Fic: Redress NC-17
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frahulettaesThis is for Mouse. Cause I promised and cause she did something very brave today.
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet Verse.
Vig/Lijah
Adult with a side of kink.
This is why Elijah couldn't sit down for a week in story two.
fra
2006
Elijah Wood wasn't scared of anyone. He was scrappy. He was tough. He was busted.
His ass clenched and tingled with adrenaline and his breath went from panting to flighty little gasps as he watched Viggo set up the room.
He watched Viggo turn the bed down and draw the drapes back, tying them with fat ropes of satin braid. He watched Viggo move pillows and lay out blackened leather restraints and lengths of cable and chain.
When Viggo threw back the heavy folds of black velvet curtain exposing an impressive wall of pain inducing implements, Elijah's courage began to shrivel and drip down his spine, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
He swallowed. Elijah Wood might be afraid, but he would never show that to Viggo. He had a reputation to maintain. He was tough. He was scrappy. He was toast.
He tried to edge himself backwards, away from the immense wooden chair where he'd been dumped and towards the heavily curtained doorway. His weight shifted slowly back, one hand, then another.
Viggo continued busying himself with preparations, his movements smooth and graceful.
"Elijah." Viggo said threateningly, his voice barely above a whispered growl. "Come here."
Elijah froze. Viggo looked over his shoulder, eyes shadowed behind a fall of his hair, and crooked his finger. Elijah shook his head, panic blossoming in the void left by his courage and began to scramble backwards, stumbling to his feet, fumbling towards the door, his hands flailing wildly for balance.
And even as he moved he knew he'd never make it, the thought floated across his mind as he skidded up and slammed into Viggo's chest. He never saw Viggo move.
"Elijah." Viggo's voice sounded like smoke and he wrapped one long fingered hand around Elijah's throat. "Don't run. It only makes it more exciting for me. And you don't want that," Viggo growled, lips close to one perfect ear, one hand on the small of Elijah's back. "Do you?"
"Fuck off, fucker…fucking animal..." Elijah panicked, pressing his hands against Viggo's chest and lifting his foot to kick a knee cap or stomp a toe. Viggo looked up, annoyed, hands still firmly in place, immune to the small injuries Elijah caused.
He sighed heavily and tightened his grip on Elijah's neck, released the slender lower back, and dragged Elijah, half bent, still kicking and swearing, toward the bed.
"You kiss your Mother with that mouth? Christ, it's about time someone taught you some manners, you little shit. I'm beginning to think Billy's right about you," Viggo spoke all the while he was attaching Elijah's struggling form to the bed.
Elijah was simply no match for Viggo's ancient strength and complete lack of fear. Viggo didn't give a shit what Elijah thought or felt which made what they were about to do much easier. For Viggo, that is. Elijah continue his unbroken string of expletives, punctuating them with a kick or a snap of small white teeth.
It took only a few moments for Viggo to truss Elijah to his satisfaction, buckling the final straps with a firm hand. There was only one piece left and Elijah fought hard as Viggo approached him with the ball gag.
Viggo caught the width of Elijah's jaw in his hard fingers and pinched forcing Elijah's mouth to fall open and allowing him to shove the ball into place. Elijah's cursing was brought down to a dull mumble and he glared angrily at Viggo as the strap behind his neck and ears was tightened.
Viggo's hand slid down and Elijah could feel the blunt fingertips placed over the painful points on his jaw where they'd rested before. Viggo held him, approaching slowly until they were eye to eye and then smiled so that his teeth showed. Elijah felt a jolt of abject terror, his adrenaline shooting through him in an anxious burst making his fingers tingle and his mouth taste of copper.
He was done for.
"Now, you little shit, it's time for a some redress." Viggo's teeth fascinated Elijah and he couldn't take his eyes off them as Viggo spoke. "You've been irresponsible, rude and insensitive, but mostly, you've been embarrassing. It's one thing to trick around town and fuck anything that moves. I don't mind that. It's your body, fuck it up all you want. But my family, my House, is something you may not toy with. Whatever you may do in the future, you will take great care…" He leveled his angry gaze at Elijah fiercely, "Great Care, Elijah…not to be arrested. Attention from the establishment is something I do not want and you came very close to drawing it not only to yourselves, but to me and my house. Do you understand?"
Elijah nodded, tension ratcheting up his belly into knots.
"Now, because you prize your freedom so highly, I've decided to take it away for a time." He made a show of adjusting Elijah's cuffs and the spreader bar between his knees as he spoke. "You'll stay here for two days. With me." He adjusted the cuffs on Elijah's upper arms and the wide band of leather around his naked chest. When he was done, he came back around and grabbed Elijah's chin. "You will have no say in what happens during this time. I will touch you, beat you, fuck you or feed from you as I wish. You are mine for forty eight hours. At the end, if I'm satisfied, I'll release you and Orlando can have you back." He came so close, Elijah was cross eyed looking at him. "And all will be forgotten. Nod if you understand me."
Elijah began to shake and nodded his head, beads of sweat collecting on his brow, dampening his hair.
"Very good." Viggo said, and stood up from the bed. On the bedside table were a two implements, a folded leather strap, laced into a gorgeous dragon headed handle, and a carved stone phallus, ridged and bulbous, glistening with oil.
Elijah started to struggle despite his promise. He had no problem with kink or sick fucking. What he had a problem with was having no say, no freedom to agree or disagree. Viggo was right, being denied his freedom was agony and he began to bitterly regret his cocky attitude and rash decisions.
Viggo took the phallus and held it up, the bulbous end over the tip of a candle, presumably warming it for its trip up Elijah's ass. Elijah would have been grateful if he wasn't in full on panic mode and he wriggled and cried out around the gag as the warmed blunt tip slid up and down between his butt cheeks.
Viggo teased him with the monstrous dildo for an agonizingly long time. First along the seam of his ass and then under his balls, pressing up into the sensitive perineum over his prostate, separating his balls and pressing on the base of his cock and then back to circle his hole.
Elijah was panting like a winded animal by the time Viggo breached him with the tip of the dildo and though he got fucked nearly every day, the sheer size of the phallus took his breath away and he screamed around the gag as the bumps passed into him, one nodule at a time. Viggo worked the dildo out and back in, each time with a nasty little twist right over his prostate that made Elijah shake and squirm.
And Elijah was hard, his cock an elegant, slender beacon of lust begging for release. Once Viggo seated the dildo all the way in, he let go of the base and dug around in his pocket for a small leather cock ring. Elijah groaned as the smallish ring was snapped around the base of his shaft and balls. Of course he wouldn't be coming anytime soon.
Elijah felt the bed wobble as Viggo rolled off and yelped when Viggo rocked the protruding end of the dildo on his way.
"Very good, Elijah. Very good. Now, let's take it up a notch, shall we?" Viggo's voice was gravelly and his words weren't out of his mouth before the length of strap snapped across the swell of Elijah's ass. The blow sent Elijah's hips forward, not far in the restraints, and he screamed, eyes squeezed closed, voice garbled by the gag.
Elijah's position on the bed, bent forward, upper arms cuffed to the bed above, knees set in the spreader, meant he was at the perfect angle for a thorough and scouring ass beating. Viggo worked the strap up over the rise of Elijah's white ass, not so far as his lower back and then back down, covering the fair skin with inch wide stripes of blazing pain and fire.
He spent an amount of time laying perfectly parallel lines along the crease between ass and thigh and the tops of his thighs. Elijah lost count of how many blows had come and concentrated solely on breathing through his nose and trying not to faint.
Eventually the blows stopped and Elijah could allow himself to hang limp in his restraints, the chains holding him up, and sob. He was sorry now. So very sorry and worse, he had no way to convey his apology and realized that his was exactly what Viggo wanted. He didn't care for the words that such a beating would surely produce. He cared only that Elijah receive the beating and what ever else that was in store, with humility and acceptance.
Elijah suddenly knew that this forty eight hours would most likely be the longest of his life.
~~~~~~
Viggo was not cruel. That is to say, he was considerate and allowed Elijah to pee and kept him hydrated during the long hours of the night. Towards early morning, the sky not yet paling, Viggo put his toys away, each in turn cleaned and polished, and closed the cupboard.
Elijah hung on the bed frame, hair a tangled mess of sweat, head low. He was red from ass to knees, the recipient of a number of Viggo's most painful devices. His nipples, now naked of their clips, were red and swollen, nearly the same color as his ass and thighs and his ass was empty, the enormous dildo cleaned and stored in it's ornately carved box.
He made quite a debauched picture and Viggo decided, on the spur of the moment that a picture might just be the thing. He moved quickly, camera and lights came out of closet and bag and within the span of the suns rising, he had a dozen moody shots of Elijah's beaten form, artfull and ready to download at dusk when he arose.
He quickly cleaned up and spent his last moments unbuckling Elijah, leaving the restraints hanging above his head as he was tucked into the huge soft bed. He spared the boy one moment of tenderness, a caress, moving wet hair off his brow, before he slipped out the back stair and down to the cellar to sleep.
~~~~~~
Elijah slept. He did not dream and he did not change position. For nearly twelve hours, he lay just as Viggo had laid him, sleeping so deeply that his breath barely stirred the covers.
~~~~~~
Barely had the sun set before Viggo returned to the room. He sat in the wing back chair by the window looking alternately at the sunset and the still form of Elijah sleeping. He had enjoyed their time. It was punishment for Elijah, he knew that, but something about the way Elijah received it made the giving that much more pleasurable.
Viggo wondered idly how far he could push Elijah. Without being able to free him, Viggo was limited to inflicting sensations on the boy, which left him with but few options. He thought about fisting but discarded it. The boy had nearly come from having the stone dildo in his ass, so a fist would be a pleasure, not a punishment.
He'd yet to fuck or feed from Elijah and he wanted to save those for the end, when they would have the most impact. Elijah seemed most upset by loss of freedom, by being bound and silenced. So and so.
Viggo rose and opened his closet. Inside, clumps of carefully rolled ropes in all colors hung from hooks in the walls. He selected several fifty foot lengths and closed the door. Tonight would be for immobility. Not pain.
He threw the covers back and began to tug Elijah's sleeping form onto his back. Elijah began to rouse and whispered a sleep roughened plea for water and freedom, one which Viggo granted, the other, he did not.
He started by folding one rope in half and looping it around Elijah's neck, the knot laying just below the hollow of his throat. He made a series of knots, at the chest, navel, and groin then passed the ropes one on each side of Elijah's cock and balls and between his legs.
With Viggo's help, Elijah managed to roll over to his belly and Viggo finished the diamond hitches up his back then tucked both Elijah's knees under his belly and knotted them apart, tied to the outside of the ropes on his chest. Elijah's wrists were tethered to his ankles and then up along this forearms where they met his calves until he was tied, ass up, immobile.
Viggo stood back and looked. Elijah looked beautiful. Defenseless, waiting and ready to be fucked. Or beaten. Or simply left to alone. He decided on the last one and settled in the wing chair again, Elijah's curved back and reddened ass his only point of focus.
Hours passed as he watched. At some point, Elijah had begun to cry, but it was soft and rather forelorn and Viggo decided that he liked the sound so he did nothing about it.
Deep in the night, Viggo rose, undressed and joined Elijah on the bed.
"How do you feel, little one?" Viggo stroked one hand over Elijah's reddened skin and spoke into the shell of his ear.
Elijah whispered, shaking, and wriggled in his bonds. "Aches, hurts. Please. Sorry."
Viggo stroked Elijah's back and ass as he retrieved the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He was quick, slicking his erection and wiping the residue in Elijah's ass, before he plunged down, opening Elijah brutally with his cock. It was sooner than he thought but he wanted Elijah now, wanted his ass and his blood and his small, crooning cries.
"God! Fuck. Please. Fuck, fuck, Viggo, fuck." Elijah rocked with each thrust.
"No more misbehaving, little one." Viggo slid his fingers into Elijah's hair and bent low over his back, thrusting as he spoke. "Understand me? Answer me, Now!"
"Yes! God, yes, I understand…" Elijah was babbling, nearly incoherent. "Please, Viggo."
"Mmmm, yes. Now." Viggo growled and set his teeth to Elijah's neck and cut him. The blood shot warm into his mouth, heightening his pleasure and he grabbed shakily at Elijah's hip to steady himself. Elijah wailed and bucked under him, ass clenching as he came helplessly, his sperm wetting his belly and the silk bedcovers.
Viggo moaned as his orgasm consumed him. So long since he'd last fed this way, with teeth from unwilling flesh. It was wild and exhilarating. It was almost always deadly.
With great difficulty, he eased his teeth out of Elijah's neck, even now the wound was closing, and lay his forehead on Elijah's back, breathing heavily.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Elijah was mumbling, hips still stuttering, milking the last of Viggo's come from his softening cock.
Viggo groaned and fell sidewards, his cock popping free with an undignified plop as he sprawled next to Elijah.
"Jesus fuck, Elijah." He murmured.
Elijah simply looked at Viggo and tried very hard to breathe.
~~~~~~~~
Elijah was good after that. S'blommie would have teased him but his time with Ian seemed to have dampened his joui de vivre. Elijah thought that was okay. All things considered.
A long time later, Elijah didn't know how long, really, Viggo put the photos up in his study. Elijah only found out by accident and he blushed like a virgin when he saw them.
Viggo thought that was pretty funny.
Elijah didn't.
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet Verse.
Vig/Lijah
Adult with a side of kink.
This is why Elijah couldn't sit down for a week in story two.
fra
2006
Elijah Wood wasn't scared of anyone. He was scrappy. He was tough. He was busted.
His ass clenched and tingled with adrenaline and his breath went from panting to flighty little gasps as he watched Viggo set up the room.
He watched Viggo turn the bed down and draw the drapes back, tying them with fat ropes of satin braid. He watched Viggo move pillows and lay out blackened leather restraints and lengths of cable and chain.
When Viggo threw back the heavy folds of black velvet curtain exposing an impressive wall of pain inducing implements, Elijah's courage began to shrivel and drip down his spine, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
He swallowed. Elijah Wood might be afraid, but he would never show that to Viggo. He had a reputation to maintain. He was tough. He was scrappy. He was toast.
He tried to edge himself backwards, away from the immense wooden chair where he'd been dumped and towards the heavily curtained doorway. His weight shifted slowly back, one hand, then another.
Viggo continued busying himself with preparations, his movements smooth and graceful.
"Elijah." Viggo said threateningly, his voice barely above a whispered growl. "Come here."
Elijah froze. Viggo looked over his shoulder, eyes shadowed behind a fall of his hair, and crooked his finger. Elijah shook his head, panic blossoming in the void left by his courage and began to scramble backwards, stumbling to his feet, fumbling towards the door, his hands flailing wildly for balance.
And even as he moved he knew he'd never make it, the thought floated across his mind as he skidded up and slammed into Viggo's chest. He never saw Viggo move.
"Elijah." Viggo's voice sounded like smoke and he wrapped one long fingered hand around Elijah's throat. "Don't run. It only makes it more exciting for me. And you don't want that," Viggo growled, lips close to one perfect ear, one hand on the small of Elijah's back. "Do you?"
"Fuck off, fucker…fucking animal..." Elijah panicked, pressing his hands against Viggo's chest and lifting his foot to kick a knee cap or stomp a toe. Viggo looked up, annoyed, hands still firmly in place, immune to the small injuries Elijah caused.
He sighed heavily and tightened his grip on Elijah's neck, released the slender lower back, and dragged Elijah, half bent, still kicking and swearing, toward the bed.
"You kiss your Mother with that mouth? Christ, it's about time someone taught you some manners, you little shit. I'm beginning to think Billy's right about you," Viggo spoke all the while he was attaching Elijah's struggling form to the bed.
Elijah was simply no match for Viggo's ancient strength and complete lack of fear. Viggo didn't give a shit what Elijah thought or felt which made what they were about to do much easier. For Viggo, that is. Elijah continue his unbroken string of expletives, punctuating them with a kick or a snap of small white teeth.
It took only a few moments for Viggo to truss Elijah to his satisfaction, buckling the final straps with a firm hand. There was only one piece left and Elijah fought hard as Viggo approached him with the ball gag.
Viggo caught the width of Elijah's jaw in his hard fingers and pinched forcing Elijah's mouth to fall open and allowing him to shove the ball into place. Elijah's cursing was brought down to a dull mumble and he glared angrily at Viggo as the strap behind his neck and ears was tightened.
Viggo's hand slid down and Elijah could feel the blunt fingertips placed over the painful points on his jaw where they'd rested before. Viggo held him, approaching slowly until they were eye to eye and then smiled so that his teeth showed. Elijah felt a jolt of abject terror, his adrenaline shooting through him in an anxious burst making his fingers tingle and his mouth taste of copper.
He was done for.
"Now, you little shit, it's time for a some redress." Viggo's teeth fascinated Elijah and he couldn't take his eyes off them as Viggo spoke. "You've been irresponsible, rude and insensitive, but mostly, you've been embarrassing. It's one thing to trick around town and fuck anything that moves. I don't mind that. It's your body, fuck it up all you want. But my family, my House, is something you may not toy with. Whatever you may do in the future, you will take great care…" He leveled his angry gaze at Elijah fiercely, "Great Care, Elijah…not to be arrested. Attention from the establishment is something I do not want and you came very close to drawing it not only to yourselves, but to me and my house. Do you understand?"
Elijah nodded, tension ratcheting up his belly into knots.
"Now, because you prize your freedom so highly, I've decided to take it away for a time." He made a show of adjusting Elijah's cuffs and the spreader bar between his knees as he spoke. "You'll stay here for two days. With me." He adjusted the cuffs on Elijah's upper arms and the wide band of leather around his naked chest. When he was done, he came back around and grabbed Elijah's chin. "You will have no say in what happens during this time. I will touch you, beat you, fuck you or feed from you as I wish. You are mine for forty eight hours. At the end, if I'm satisfied, I'll release you and Orlando can have you back." He came so close, Elijah was cross eyed looking at him. "And all will be forgotten. Nod if you understand me."
Elijah began to shake and nodded his head, beads of sweat collecting on his brow, dampening his hair.
"Very good." Viggo said, and stood up from the bed. On the bedside table were a two implements, a folded leather strap, laced into a gorgeous dragon headed handle, and a carved stone phallus, ridged and bulbous, glistening with oil.
Elijah started to struggle despite his promise. He had no problem with kink or sick fucking. What he had a problem with was having no say, no freedom to agree or disagree. Viggo was right, being denied his freedom was agony and he began to bitterly regret his cocky attitude and rash decisions.
Viggo took the phallus and held it up, the bulbous end over the tip of a candle, presumably warming it for its trip up Elijah's ass. Elijah would have been grateful if he wasn't in full on panic mode and he wriggled and cried out around the gag as the warmed blunt tip slid up and down between his butt cheeks.
Viggo teased him with the monstrous dildo for an agonizingly long time. First along the seam of his ass and then under his balls, pressing up into the sensitive perineum over his prostate, separating his balls and pressing on the base of his cock and then back to circle his hole.
Elijah was panting like a winded animal by the time Viggo breached him with the tip of the dildo and though he got fucked nearly every day, the sheer size of the phallus took his breath away and he screamed around the gag as the bumps passed into him, one nodule at a time. Viggo worked the dildo out and back in, each time with a nasty little twist right over his prostate that made Elijah shake and squirm.
And Elijah was hard, his cock an elegant, slender beacon of lust begging for release. Once Viggo seated the dildo all the way in, he let go of the base and dug around in his pocket for a small leather cock ring. Elijah groaned as the smallish ring was snapped around the base of his shaft and balls. Of course he wouldn't be coming anytime soon.
Elijah felt the bed wobble as Viggo rolled off and yelped when Viggo rocked the protruding end of the dildo on his way.
"Very good, Elijah. Very good. Now, let's take it up a notch, shall we?" Viggo's voice was gravelly and his words weren't out of his mouth before the length of strap snapped across the swell of Elijah's ass. The blow sent Elijah's hips forward, not far in the restraints, and he screamed, eyes squeezed closed, voice garbled by the gag.
Elijah's position on the bed, bent forward, upper arms cuffed to the bed above, knees set in the spreader, meant he was at the perfect angle for a thorough and scouring ass beating. Viggo worked the strap up over the rise of Elijah's white ass, not so far as his lower back and then back down, covering the fair skin with inch wide stripes of blazing pain and fire.
He spent an amount of time laying perfectly parallel lines along the crease between ass and thigh and the tops of his thighs. Elijah lost count of how many blows had come and concentrated solely on breathing through his nose and trying not to faint.
Eventually the blows stopped and Elijah could allow himself to hang limp in his restraints, the chains holding him up, and sob. He was sorry now. So very sorry and worse, he had no way to convey his apology and realized that his was exactly what Viggo wanted. He didn't care for the words that such a beating would surely produce. He cared only that Elijah receive the beating and what ever else that was in store, with humility and acceptance.
Elijah suddenly knew that this forty eight hours would most likely be the longest of his life.
~~~~~~
Viggo was not cruel. That is to say, he was considerate and allowed Elijah to pee and kept him hydrated during the long hours of the night. Towards early morning, the sky not yet paling, Viggo put his toys away, each in turn cleaned and polished, and closed the cupboard.
Elijah hung on the bed frame, hair a tangled mess of sweat, head low. He was red from ass to knees, the recipient of a number of Viggo's most painful devices. His nipples, now naked of their clips, were red and swollen, nearly the same color as his ass and thighs and his ass was empty, the enormous dildo cleaned and stored in it's ornately carved box.
He made quite a debauched picture and Viggo decided, on the spur of the moment that a picture might just be the thing. He moved quickly, camera and lights came out of closet and bag and within the span of the suns rising, he had a dozen moody shots of Elijah's beaten form, artfull and ready to download at dusk when he arose.
He quickly cleaned up and spent his last moments unbuckling Elijah, leaving the restraints hanging above his head as he was tucked into the huge soft bed. He spared the boy one moment of tenderness, a caress, moving wet hair off his brow, before he slipped out the back stair and down to the cellar to sleep.
~~~~~~
Elijah slept. He did not dream and he did not change position. For nearly twelve hours, he lay just as Viggo had laid him, sleeping so deeply that his breath barely stirred the covers.
~~~~~~
Barely had the sun set before Viggo returned to the room. He sat in the wing back chair by the window looking alternately at the sunset and the still form of Elijah sleeping. He had enjoyed their time. It was punishment for Elijah, he knew that, but something about the way Elijah received it made the giving that much more pleasurable.
Viggo wondered idly how far he could push Elijah. Without being able to free him, Viggo was limited to inflicting sensations on the boy, which left him with but few options. He thought about fisting but discarded it. The boy had nearly come from having the stone dildo in his ass, so a fist would be a pleasure, not a punishment.
He'd yet to fuck or feed from Elijah and he wanted to save those for the end, when they would have the most impact. Elijah seemed most upset by loss of freedom, by being bound and silenced. So and so.
Viggo rose and opened his closet. Inside, clumps of carefully rolled ropes in all colors hung from hooks in the walls. He selected several fifty foot lengths and closed the door. Tonight would be for immobility. Not pain.
He threw the covers back and began to tug Elijah's sleeping form onto his back. Elijah began to rouse and whispered a sleep roughened plea for water and freedom, one which Viggo granted, the other, he did not.
He started by folding one rope in half and looping it around Elijah's neck, the knot laying just below the hollow of his throat. He made a series of knots, at the chest, navel, and groin then passed the ropes one on each side of Elijah's cock and balls and between his legs.
With Viggo's help, Elijah managed to roll over to his belly and Viggo finished the diamond hitches up his back then tucked both Elijah's knees under his belly and knotted them apart, tied to the outside of the ropes on his chest. Elijah's wrists were tethered to his ankles and then up along this forearms where they met his calves until he was tied, ass up, immobile.
Viggo stood back and looked. Elijah looked beautiful. Defenseless, waiting and ready to be fucked. Or beaten. Or simply left to alone. He decided on the last one and settled in the wing chair again, Elijah's curved back and reddened ass his only point of focus.
Hours passed as he watched. At some point, Elijah had begun to cry, but it was soft and rather forelorn and Viggo decided that he liked the sound so he did nothing about it.
Deep in the night, Viggo rose, undressed and joined Elijah on the bed.
"How do you feel, little one?" Viggo stroked one hand over Elijah's reddened skin and spoke into the shell of his ear.
Elijah whispered, shaking, and wriggled in his bonds. "Aches, hurts. Please. Sorry."
Viggo stroked Elijah's back and ass as he retrieved the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He was quick, slicking his erection and wiping the residue in Elijah's ass, before he plunged down, opening Elijah brutally with his cock. It was sooner than he thought but he wanted Elijah now, wanted his ass and his blood and his small, crooning cries.
"God! Fuck. Please. Fuck, fuck, Viggo, fuck." Elijah rocked with each thrust.
"No more misbehaving, little one." Viggo slid his fingers into Elijah's hair and bent low over his back, thrusting as he spoke. "Understand me? Answer me, Now!"
"Yes! God, yes, I understand…" Elijah was babbling, nearly incoherent. "Please, Viggo."
"Mmmm, yes. Now." Viggo growled and set his teeth to Elijah's neck and cut him. The blood shot warm into his mouth, heightening his pleasure and he grabbed shakily at Elijah's hip to steady himself. Elijah wailed and bucked under him, ass clenching as he came helplessly, his sperm wetting his belly and the silk bedcovers.
Viggo moaned as his orgasm consumed him. So long since he'd last fed this way, with teeth from unwilling flesh. It was wild and exhilarating. It was almost always deadly.
With great difficulty, he eased his teeth out of Elijah's neck, even now the wound was closing, and lay his forehead on Elijah's back, breathing heavily.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Elijah was mumbling, hips still stuttering, milking the last of Viggo's come from his softening cock.
Viggo groaned and fell sidewards, his cock popping free with an undignified plop as he sprawled next to Elijah.
"Jesus fuck, Elijah." He murmured.
Elijah simply looked at Viggo and tried very hard to breathe.
~~~~~~~~
Elijah was good after that. S'blommie would have teased him but his time with Ian seemed to have dampened his joui de vivre. Elijah thought that was okay. All things considered.
A long time later, Elijah didn't know how long, really, Viggo put the photos up in his study. Elijah only found out by accident and he blushed like a virgin when he saw them.
Viggo thought that was pretty funny.
Elijah didn't.
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Date: 2006-06-06 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-06 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-07 02:57 am (UTC)You managed my three Vs: Vig/Lijah, Vampires, and Violence. Brilliant, love. Brilliant. Hope you don't mind that I went and friended your fic journal :-)
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Date: 2006-06-07 02:58 am (UTC);)
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Date: 2006-06-11 12:18 pm (UTC)I don't believe I have ever read anything quite this stirring,, V/E,, mmm,, and I thought grevious angel had them all covered.
Thanks,,,
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Date: 2006-06-11 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-06 06:54 am (UTC)Viggo looked over his shoulder, eyes shadowed behind a fall of his hair, and crooked his finger.
Oh, if that isn't a pretty, pretty image right there...
something about the way Elijah received it made the giving that much more pleasurable
Wow, this is really lovely language. Thanks for sharing it.
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Date: 2006-10-06 06:08 pm (UTC)Don't stop. ;)
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Date: 2006-11-18 10:25 pm (UTC)Bless you, girl. Keep up the good - or bad - work.
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Date: 2006-11-24 01:47 am (UTC);)
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Date: 2007-02-02 01:26 am (UTC)secret pleasure like whoahThank you. =)
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Date: 2007-02-06 05:02 am (UTC);)
thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.
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