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Being one with Nature, 32/35, Dom/Viggo, R
Title: Being one with Nature 32/35
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
His eyes roamed from pile to pile, finally picking up a large book and
flicking through, studying each page before moving on.
Dom looked up, startled at the words. Well, up, then down to broad
chest, then up again.
//The man is way too distracting!//
"It's just lovely in here Vig, some of these are exquisite, such
detail for sketches. And yes...I am enjoying myself. Very much."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Well, you take your time, I'm going to go put some tea on while you look,"
Viggo said, moving in to drop a light kiss on Dominic's lips. "Just call if
you need anything, I won't be gone long. Let you have some peace to look
about instead of me watching you."
Stepping back, he smiled, making a stop by the bathroom first to gather up
some of the wet towels and put down dry ones to finish soaking up the
water, depositing the wet ones into the washer.
_+_+_+_+_+
He hardly noticed the man go, it didn't feel like he was prying or
sneaking around in here. And not just because he had been given
permission, it just felt right kind of. Like he belonged there.
He became immersed in a notebook of sorts, sketches and studies with
scrawls and notes next to them. At first he perched gingerly on the
edge of the chaise-long then sat back further. He shivered and pulled
one of the long lengths of silken material that was slung over the
back of it around his shoulders, tucked his feet up to his side and
read.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo put on the tea, checked the messages on his machine, made notes of who
he needed to call back. He spent a bit of time downstairs, just letting Dom
do his own thing upstairs, mulling over the last few days of events himself.
When the kettle whistled, he poured it into the cup with the tea bag and
let it steep, running a hand through his long hair. He looked out the
window at the ocean, more time passing than he really had intended.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom felt his eyes falling shut, he shook his head, trying to keep
awake, but this room was so full of peace and calm. And it was what
Dom craved. What he needed in this island country too full of pubs
and clubs and hobbits partying grounds. It was why he'd sought out
Viggo, why he crashed into the camp, why he liked this room
especially.
His eyes closed again and stayed that way, a few minutes later the
notebook fell unheeded from his fingers to thud on the floor un
noticed. Dom was half sitting, half leaning back on the comfortable
chaise-lounge, legs tucked up by his side, and red silk wrapped
around his shoulders tucked under his toes. And he was sleeping like
a baby.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo wandered back upstairs at length, realising about an hour had passed.
He was rather surprised Dom hadn't come down looking for him by now, but he
quickly saw why. He smiled, watching Dominic where he sat for a moment,
before leaving again to get his camera out of the bag he had taken with him
on the camping trip. Loading a new roll of film, he stood in the doorway
and snapped a few picture of Dominic as he slept, from different angles.
Once he was done, he retrieved a blanket and gently laid it over the young
man's sleeping form before quietly slipping out.
Getting the film he had taken from the trip and the new roll he'd just
taken, he moved back downstairs. There was a small room downstairs, which
Viggo had assumed was meant to be a guest bedroom perhaps, that he had turned
into a dark room--had the windows blacked out with very heavy drapes and his
little area sat up. Moving inside and closing the door, turning out the
lights and on the low light red one, he began the process of developing what
he had taken. Dom had wanted to be shown how, and he still would--Viggo
always had film to develop.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom sat up and stretched, a huge yawn leaving his mouth. He looked
around puzzled at his surroundings for a few moments before he
realised where he was. //Viggo's studio...// He felt that a blanket
had been placed over him so Viggo must have come in... //So where is
he now?//
Dom stood up straight and wrapped the red silk around his middle,
leaving an end to trail across the floor behind him and hugged the
blanket around his shoulders and started to pad downstairs on naked
feet.
"Viggo?" he called out at the bottom of the stairs.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo was clipping up another of the prints when he heard Dom call out,
moving back to the chemicals where he was still developing.
"I'll be out in a moment," he called. "Put on some more tea will you?"
He couldn't open the door yet, not without ruining what he was doing.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Okay!" Dom called back chuckling to himself and stretching as he
walked into the kitchen, found the kettle and filled it, rooted
around in the cupboard till he found some biscuits.
He leant over the counter, munching and flicking through the week old
newspaper he had found whilst waiting for the kettle to boil.
_+_+_+_+_+
It was another 20 minutes before Viggo got to a stopping point, shutting off
the red light and slipping from the room, into the kitchen where Dom was
with the newspaper. He wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and
kissed his neck.
"Have a good nap?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom arched his spine up to have more contact with the warm body
behind him. "Uh-huh. Very restful, thanks for the blanket, nice and
snuggly."
He looked at the half empty packet and the drained pot of tea. "I
think you need to put the kettle on again Vig!"
_+_+_+_+_+
And so Viggo did, warming up some more water in the kettle, setting it on
the already warm burner. He moved back over to Dom, resting his chin on the
young man's shoulder, pressed to his back.
"You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you, so I went ahead and
did some developing, but I can still show you."
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom turned around so the small of his back was against the counter, his
feet tangled up in the red silk scarf and the blanket slipped from
one shoulder. "Thanks! I guess I'm still worn out from earlier," he
lifted his lips to Viggo's for a slow kiss.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo returned the kiss, pressing Dominic even more into the counter, one
hand holding the back of his neck, the other around the young man's
waist--drawing it out.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom leaned up into the kiss, everytime they kissed it felt better
than before, like they were getting to know each other, to know what
each one wanted better. And the counter dug into his back and Viggo
held him so tight around his waist, like he was something precious,
and held him so tight on his neck, like Viggo never wanted to let go.
And Dom wrapped his arms around Viggo, clutching at his shirt till
the kiss ended.
"Did you do the photos of me?" he asked almost shyly "Can I see?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Finally, Viggo broke the kiss and took a step back from Dominic so that he
wasn't pressing against him so, running fingers across his face, across his
lips, rubbing gently, simply watching--expression rather unreadable for the
moment, a half smile playing at his lips.
Then the kettle whistled and Viggo turned away to fix himself a cup of tea,
glancing back at Dominic again.
"Yes, some of them," Viggo responded. "And of course, if you'd like to see
them. They are of you, after all...."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I want to see how you saw me...what you saw..." He ducked his head
almost shyly. "Cos I liked watching you bathe..."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the view," Viggo teased, sipping his coffee.
"And I'd love to show you how I see you. Let's finish our tea, you might
want to put on some clothes--not that I don't love you wrapped up in silk
like that--and then we'll look at the photos and I'll show you how to
develop what's left if you like."
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom laughed and looked down at himself, the blanket had pretty much
fallen onto the floor and the counter leaving him standing there in
just a length of silk, wrapped around his middle, trailing off to the
floor, twisted in his ankles. "I quite like just this actually, feels
good against my skin...not as if it's cold in here or anything..." He
ended, stepping forward a pace or two, the material shifting across
the floor with him. "Don't you like me like this?" he smirked.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, I very much like you like that," Viggo responded, running his hands
down Dom's bare shoulders, eyes travelling up and down his young lover's
body. He leaned forward, brushing his lips gently across the young man's.
"I more than like you like that, it's sexy. But be that as it may, it might
be *safer* to wear clothes into the dark room--I'll get you all draped in
silk later and play with you."
Smirking, Viggo's lips trailed to Dom's neck, kissing and nipping lightly.
"Unless of course you want to wait for the developing and I can play with
you now....."
_+_+_+_+_+
Half of Dom's blood pooled into his cock, the other half ran up to
his cheeks, making them flush red. //How the hell does he expect me
to think of anything when he's doing...that...oh God...//
//Serves you right for egging him on, Dommie...if you do insist on
running around dressed like some bint out of a harem//
//Will you just shut up in my head please!//
He moaned and gripped onto Viggo's strong arms, felt tongue over his
neck, and lips and teeth....
"What...whatever you'd prefer..." he managed to gasp out, head
spinning gently.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo stepped back after a moment, somewhat reluctantly with one last nip,
shaking his head. He looked Dominic over once more, deciding they'd
definitely have to do *this* again, and then shook himself to clear his
head.
"No, if we end up in bed, or on the counter, or wherever, right now--we'll
not get out again."
Pulling Dominic towards the doorway, he swatted his arse playfully.
"Go put on something, and we'll get to it."
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Gypsy
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: R
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + kejazofi@wolfenet.com
Disclaimers: Not ours. Simple as that! The fact that we wish they were is beside the point!
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is not known by us.
His eyes roamed from pile to pile, finally picking up a large book and
flicking through, studying each page before moving on.
Dom looked up, startled at the words. Well, up, then down to broad
chest, then up again.
//The man is way too distracting!//
"It's just lovely in here Vig, some of these are exquisite, such
detail for sketches. And yes...I am enjoying myself. Very much."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Well, you take your time, I'm going to go put some tea on while you look,"
Viggo said, moving in to drop a light kiss on Dominic's lips. "Just call if
you need anything, I won't be gone long. Let you have some peace to look
about instead of me watching you."
Stepping back, he smiled, making a stop by the bathroom first to gather up
some of the wet towels and put down dry ones to finish soaking up the
water, depositing the wet ones into the washer.
_+_+_+_+_+
He hardly noticed the man go, it didn't feel like he was prying or
sneaking around in here. And not just because he had been given
permission, it just felt right kind of. Like he belonged there.
He became immersed in a notebook of sorts, sketches and studies with
scrawls and notes next to them. At first he perched gingerly on the
edge of the chaise-long then sat back further. He shivered and pulled
one of the long lengths of silken material that was slung over the
back of it around his shoulders, tucked his feet up to his side and
read.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo put on the tea, checked the messages on his machine, made notes of who
he needed to call back. He spent a bit of time downstairs, just letting Dom
do his own thing upstairs, mulling over the last few days of events himself.
When the kettle whistled, he poured it into the cup with the tea bag and
let it steep, running a hand through his long hair. He looked out the
window at the ocean, more time passing than he really had intended.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom felt his eyes falling shut, he shook his head, trying to keep
awake, but this room was so full of peace and calm. And it was what
Dom craved. What he needed in this island country too full of pubs
and clubs and hobbits partying grounds. It was why he'd sought out
Viggo, why he crashed into the camp, why he liked this room
especially.
His eyes closed again and stayed that way, a few minutes later the
notebook fell unheeded from his fingers to thud on the floor un
noticed. Dom was half sitting, half leaning back on the comfortable
chaise-lounge, legs tucked up by his side, and red silk wrapped
around his shoulders tucked under his toes. And he was sleeping like
a baby.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo wandered back upstairs at length, realising about an hour had passed.
He was rather surprised Dom hadn't come down looking for him by now, but he
quickly saw why. He smiled, watching Dominic where he sat for a moment,
before leaving again to get his camera out of the bag he had taken with him
on the camping trip. Loading a new roll of film, he stood in the doorway
and snapped a few picture of Dominic as he slept, from different angles.
Once he was done, he retrieved a blanket and gently laid it over the young
man's sleeping form before quietly slipping out.
Getting the film he had taken from the trip and the new roll he'd just
taken, he moved back downstairs. There was a small room downstairs, which
Viggo had assumed was meant to be a guest bedroom perhaps, that he had turned
into a dark room--had the windows blacked out with very heavy drapes and his
little area sat up. Moving inside and closing the door, turning out the
lights and on the low light red one, he began the process of developing what
he had taken. Dom had wanted to be shown how, and he still would--Viggo
always had film to develop.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom sat up and stretched, a huge yawn leaving his mouth. He looked
around puzzled at his surroundings for a few moments before he
realised where he was. //Viggo's studio...// He felt that a blanket
had been placed over him so Viggo must have come in... //So where is
he now?//
Dom stood up straight and wrapped the red silk around his middle,
leaving an end to trail across the floor behind him and hugged the
blanket around his shoulders and started to pad downstairs on naked
feet.
"Viggo?" he called out at the bottom of the stairs.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo was clipping up another of the prints when he heard Dom call out,
moving back to the chemicals where he was still developing.
"I'll be out in a moment," he called. "Put on some more tea will you?"
He couldn't open the door yet, not without ruining what he was doing.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Okay!" Dom called back chuckling to himself and stretching as he
walked into the kitchen, found the kettle and filled it, rooted
around in the cupboard till he found some biscuits.
He leant over the counter, munching and flicking through the week old
newspaper he had found whilst waiting for the kettle to boil.
_+_+_+_+_+
It was another 20 minutes before Viggo got to a stopping point, shutting off
the red light and slipping from the room, into the kitchen where Dom was
with the newspaper. He wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and
kissed his neck.
"Have a good nap?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom arched his spine up to have more contact with the warm body
behind him. "Uh-huh. Very restful, thanks for the blanket, nice and
snuggly."
He looked at the half empty packet and the drained pot of tea. "I
think you need to put the kettle on again Vig!"
_+_+_+_+_+
And so Viggo did, warming up some more water in the kettle, setting it on
the already warm burner. He moved back over to Dom, resting his chin on the
young man's shoulder, pressed to his back.
"You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you, so I went ahead and
did some developing, but I can still show you."
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom turned around so the small of his back was against the counter, his
feet tangled up in the red silk scarf and the blanket slipped from
one shoulder. "Thanks! I guess I'm still worn out from earlier," he
lifted his lips to Viggo's for a slow kiss.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo returned the kiss, pressing Dominic even more into the counter, one
hand holding the back of his neck, the other around the young man's
waist--drawing it out.
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom leaned up into the kiss, everytime they kissed it felt better
than before, like they were getting to know each other, to know what
each one wanted better. And the counter dug into his back and Viggo
held him so tight around his waist, like he was something precious,
and held him so tight on his neck, like Viggo never wanted to let go.
And Dom wrapped his arms around Viggo, clutching at his shirt till
the kiss ended.
"Did you do the photos of me?" he asked almost shyly "Can I see?"
_+_+_+_+_+
Finally, Viggo broke the kiss and took a step back from Dominic so that he
wasn't pressing against him so, running fingers across his face, across his
lips, rubbing gently, simply watching--expression rather unreadable for the
moment, a half smile playing at his lips.
Then the kettle whistled and Viggo turned away to fix himself a cup of tea,
glancing back at Dominic again.
"Yes, some of them," Viggo responded. "And of course, if you'd like to see
them. They are of you, after all...."
_+_+_+_+_+
"I want to see how you saw me...what you saw..." He ducked his head
almost shyly. "Cos I liked watching you bathe..."
_+_+_+_+_+
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the view," Viggo teased, sipping his coffee.
"And I'd love to show you how I see you. Let's finish our tea, you might
want to put on some clothes--not that I don't love you wrapped up in silk
like that--and then we'll look at the photos and I'll show you how to
develop what's left if you like."
_+_+_+_+_+
Dom laughed and looked down at himself, the blanket had pretty much
fallen onto the floor and the counter leaving him standing there in
just a length of silk, wrapped around his middle, trailing off to the
floor, twisted in his ankles. "I quite like just this actually, feels
good against my skin...not as if it's cold in here or anything..." He
ended, stepping forward a pace or two, the material shifting across
the floor with him. "Don't you like me like this?" he smirked.
_+_+_+_+_+
"Oh, I very much like you like that," Viggo responded, running his hands
down Dom's bare shoulders, eyes travelling up and down his young lover's
body. He leaned forward, brushing his lips gently across the young man's.
"I more than like you like that, it's sexy. But be that as it may, it might
be *safer* to wear clothes into the dark room--I'll get you all draped in
silk later and play with you."
Smirking, Viggo's lips trailed to Dom's neck, kissing and nipping lightly.
"Unless of course you want to wait for the developing and I can play with
you now....."
_+_+_+_+_+
Half of Dom's blood pooled into his cock, the other half ran up to
his cheeks, making them flush red. //How the hell does he expect me
to think of anything when he's doing...that...oh God...//
//Serves you right for egging him on, Dommie...if you do insist on
running around dressed like some bint out of a harem//
//Will you just shut up in my head please!//
He moaned and gripped onto Viggo's strong arms, felt tongue over his
neck, and lips and teeth....
"What...whatever you'd prefer..." he managed to gasp out, head
spinning gently.
_+_+_+_+_+
Viggo stepped back after a moment, somewhat reluctantly with one last nip,
shaking his head. He looked Dominic over once more, deciding they'd
definitely have to do *this* again, and then shook himself to clear his
head.
"No, if we end up in bed, or on the counter, or wherever, right now--we'll
not get out again."
Pulling Dominic towards the doorway, he swatted his arse playfully.
"Go put on something, and we'll get to it."
tbc…