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FIC: Oink DM/EW 1/1
A much needed break from the angst...
Title: Oink
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mind games, swearing
Disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened
Summary: Dom discovers Elijah’s new…unmentionables.
Authors Notes: This was inspired by a friend and his new boxers. Instant plot bunny attack!
Dominic stared, slack jawed at Elijah.
What the bloody hell? he said, after he had regained his senses.
What, you don’t like them? Elijah grinned.
Dominic began to sputter hopelessly.
”But…but…Lij, they’re…”
”They’re fun! I’m sick of the old boring colors. I wanted something fun!” he beamed happily, turning around and giving Dominic a view of every side.
Dominic couldn’t talk. A part of him wanted to yell and carry on about how ridiculous Elijah looked, and a part of him wanted to grab him and fuck him senseless on the floor.
”Well?” Elijah stopped, looking at Dom, his blue eyes shining with sudden nervousness. “What, you don’t like them?” Dom could see the lower lip begin to jut out, and he gripped the countertop. Elijah’s pouts could melt a polar ice cap, and Dom didn’t feel like having one directed at him right now.
”They’re…um…they’re sort of…” he stammered helplessly, trying to find a diplomatic way of telling Elijah how silly he looked, but not ruining his chances of getting a nice blow job out of the deal.
”They’re sort of what?” Elijah said, hands on hips, waiting for Dom to finish.
”They’re just not what I’m used to?” Dom inquired hopefully.
”That’s the point, moron.” Elijah said, beginning to get a little annoyed at Dom’s inexcusable reaction to his brand new boxer shorts.
Elijah looked down at them and smiled. He’d seen them on the rack and something within him had hollered: buy them! They’re fun!
They were soft cotton, black with tiny little cartoon pigs, and a waistband that said ‘Oink if you love me’.
Dom still could not believe what he was seeing. Had his lover finally gone off the deep end?
He looked down at them once more. Yes, Elijah had finally lost his fragile little mind.
”Lij, they’re very cute but…” Dom trailed off, not knowing what to say so that he wouldn’t come off looking like a stuck up Brit. But they were awful. So tacky it hurt to even look at them.
”But what?” Elijah said, suddenly looking crestfallen. “You don’t like them do, you?”
Dominic squirmed. Suddenly all those years perfecting his dirty mind came rushing in to save him like a drowning man.
”I’d like them better if they were off you.” He grinned, licking his lips and eyeing Elijah.
But Elijah was not to be so easily put off.
”That wasn’t what I asked, Dom.”
Dom walked over and pulled on the waistband, pulling it back and letting it snap a little. Elijah jumped and let out a surprised gasp.
”I can learn to like them.” Dom whispered in his ear.
Elijah tried to ignore the stirring of his blood and the pounding in his ears. With Dom pressed so close to him like that, it was damn hard to focus and make Dominic explain *why* he didn’t like the boxers.
Elijah let out a sigh as Dom’s hand moved to stroke over his spine as his lips kissed Elijah’s neck. Elijah knew exactly what Dom’s game was. Distraction was one of Dom’s specialties. But this time, he was going to make Dom suffer. This time, he wasn’t going to give in so easily.
”So, I guess they do turn you on, don’t they? You gonna oink for me?” he whispered, sliding his hands down Dom’s chest, over the bulge in his jeans. He felt Dom shudder.
”Uh huh.” Dom said, not really stopping to think about what Elijah was saying, only agreeing to whatever Elijah wanted now, as long as he kept touching him with those fingers.
”So...I can wear them whenever I want?” Elijah kissed Dom’s neck, brushing his hand again, just a little more firmly over Dom’s erection, imprisoned in his jeans.
”Uh huh…oh god.” Dom breathed.
Elijah smiled to himself. He had just won the battle, and it wasn’t even challenging.
”Wait.” Dom said, pulling away and eyeing him. “What did you just say?”
Elijah blinked innocently at Dom and gave him his best shit eating grin.
”Well, you said you liked them, and you just told me I could wear them whenever I wanted.” Elijah stated, watching for Dom’s reaction.
”I said WHAT?” Dom’s jaw dropped open for the second time that day. “No, wait a second here…you distracted me.”
”I distracted *you*?” Elijah said indignantly.
”Yes, you distracted me.”
”So I take it you *don’t* like the boxers then?”
Dom began to chew his lip, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Elijah was enjoying immensely Dom’s discomfort with the way he had just lost the upper hand.
”I said I could get used to them. They were a bit of a shock, that’s all.” Dom said smoothly, reaching out and trailing his fingers up Elijah’ arm to his neck.
Elijah stood still, fighting like mad to keep himself from groaning and betraying what Dom’s touch was really doing to him.
”But you haven’t oinked yet.” Elijah stated.
Dom blinked at him.
”Excuse me?”
Elijah made a face and pointed to the waistband. Dom read it again, and looked back at Elijah’s expectant gaze.
”You’ve got to be joking, mate.”
Elijah wanted nothing more than to whoop with joy. He had Dom right where he wanted him; confused and aroused and totally taken off his guard.
”Nope. It says: Oink if you love me.” Elijah bit back a grin.
”Oink?” Dom said stupidly.
”Yes. Oink.”
”You want me to oink?” Dom yelped.
Elijah knew that this was the moment. This was where he would go in for the kill. He took a deep breath and stuck out his lower lip, his blue eyes widening, giving him the look of someone who has just watched their beloved puppy dog die.
”You don’t love me?” he whispered.
Dom stared helplessly at his lover. Not only had Elijah gone mad, but now Dom had managed to make him upset.
”Of course I love you! I just…I just didn’t…”
”I thought they were cute. I thought they were funny. Elijah said, his voice sounding smaller and smaller. “But it’s okay. You don’t have to oink. Really.” When he was finished, he was barely whispering.
A part of him knew he was playing dirty. A part of his mind said; Elijah, you sound like such a *girl*. But watching Dom squirm was far, far too much fun.
Dom broke. He was being such an arsehole. Were they really that bad? Elijah loved them, and he loved Elijah. Why was he being such a stubborn prick about a goddamn pair of boxers?
”Elijah…wait.” he said, reaching out and taking his hand.
Elijah looked up, his eyes filling with tears. Oh yes…actor’s training of crying on cue came in sooooo handy sometimes.
”Oh baby, I’m sorry. I love them, don’t cry.” Dom pulled him in and hugged him tight.
Elijah folded himself into Dom’s arms and grinned against his shoulder.
A mantra began in his mind. ‘I won I won I won I won!’
But suddenly it became too much to hold back. Before he could stop it, a tiny giggle escaped.
That was all it took.
Dom pulled away quickly, eyeing Elijah. The pout was gone, replaced by a triumphant, mile wide grin.
”I won.” Elijah said smugly.
”Oh you bugger!” Dom shrieked. Elijah laughed and jumped away just in time as Dom’s arm snaked out and made a grab for him. He turned and sprinted down the hallway, calling back over his shoulder.
”You are such a pushover Monaghan!”
He could hear Dom chasing him, and he started to wheeze and laugh as he ran, turning the corner of the living room and running towards the door to the back porch.
He misjudged the distance however, and he lost his balance. Dom grabbed him and they fell on the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Elijah squealed as Dom’s hands pinned his wrists down, pressing his body hard onto the carpet. He looked up at Dom, still grinning.
Dom was grinning too, but in a way that made Elijah’s gleeful mood dissipate in one heat flushed jolt.
”Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wood.”
Elijah heard himself moan.
”Is that a promise?”
”Promise.” Dom growled.
Elijah closed his eyes as Dom’s mouth covered his, incinerating the last of the game, claiming ownership of Elijah’s mouth with his tongue.
Dom pushed down, covering Elijah’s body with his, the urgency building in his groin until he was gasping with the waves of heat flowing through him. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of the boxers and pulled them down roughly and away, leaving Elijah’s pale skin exposed, naked on the floor, arching against Dom wantonly.
The boxers sailed across the room as Dom fumbled with his jeans. Elijah’s fingers wound in his hair as he whispered over and over…
”Now…need you now…need you now Dom…please, please, please!”
That was all Dom needed to hear. He impatiently yanked off his shirt and threw it in the corner, and began covering Elijah with kisses.
Elijah was writhing on the floor, his fingers tightening in Dom’s hair as Dom moved slowly, torturously, maddeningly slowly down his body until his mouth was poised to take Elijah’s cock in his mouth.
Dom looked up and locked eyes with his lover. Elijah never had to say a word…his eyes spoke volumes of *please*.
Dom smiled and wrapped his lips around the head of Elijah’s cock, loving Elijah’s choked cry of pleasure. He pursed his lips, flicking his tongue over the head and swallowing the precum that had collected there, and then, after a second or two of squeezing his tongue over the head, he sank his head down and took all of Elijah in.
Elijah screamed something incoherent as he drowned in the sensation. Dom was a master at this, knowing exactly when to move and when to squeeze, when to flick his tongue over that one spot right under the head. Elijah was moaning and twitching on the floor, his fingers loosening from Dom’s hair so he wouldn’t hurt him, and gripping the leg of the coffee table instead.
White knuckled, he lay panting on the floor, knowing he was Dom’s complete prisoner. He was at the mercy of Dominic. God how he loved this man.
Dom smiled and began to hum, letting the vibration press against Elijah’s cock.
Now Dom had Elijah right where he wanted him.
Aroused, desperate, and ready to come.
He reached up with his fingers and brushed them along Elijah’s entrance. Elijah screamed again and arched upwards. Dom heard a combination of his name, the word Fuck and something about his ass. He grinned and went in for the kill.
He squeezed his tongue and pulled in his cheeks, hollowing in and blowing out, and he rubbed his finger slowly, gently into Elijah.
Elijah lost all ability to think as his brain shorted out. He nearly broke the coffee table as he arched upwards, coming hard, fast and hot into Dom’s mouth.
When he regained thought, hearing and sight, he opened his eyes and looked down at Dom, who was lapping Elijah’s cock with his tongue, looking immensely pleased with himself.
Elijah lifted himself onto his elbows at looked at him.
”You won.” He conceded.
Dom grinned widely, his mouth curling into that lopsided smile that could melt a polar ice cap.
”I did?”
”You did.” Elijah smiled. “Come here.” He held out his hand and Dom crawled atop him. Elijah could feel the hard ridge of Dom’s cock bump against his thigh. He drew Dom into a deep kiss, wrapped his arms around him, and sighed happily.
”Lij?” Dom said softly, pushing his nose into Elijah’s neck and kissing him there.
”What do you need?” Elijah breathed, wanting to please Dom in the way he’d been pleased.
”I need you…bad. But, I want to tell you something.”
”What’s that?” Elijah said, lifting his leg and shifting so that Dom’s cock brushed against his pelvis. Dom gasped a little against the friction as Elijah’s leg pushed down against the back of his thigh, bringing him in closer. He pulled away from Elijah’s neck and looked down at him.
Elijah’s face was flushed with heat and post orgasm bliss had settled in.
”I just wanted to say…Oink.”
Elijah smiled and kissed Dom soundly.
”Oink you too.”
FIN
Title: Oink
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mind games, swearing
Disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened
Summary: Dom discovers Elijah’s new…unmentionables.
Authors Notes: This was inspired by a friend and his new boxers. Instant plot bunny attack!
Dominic stared, slack jawed at Elijah.
What the bloody hell? he said, after he had regained his senses.
What, you don’t like them? Elijah grinned.
Dominic began to sputter hopelessly.
”But…but…Lij, they’re…”
”They’re fun! I’m sick of the old boring colors. I wanted something fun!” he beamed happily, turning around and giving Dominic a view of every side.
Dominic couldn’t talk. A part of him wanted to yell and carry on about how ridiculous Elijah looked, and a part of him wanted to grab him and fuck him senseless on the floor.
”Well?” Elijah stopped, looking at Dom, his blue eyes shining with sudden nervousness. “What, you don’t like them?” Dom could see the lower lip begin to jut out, and he gripped the countertop. Elijah’s pouts could melt a polar ice cap, and Dom didn’t feel like having one directed at him right now.
”They’re…um…they’re sort of…” he stammered helplessly, trying to find a diplomatic way of telling Elijah how silly he looked, but not ruining his chances of getting a nice blow job out of the deal.
”They’re sort of what?” Elijah said, hands on hips, waiting for Dom to finish.
”They’re just not what I’m used to?” Dom inquired hopefully.
”That’s the point, moron.” Elijah said, beginning to get a little annoyed at Dom’s inexcusable reaction to his brand new boxer shorts.
Elijah looked down at them and smiled. He’d seen them on the rack and something within him had hollered: buy them! They’re fun!
They were soft cotton, black with tiny little cartoon pigs, and a waistband that said ‘Oink if you love me’.
Dom still could not believe what he was seeing. Had his lover finally gone off the deep end?
He looked down at them once more. Yes, Elijah had finally lost his fragile little mind.
”Lij, they’re very cute but…” Dom trailed off, not knowing what to say so that he wouldn’t come off looking like a stuck up Brit. But they were awful. So tacky it hurt to even look at them.
”But what?” Elijah said, suddenly looking crestfallen. “You don’t like them do, you?”
Dominic squirmed. Suddenly all those years perfecting his dirty mind came rushing in to save him like a drowning man.
”I’d like them better if they were off you.” He grinned, licking his lips and eyeing Elijah.
But Elijah was not to be so easily put off.
”That wasn’t what I asked, Dom.”
Dom walked over and pulled on the waistband, pulling it back and letting it snap a little. Elijah jumped and let out a surprised gasp.
”I can learn to like them.” Dom whispered in his ear.
Elijah tried to ignore the stirring of his blood and the pounding in his ears. With Dom pressed so close to him like that, it was damn hard to focus and make Dominic explain *why* he didn’t like the boxers.
Elijah let out a sigh as Dom’s hand moved to stroke over his spine as his lips kissed Elijah’s neck. Elijah knew exactly what Dom’s game was. Distraction was one of Dom’s specialties. But this time, he was going to make Dom suffer. This time, he wasn’t going to give in so easily.
”So, I guess they do turn you on, don’t they? You gonna oink for me?” he whispered, sliding his hands down Dom’s chest, over the bulge in his jeans. He felt Dom shudder.
”Uh huh.” Dom said, not really stopping to think about what Elijah was saying, only agreeing to whatever Elijah wanted now, as long as he kept touching him with those fingers.
”So...I can wear them whenever I want?” Elijah kissed Dom’s neck, brushing his hand again, just a little more firmly over Dom’s erection, imprisoned in his jeans.
”Uh huh…oh god.” Dom breathed.
Elijah smiled to himself. He had just won the battle, and it wasn’t even challenging.
”Wait.” Dom said, pulling away and eyeing him. “What did you just say?”
Elijah blinked innocently at Dom and gave him his best shit eating grin.
”Well, you said you liked them, and you just told me I could wear them whenever I wanted.” Elijah stated, watching for Dom’s reaction.
”I said WHAT?” Dom’s jaw dropped open for the second time that day. “No, wait a second here…you distracted me.”
”I distracted *you*?” Elijah said indignantly.
”Yes, you distracted me.”
”So I take it you *don’t* like the boxers then?”
Dom began to chew his lip, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Elijah was enjoying immensely Dom’s discomfort with the way he had just lost the upper hand.
”I said I could get used to them. They were a bit of a shock, that’s all.” Dom said smoothly, reaching out and trailing his fingers up Elijah’ arm to his neck.
Elijah stood still, fighting like mad to keep himself from groaning and betraying what Dom’s touch was really doing to him.
”But you haven’t oinked yet.” Elijah stated.
Dom blinked at him.
”Excuse me?”
Elijah made a face and pointed to the waistband. Dom read it again, and looked back at Elijah’s expectant gaze.
”You’ve got to be joking, mate.”
Elijah wanted nothing more than to whoop with joy. He had Dom right where he wanted him; confused and aroused and totally taken off his guard.
”Nope. It says: Oink if you love me.” Elijah bit back a grin.
”Oink?” Dom said stupidly.
”Yes. Oink.”
”You want me to oink?” Dom yelped.
Elijah knew that this was the moment. This was where he would go in for the kill. He took a deep breath and stuck out his lower lip, his blue eyes widening, giving him the look of someone who has just watched their beloved puppy dog die.
”You don’t love me?” he whispered.
Dom stared helplessly at his lover. Not only had Elijah gone mad, but now Dom had managed to make him upset.
”Of course I love you! I just…I just didn’t…”
”I thought they were cute. I thought they were funny. Elijah said, his voice sounding smaller and smaller. “But it’s okay. You don’t have to oink. Really.” When he was finished, he was barely whispering.
A part of him knew he was playing dirty. A part of his mind said; Elijah, you sound like such a *girl*. But watching Dom squirm was far, far too much fun.
Dom broke. He was being such an arsehole. Were they really that bad? Elijah loved them, and he loved Elijah. Why was he being such a stubborn prick about a goddamn pair of boxers?
”Elijah…wait.” he said, reaching out and taking his hand.
Elijah looked up, his eyes filling with tears. Oh yes…actor’s training of crying on cue came in sooooo handy sometimes.
”Oh baby, I’m sorry. I love them, don’t cry.” Dom pulled him in and hugged him tight.
Elijah folded himself into Dom’s arms and grinned against his shoulder.
A mantra began in his mind. ‘I won I won I won I won!’
But suddenly it became too much to hold back. Before he could stop it, a tiny giggle escaped.
That was all it took.
Dom pulled away quickly, eyeing Elijah. The pout was gone, replaced by a triumphant, mile wide grin.
”I won.” Elijah said smugly.
”Oh you bugger!” Dom shrieked. Elijah laughed and jumped away just in time as Dom’s arm snaked out and made a grab for him. He turned and sprinted down the hallway, calling back over his shoulder.
”You are such a pushover Monaghan!”
He could hear Dom chasing him, and he started to wheeze and laugh as he ran, turning the corner of the living room and running towards the door to the back porch.
He misjudged the distance however, and he lost his balance. Dom grabbed him and they fell on the floor in a pile of arms and legs. Elijah squealed as Dom’s hands pinned his wrists down, pressing his body hard onto the carpet. He looked up at Dom, still grinning.
Dom was grinning too, but in a way that made Elijah’s gleeful mood dissipate in one heat flushed jolt.
”Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wood.”
Elijah heard himself moan.
”Is that a promise?”
”Promise.” Dom growled.
Elijah closed his eyes as Dom’s mouth covered his, incinerating the last of the game, claiming ownership of Elijah’s mouth with his tongue.
Dom pushed down, covering Elijah’s body with his, the urgency building in his groin until he was gasping with the waves of heat flowing through him. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of the boxers and pulled them down roughly and away, leaving Elijah’s pale skin exposed, naked on the floor, arching against Dom wantonly.
The boxers sailed across the room as Dom fumbled with his jeans. Elijah’s fingers wound in his hair as he whispered over and over…
”Now…need you now…need you now Dom…please, please, please!”
That was all Dom needed to hear. He impatiently yanked off his shirt and threw it in the corner, and began covering Elijah with kisses.
Elijah was writhing on the floor, his fingers tightening in Dom’s hair as Dom moved slowly, torturously, maddeningly slowly down his body until his mouth was poised to take Elijah’s cock in his mouth.
Dom looked up and locked eyes with his lover. Elijah never had to say a word…his eyes spoke volumes of *please*.
Dom smiled and wrapped his lips around the head of Elijah’s cock, loving Elijah’s choked cry of pleasure. He pursed his lips, flicking his tongue over the head and swallowing the precum that had collected there, and then, after a second or two of squeezing his tongue over the head, he sank his head down and took all of Elijah in.
Elijah screamed something incoherent as he drowned in the sensation. Dom was a master at this, knowing exactly when to move and when to squeeze, when to flick his tongue over that one spot right under the head. Elijah was moaning and twitching on the floor, his fingers loosening from Dom’s hair so he wouldn’t hurt him, and gripping the leg of the coffee table instead.
White knuckled, he lay panting on the floor, knowing he was Dom’s complete prisoner. He was at the mercy of Dominic. God how he loved this man.
Dom smiled and began to hum, letting the vibration press against Elijah’s cock.
Now Dom had Elijah right where he wanted him.
Aroused, desperate, and ready to come.
He reached up with his fingers and brushed them along Elijah’s entrance. Elijah screamed again and arched upwards. Dom heard a combination of his name, the word Fuck and something about his ass. He grinned and went in for the kill.
He squeezed his tongue and pulled in his cheeks, hollowing in and blowing out, and he rubbed his finger slowly, gently into Elijah.
Elijah lost all ability to think as his brain shorted out. He nearly broke the coffee table as he arched upwards, coming hard, fast and hot into Dom’s mouth.
When he regained thought, hearing and sight, he opened his eyes and looked down at Dom, who was lapping Elijah’s cock with his tongue, looking immensely pleased with himself.
Elijah lifted himself onto his elbows at looked at him.
”You won.” He conceded.
Dom grinned widely, his mouth curling into that lopsided smile that could melt a polar ice cap.
”I did?”
”You did.” Elijah smiled. “Come here.” He held out his hand and Dom crawled atop him. Elijah could feel the hard ridge of Dom’s cock bump against his thigh. He drew Dom into a deep kiss, wrapped his arms around him, and sighed happily.
”Lij?” Dom said softly, pushing his nose into Elijah’s neck and kissing him there.
”What do you need?” Elijah breathed, wanting to please Dom in the way he’d been pleased.
”I need you…bad. But, I want to tell you something.”
”What’s that?” Elijah said, lifting his leg and shifting so that Dom’s cock brushed against his pelvis. Dom gasped a little against the friction as Elijah’s leg pushed down against the back of his thigh, bringing him in closer. He pulled away from Elijah’s neck and looked down at him.
Elijah’s face was flushed with heat and post orgasm bliss had settled in.
”I just wanted to say…Oink.”
Elijah smiled and kissed Dom soundly.
”Oink you too.”
FIN