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Title: Sexy Spiders
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Dom *really* likes his insects
Disclaimer: Although I've never met him, I am certain Dom does fantasise of cobweb bondage.
Summary: Just starting to get to know each other on-set, Dom and Elijah were both afraid.
Feedback: v. instructive
Dom loved insects. He confessed to Elijah that he found them sexy. They glitter in Morse code, Dom insisted. The flexing of their antenna made charming conversation. They told Dom their secrets and vice versa. Elijah was jealous at once, he wanted Dom to confide in him.
Elijah knew Dom owned a clan of daddy longlegs. When he is upset, he lets them out on his bed, they swarm over his face, Dom told Elijah that each brush of their many legs feel like a fluttery kiss. Elijah thought that Dom could do better if he wanted to be kissed.
When one of Dom's favourite creepy crawlies died, he had her dipped in plastic and made into a key ring. Dom hung her from his belt and when fidgeting during boring interviews, he caresses her polymer coffin habitually. Whilst Elijah always shivers when he thinks upon Dom's sinister love. Elijah hates it and has hot flushes when Dom spider walks his fingers up Elijah's arm, to demonstrate the strides of the tarantula.
One day in the make-up trailer, Dom hisses as his fingers pad over Elijah's neck, with a slow purposefulness, "If I were a spider, I'd like the warmth of your skin, I'd love to sleep in your hair."
Dom talks Elijah into going out into the paddocks after the shoot. Elijah wasn't sure if it was wise to go into dark bushes with a hooded-eyed man he'd just met a month ago. But he liked Dom, no matter how weird Dom was. It was going to be a long filming and Elijah was lonely and felt keenly that Dom was too, or he would not be so possessive of his insect friends.
Dom made Elijah put down their sleeping bags in the summer hay.
Elijah sat and watched, resigned to the bites and grass cuts, as Dom chased glow flies around the trees. Dom agitated moths beneath the weeping willows and dug for beetles in the earth till dusk darkened into night.
It was late and Dom lie in the grass, a praying mantis bowing in his palm. It nodded its head at Dom, waving its arms in sign language. Dom put his face up close till the antennas tickled his nostrils, Elijah watched, squirming in distaste as Dom cooed at it.
"She's just eaten her husband, that's why she's so fat. Isn't she sweet, Lij. She's going to have eggs." Dom put her in a glass jar and popped it into his backpack, saying tenderly. "Yes darling, I'm going to make you a nice nursing room in my terrarium."
Satisfied, Dom sat down close to Elijah and put his arm around his shoulders. "Listen to that, they are all singing."
"I don't like insects," Elijah said, putting his head down on his folded arms. "They really give me the heebee-jeebees. As do you, Dom."
"Why'd you come out with me then?" Dom teased Elijah. "Not worried I'll do things to you in the woods?"
"You're far too taken with your insects to take interest in me," Elijah said breathily, though the intensely interested look Dom was giving him made Elijah unsure.
"I dunno about that," Dom murmured, he inclined his head, his fringe falling into his eyes.
"List to that, the songs they sing, they are mating and eating each other, dying and spawning," said Dom, running his fingers down Elijah's spine. "So loudly and unabashed. I think it makes for a very romantic ambience."
"I'd rather not think about it," Elijah closed his eyes, feeling all the hair stand up on the back of his neck at Dom's touch.
"What are you thinking about then?" Dom leaned in, his breath damp on the side of Elijah's cheek.
"Aero-guard," Elijah confessed. "Cockroach sprays. Fly swatters. Insecticide."
Was Dom angry? Elijah peeped up at Dom's face and saw Dom's widely set eyes glitter. Dom's head nodded and Dom's lips were so close they tickled Elijah's neck.
"I'd rather think of you, struggling in a spider web," Dom said.
"You'll get a kick out of the Shealob scenes, I expect," Elijah said only to tremulously realise Dom was smiling.
"Oh yes," Dom's hands, his long fingers settled and clutched Elijah's shoulders, Dom brought Elijah close. "All I can think about all day is sinking my fangs in you."
"That's sick," But Elijah was not pulling out, Elijah's head rolled on Dom's chest. "I feel ill."
Dom bent forward and snailed his tongue over Elijah's ear, laving back and forth over his earlobe.
Elijah was instantly nauseous and stiff in his pants. Dom slipped his cool fingers inside Elijah's fly and palmed and stroked him.
Dom's touch was light and creeping, like sex with a spider and just as frightening. How little Elijah knew of his enigmatic co-star. And how Elijah ached for his dangerous eyes and his madcap ways.
Elijah let Dom settled him down on top of the sleeping bags, Elijah looked to watch through dreamy eyes a haze of white ants drift past the moon in the sky.
Dom splayed Elijah's legs and rubbed lubricant between his buttocks, Dom's teeth clenched and glowed white as he thrust in.
Dom put clammy hands over Elijah's torso, rubbed up and down from Elijah's nipples to flanks to abdomen and back up again.
Elijah curved his chest up and dug his shoulders into the ground. Elijah caved forward when Dom's ejaculate shot up in his bowels.
Dom's left a trail of lazy kisses across Elijah's ribcage, each one was moist and chill as if some sticky thing had oozed over Elijah's flesh.
Dom painted an ant on Elijah's tummy, in a pool of Elijah's cum.
"Insects are deeply sexy," Dom said.
Elijah blinked.
"Did I ever tell you your eyes remind me of frogs?" Dom said conversationally, studying the iridescent irises of Elijah's huge, round eyes. "Amphibians freak me totally. They have insects for lunch, you know. *You* scare me to the core."
They were in a dangerous situation, each of them knew. To be so instantly fascinated by one another and so afraid.
Would Dom out Elijah? Would Elijah break Dom's heart? Elijah sighed and smiled, he did not know Dom or himself well enough yet, he'd just turned eighteen and shared his first time in a New Zealand bog. But he suddenly felt brave enough to find out.
Dom wound his arms around his prey, clinched Elijah close to his breast. Elijah stuck his tongue to Dom's mouth and plastered his belly to Dominic's crotch. Elijah straddled Dom by the waist and they rolled off the bedding and into a thicket of grass.
And though they expected then to mate and eat each other. Years later they would find out, that it all turned out pretty well in the end.
Author: Eliyah eliyah@dombillijah.com
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Dom *really* likes his insects
Disclaimer: Although I've never met him, I am certain Dom does fantasise of cobweb bondage.
Summary: Just starting to get to know each other on-set, Dom and Elijah were both afraid.
Feedback: v. instructive
Dom loved insects. He confessed to Elijah that he found them sexy. They glitter in Morse code, Dom insisted. The flexing of their antenna made charming conversation. They told Dom their secrets and vice versa. Elijah was jealous at once, he wanted Dom to confide in him.
Elijah knew Dom owned a clan of daddy longlegs. When he is upset, he lets them out on his bed, they swarm over his face, Dom told Elijah that each brush of their many legs feel like a fluttery kiss. Elijah thought that Dom could do better if he wanted to be kissed.
When one of Dom's favourite creepy crawlies died, he had her dipped in plastic and made into a key ring. Dom hung her from his belt and when fidgeting during boring interviews, he caresses her polymer coffin habitually. Whilst Elijah always shivers when he thinks upon Dom's sinister love. Elijah hates it and has hot flushes when Dom spider walks his fingers up Elijah's arm, to demonstrate the strides of the tarantula.
One day in the make-up trailer, Dom hisses as his fingers pad over Elijah's neck, with a slow purposefulness, "If I were a spider, I'd like the warmth of your skin, I'd love to sleep in your hair."
Dom talks Elijah into going out into the paddocks after the shoot. Elijah wasn't sure if it was wise to go into dark bushes with a hooded-eyed man he'd just met a month ago. But he liked Dom, no matter how weird Dom was. It was going to be a long filming and Elijah was lonely and felt keenly that Dom was too, or he would not be so possessive of his insect friends.
Dom made Elijah put down their sleeping bags in the summer hay.
Elijah sat and watched, resigned to the bites and grass cuts, as Dom chased glow flies around the trees. Dom agitated moths beneath the weeping willows and dug for beetles in the earth till dusk darkened into night.
It was late and Dom lie in the grass, a praying mantis bowing in his palm. It nodded its head at Dom, waving its arms in sign language. Dom put his face up close till the antennas tickled his nostrils, Elijah watched, squirming in distaste as Dom cooed at it.
"She's just eaten her husband, that's why she's so fat. Isn't she sweet, Lij. She's going to have eggs." Dom put her in a glass jar and popped it into his backpack, saying tenderly. "Yes darling, I'm going to make you a nice nursing room in my terrarium."
Satisfied, Dom sat down close to Elijah and put his arm around his shoulders. "Listen to that, they are all singing."
"I don't like insects," Elijah said, putting his head down on his folded arms. "They really give me the heebee-jeebees. As do you, Dom."
"Why'd you come out with me then?" Dom teased Elijah. "Not worried I'll do things to you in the woods?"
"You're far too taken with your insects to take interest in me," Elijah said breathily, though the intensely interested look Dom was giving him made Elijah unsure.
"I dunno about that," Dom murmured, he inclined his head, his fringe falling into his eyes.
"List to that, the songs they sing, they are mating and eating each other, dying and spawning," said Dom, running his fingers down Elijah's spine. "So loudly and unabashed. I think it makes for a very romantic ambience."
"I'd rather not think about it," Elijah closed his eyes, feeling all the hair stand up on the back of his neck at Dom's touch.
"What are you thinking about then?" Dom leaned in, his breath damp on the side of Elijah's cheek.
"Aero-guard," Elijah confessed. "Cockroach sprays. Fly swatters. Insecticide."
Was Dom angry? Elijah peeped up at Dom's face and saw Dom's widely set eyes glitter. Dom's head nodded and Dom's lips were so close they tickled Elijah's neck.
"I'd rather think of you, struggling in a spider web," Dom said.
"You'll get a kick out of the Shealob scenes, I expect," Elijah said only to tremulously realise Dom was smiling.
"Oh yes," Dom's hands, his long fingers settled and clutched Elijah's shoulders, Dom brought Elijah close. "All I can think about all day is sinking my fangs in you."
"That's sick," But Elijah was not pulling out, Elijah's head rolled on Dom's chest. "I feel ill."
Dom bent forward and snailed his tongue over Elijah's ear, laving back and forth over his earlobe.
Elijah was instantly nauseous and stiff in his pants. Dom slipped his cool fingers inside Elijah's fly and palmed and stroked him.
Dom's touch was light and creeping, like sex with a spider and just as frightening. How little Elijah knew of his enigmatic co-star. And how Elijah ached for his dangerous eyes and his madcap ways.
Elijah let Dom settled him down on top of the sleeping bags, Elijah looked to watch through dreamy eyes a haze of white ants drift past the moon in the sky.
Dom splayed Elijah's legs and rubbed lubricant between his buttocks, Dom's teeth clenched and glowed white as he thrust in.
Dom put clammy hands over Elijah's torso, rubbed up and down from Elijah's nipples to flanks to abdomen and back up again.
Elijah curved his chest up and dug his shoulders into the ground. Elijah caved forward when Dom's ejaculate shot up in his bowels.
Dom's left a trail of lazy kisses across Elijah's ribcage, each one was moist and chill as if some sticky thing had oozed over Elijah's flesh.
Dom painted an ant on Elijah's tummy, in a pool of Elijah's cum.
"Insects are deeply sexy," Dom said.
Elijah blinked.
"Did I ever tell you your eyes remind me of frogs?" Dom said conversationally, studying the iridescent irises of Elijah's huge, round eyes. "Amphibians freak me totally. They have insects for lunch, you know. *You* scare me to the core."
They were in a dangerous situation, each of them knew. To be so instantly fascinated by one another and so afraid.
Would Dom out Elijah? Would Elijah break Dom's heart? Elijah sighed and smiled, he did not know Dom or himself well enough yet, he'd just turned eighteen and shared his first time in a New Zealand bog. But he suddenly felt brave enough to find out.
Dom wound his arms around his prey, clinched Elijah close to his breast. Elijah stuck his tongue to Dom's mouth and plastered his belly to Dominic's crotch. Elijah straddled Dom by the waist and they rolled off the bedding and into a thicket of grass.
And though they expected then to mate and eat each other. Years later they would find out, that it all turned out pretty well in the end.