and a sharp intake of breath as Viggo stilled his movements. Dominic collapsed quickly to his elbows again, the sensation of Viggo pulling out much stranger than the entrance, and he frowned as Viggo dipped a cloth in a fresh water jug in the corner and gently swiped at Dominic’s sore muscles.
When Viggo lay down next to Dominic, however, he smiled. Dominic smiled, and sucked hard on the lower lip that Viggo had clearly bitten to stifle his scream, a trickle of metallic liquid coating his tongue and bringing him back down to earth again.
I love you, Dominic thought as Viggo’s arms slid around his waist and caught him in a grounding embrace. He smiled against Viggo’s lips, but did not say the words, for this was their blessing—he now had all the time in the world for words. Tonight was for moments.
In the morning, the four white men received a generous send off from the tribe. A large warm breakfast was prepared for them at dawn, and they were given food for their journey as well—flour for bread, a bit of smoked venison, and plenty of beans and corn, along with some salt and (thanks to Elijah’s sweet innocent smiles and fumbling with the tribe’s language) a small glass bottle of oil.
The travelers agreed to leave behind the Bethlehem horses, but the natives gave them four of their own, wild horses that they had tamed, as a loan until they found a settlement in which to live and could return them. Profuse thanks were given, and the party set out, Elijah gleefully trotting along at the front and Dominic carefully picking his way along the trail at the back.
They left the Alleghany quickly, and proceeded north and west. The country was mountainous, and travel was slow—the spent the night at the highest point and then headed down on the second day, picking through hill country and down into the flats.
The sun was just beginning to set when Dominic witnessed a sight that made him stop and draw in a breath. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. As they descended the last of the hills there was blue, as far as the eye could see, and though he knew there could be no ocean here, he was dumfounded.
“Lake Erie,” Viggo explained with a soft smile, bringing his horse to a walk beside Dominic’s. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
They made camp near the bank of this great expanse, and as Dominic reclined against Viggo’s chest, across the fire from his dearest friends and miles away from the place of his birth, the rush of the water soothed him.
Dominic had finally come home.
Translation Note: “Bitte” is the German word for please, and “Schöne Junge” means beautiful (or lovely, or pretty) boy.