Fic: Somewhat South of Normal
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frahulettaesStill firmly planted in the Porcelain and Bittersweet 'Verse.
This falls after The Wailing Wind by a few weeks. But before London Pastoral.
Pairings: Viggo/All, Dom, Elijah, Orlando
Warnings: I'm not sure. Blood. Dubious consent. Violence.
Notes: I had a hard time with this one. But they kept needling me so here it is.
fra
2006 Summer
When Dom had come to Viggo's house, as a cousin, the first thing he'd done was choose a room with an immense Victorian clawed tub and hot running water. Dom was a hedonist, a sensualist bar none and he loved nothing more than spending an hour soaking in a steaming and fragrant tub of water in a basin that fit his entire body laying down.
Viggo used to watch him bathing. Long before he'd chosen Dom as his attende, he would clamber down to Dom's balcony and sit on the railing, a hundred feet above the ground watching Dom lay in the water, his face suffused with the physical manifestation of joy.
Viggo marveled at the expression. Wanted it. Sometimes, Dom's eyes would open, hot jade under sooty lashes and they would watch each other. For nearly a fortnight they performed this slow seduction.
For Dom, there was no one else. He'd known the instant he'd opened the door to Viggo. Vamps came and went. A quiet stream of them passing through Viggo's house. Some stayed. Most left. Dom let them feed from him. Or not. Mostly, he lay back, winced as the knife cut and closed his eyes, dreaming of Viggo's teeth. Viggo's hands.
On night, another faceless and nameless Vamp chose Dom and fed from him in front of Viggo. Dom smiled. The Vamp thought he was making some sort of statement, feeding in front of the head of the house. Viggo was unmoved, reclined decadently in his chair, watching through slitted eyes as the tiny knife cut Dom's shoulder and the Vamp's hand slid down the front of Dom's pants.
Dom hissed at the double sensation, eyes on Viggo, cock aching for Viggo's touch.
When he felt the first words, Viggo's first words to him, "You are mine." form in his mind, he came with a shout.
"YES."
Viggo smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beauty of Dom's bathtub was it fit the both of them perfectly. Viggo, of course, didn't need to bathe, but he did it anyway. They would lay in the hot water in the earlier hours of the evening or watch the sunset through Dom's bathroom window and talk quietly. Sometimes, Viggo fucked Dom in the bath. Slowly and with great tenderness until Dom shook and shuddered, his trembling stirring the water around them.
"It's Orli, innit. He's why you're dark. I can feel it." Dom's hands wandered over Viggo, made softer by the warmth of the water and the fragrant oils.
Viggo watched him for a moment. Intently.
"How did you get so perceptive, Amante? Hmmm?" He lifted a lock of hair, wet and tangled, away from Dom's forehead and smiled wryly. "Yes." He cupped Dom's face and kissed him. "What should I do?"
Dom kissed Viggo. Kissed him soft and hard. On the lips. On the chin, a place he loved, on the cheek and neck. When he got to Viggo's ear he began to whisper, between soft and biting kisses and as he spoke, Viggo's eyes drooped closed and his face set grimly.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Elijah was beautiful. Viggo watched with hunger the expanse of Elijah's back bend and yaw with each of Orlando's slow upwards thrusts. The sight made him hungry. The remembered taste of Elijah's flesh arrowing through him.
He moved with blinding swiftness coming to rest behind Elijah, legs under Orlando's bent knees. Elijah gasped and arched back as Viggo's arm slid around his chest and Orlando startled, sitting up only to find Viggo's other hand around his neck.
They froze, panting and gasping, a tableau of power exchange and erotic tension. Orlando's hands came up and clasped Viggo's wrist though it did nothing to ease the hold on his neck and Elijah's head came to rest on Viggo's shoulder, his soft pink mouth open, eyes staring blindly at the carved stone ceiling.
"Elijah," Viggo rumbled into the boy's ear.
"Master…" Elijah whispered and gasped a sobbing breath.
"Who do you belong to, attende?" Sea blue eyes burned into midnight dark and Orlando drew his lips away from his teeth. "Who? Dammit, boy, answer." Viggo barked and he shook Elijah, tightening his arm, baring his own teeth.
"You, Master. You, I belong to you. You, Viggo." Elijah was gasping, his throat working frantically, Viggo's teeth just inches away from the long sloping muscle of his shoulder.
"Yes, little one. Me. You 'both'," and he tightened his grip on Orlando's throat. "belong to 'me'. Never…never…forget that."
"Elijah…" Orlando groaned, pain written on his face plainly.
"No, Orli…" Elijah gasped.
Viggo's hand slid down Elijah's chest, slid over his hip and between them, deep between their bodies, eyes still fixed on Orlando's face as he gripped the base of Orlando's cock, smearing lube and cum over his balls then wiping the residue on his own cock and fitting it to Orlando's ass.
Orlando's eyes widened with fear as he felt the blunt heavy tip press at his anus, frozen in Viggo's grip and unable, or unwilling to fight. Viggo breached Orlando's ass, stabbing with short angry thrusts and watched Orlando's face as the boy's mouth dropped open at the sensation.
Viggo pushed Orlando back, his hand freed from its task, pushed Elijah on top of him and he leaned down, fixed his eyes on Orlando over the rise of Elijah's shoulder as he fucked, bared his teeth and set them to Elijah's back.
Elijah howled. Wailed. Thrashed between the two fighting fucking Vamps. Orlando was gasping, grunting into each thrust, hands still clamped to Viggo's wrist, eyes burning. With anger. And other things.
Heartwrenching moments later, Viggo lifted his mouth, red and messy from Elijah's back. "Thank you, little one." He murmured and unceremoniously dragged him from between them and tossed him away.
"Orli!" he cried out and bounced over the edge of the bed and thumped onto the floor. In moments his fingers tipped over the edge but Viggo saw them and turned. "Stay. There." He growled, and Elijah shrank back, hugging his knees, his chest and neck stained with blood.
Now Viggo lay fully on Orlando, cock deep, hand still gripping the slender tanned throat, his mouth bloody, fangs exposed. Orlando hissed, drawing back his lips and snapping at Viggo with his straight white teeth and fangs.
"Bastard! Fucking bastard." Orlando wheezed out, tucked his feet up under his ass and heaved them off the bed. Viggo called out as they landed, rolling across the turkey carpet, arms and legs scrabbling and tangling. Orlando fought wildly but Viggo was stronger and heavier and Orlando ended up on his knees, face to the carpet, cursing wildly.
"You little cunt. You," Viggo speared Orlando with his cock and Orlando shouted. "are becoming a nuisance." He punctuated the words with wicked downward thrusts. "You will strive," he grunted, grinding and screwing down. "to become a functioning member of this family." Orlando cried out again, wincing. "Or you will find a new and distant place to live."
"Viggo…" Elijah had crept closer to them, sat down at the end of the bed, hand extended.
Viggo turned and growled at Elijah, full on snarling, teeth bared and brow grown ridged and prominent. "Elijah!" he hissed. And Elijah scrambled back in terror.
One long hand fisted the wild mane of Orlando's hair and Viggo pulled, lifting Orlando's face from the carpet. "You. Are. Mine." Viggo ground out. "Say it." He demanded. "Say. It. Orlando. Say it now, or you leave and Elijah stays. Say it." Viggo's lips were brushing Orlando's ear now, leaving streaks of Elijah's blood on his cheek. Orlando's fingers dug into the carpet and he growled his frustration, writhing.
"Get off me you fucker…"
"Say it." Viggo demanded.
"Fuck…"
"Say. It."
Orlando roared, full throated, and growled and snarled, his own face showing the angled ridges along each brow that marked him for what he was. But try as he might, Viggo was stronger, heavier, darker and Orlando's cry of submission was followed by a breathy gasp of a yes.
The breath and fight went out of Orlando then and he slumped to the carpet under Viggo. The hands in his hair turned soft and Viggo withdrew, his cock a wet and forgotten thing as he rolled Orlando to his side and dragged the sagging boy into his lap, caressing his face, his hair, his arm and shoulder.
"Orlando" he said and, "my beautiful boy" and "thank you."
Elijah watched.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Near dawn, Viggo stirred and opened his eyes. Elijah was curled in the hollow of his body and Orlando lay facing them, one hand tangled with Elijah's, one foot between Elijah's.
He was tired, pleasantly, and a mess of fluids, mostly come and blood.
"where are you, amante?" he murmured into Dom's mind.
"in the kitchen. Where else?" humor crackled through Dom's words.
Viggo smiled and went to find his attende.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You smell like a whore house, Viggo." Dom raised an eyebrow at him. "You alright? They still here?"
"Mmmm. Fine." He snagged Dom's tea and swallowed some. "Yeah," he said and slung an arm around his attende. "They're mine."
"Good."
This falls after The Wailing Wind by a few weeks. But before London Pastoral.
Pairings: Viggo/All, Dom, Elijah, Orlando
Warnings: I'm not sure. Blood. Dubious consent. Violence.
Notes: I had a hard time with this one. But they kept needling me so here it is.
fra
2006 Summer
When Dom had come to Viggo's house, as a cousin, the first thing he'd done was choose a room with an immense Victorian clawed tub and hot running water. Dom was a hedonist, a sensualist bar none and he loved nothing more than spending an hour soaking in a steaming and fragrant tub of water in a basin that fit his entire body laying down.
Viggo used to watch him bathing. Long before he'd chosen Dom as his attende, he would clamber down to Dom's balcony and sit on the railing, a hundred feet above the ground watching Dom lay in the water, his face suffused with the physical manifestation of joy.
Viggo marveled at the expression. Wanted it. Sometimes, Dom's eyes would open, hot jade under sooty lashes and they would watch each other. For nearly a fortnight they performed this slow seduction.
For Dom, there was no one else. He'd known the instant he'd opened the door to Viggo. Vamps came and went. A quiet stream of them passing through Viggo's house. Some stayed. Most left. Dom let them feed from him. Or not. Mostly, he lay back, winced as the knife cut and closed his eyes, dreaming of Viggo's teeth. Viggo's hands.
On night, another faceless and nameless Vamp chose Dom and fed from him in front of Viggo. Dom smiled. The Vamp thought he was making some sort of statement, feeding in front of the head of the house. Viggo was unmoved, reclined decadently in his chair, watching through slitted eyes as the tiny knife cut Dom's shoulder and the Vamp's hand slid down the front of Dom's pants.
Dom hissed at the double sensation, eyes on Viggo, cock aching for Viggo's touch.
When he felt the first words, Viggo's first words to him, "You are mine." form in his mind, he came with a shout.
"YES."
Viggo smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beauty of Dom's bathtub was it fit the both of them perfectly. Viggo, of course, didn't need to bathe, but he did it anyway. They would lay in the hot water in the earlier hours of the evening or watch the sunset through Dom's bathroom window and talk quietly. Sometimes, Viggo fucked Dom in the bath. Slowly and with great tenderness until Dom shook and shuddered, his trembling stirring the water around them.
"It's Orli, innit. He's why you're dark. I can feel it." Dom's hands wandered over Viggo, made softer by the warmth of the water and the fragrant oils.
Viggo watched him for a moment. Intently.
"How did you get so perceptive, Amante? Hmmm?" He lifted a lock of hair, wet and tangled, away from Dom's forehead and smiled wryly. "Yes." He cupped Dom's face and kissed him. "What should I do?"
Dom kissed Viggo. Kissed him soft and hard. On the lips. On the chin, a place he loved, on the cheek and neck. When he got to Viggo's ear he began to whisper, between soft and biting kisses and as he spoke, Viggo's eyes drooped closed and his face set grimly.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Elijah was beautiful. Viggo watched with hunger the expanse of Elijah's back bend and yaw with each of Orlando's slow upwards thrusts. The sight made him hungry. The remembered taste of Elijah's flesh arrowing through him.
He moved with blinding swiftness coming to rest behind Elijah, legs under Orlando's bent knees. Elijah gasped and arched back as Viggo's arm slid around his chest and Orlando startled, sitting up only to find Viggo's other hand around his neck.
They froze, panting and gasping, a tableau of power exchange and erotic tension. Orlando's hands came up and clasped Viggo's wrist though it did nothing to ease the hold on his neck and Elijah's head came to rest on Viggo's shoulder, his soft pink mouth open, eyes staring blindly at the carved stone ceiling.
"Elijah," Viggo rumbled into the boy's ear.
"Master…" Elijah whispered and gasped a sobbing breath.
"Who do you belong to, attende?" Sea blue eyes burned into midnight dark and Orlando drew his lips away from his teeth. "Who? Dammit, boy, answer." Viggo barked and he shook Elijah, tightening his arm, baring his own teeth.
"You, Master. You, I belong to you. You, Viggo." Elijah was gasping, his throat working frantically, Viggo's teeth just inches away from the long sloping muscle of his shoulder.
"Yes, little one. Me. You 'both'," and he tightened his grip on Orlando's throat. "belong to 'me'. Never…never…forget that."
"Elijah…" Orlando groaned, pain written on his face plainly.
"No, Orli…" Elijah gasped.
Viggo's hand slid down Elijah's chest, slid over his hip and between them, deep between their bodies, eyes still fixed on Orlando's face as he gripped the base of Orlando's cock, smearing lube and cum over his balls then wiping the residue on his own cock and fitting it to Orlando's ass.
Orlando's eyes widened with fear as he felt the blunt heavy tip press at his anus, frozen in Viggo's grip and unable, or unwilling to fight. Viggo breached Orlando's ass, stabbing with short angry thrusts and watched Orlando's face as the boy's mouth dropped open at the sensation.
Viggo pushed Orlando back, his hand freed from its task, pushed Elijah on top of him and he leaned down, fixed his eyes on Orlando over the rise of Elijah's shoulder as he fucked, bared his teeth and set them to Elijah's back.
Elijah howled. Wailed. Thrashed between the two fighting fucking Vamps. Orlando was gasping, grunting into each thrust, hands still clamped to Viggo's wrist, eyes burning. With anger. And other things.
Heartwrenching moments later, Viggo lifted his mouth, red and messy from Elijah's back. "Thank you, little one." He murmured and unceremoniously dragged him from between them and tossed him away.
"Orli!" he cried out and bounced over the edge of the bed and thumped onto the floor. In moments his fingers tipped over the edge but Viggo saw them and turned. "Stay. There." He growled, and Elijah shrank back, hugging his knees, his chest and neck stained with blood.
Now Viggo lay fully on Orlando, cock deep, hand still gripping the slender tanned throat, his mouth bloody, fangs exposed. Orlando hissed, drawing back his lips and snapping at Viggo with his straight white teeth and fangs.
"Bastard! Fucking bastard." Orlando wheezed out, tucked his feet up under his ass and heaved them off the bed. Viggo called out as they landed, rolling across the turkey carpet, arms and legs scrabbling and tangling. Orlando fought wildly but Viggo was stronger and heavier and Orlando ended up on his knees, face to the carpet, cursing wildly.
"You little cunt. You," Viggo speared Orlando with his cock and Orlando shouted. "are becoming a nuisance." He punctuated the words with wicked downward thrusts. "You will strive," he grunted, grinding and screwing down. "to become a functioning member of this family." Orlando cried out again, wincing. "Or you will find a new and distant place to live."
"Viggo…" Elijah had crept closer to them, sat down at the end of the bed, hand extended.
Viggo turned and growled at Elijah, full on snarling, teeth bared and brow grown ridged and prominent. "Elijah!" he hissed. And Elijah scrambled back in terror.
One long hand fisted the wild mane of Orlando's hair and Viggo pulled, lifting Orlando's face from the carpet. "You. Are. Mine." Viggo ground out. "Say it." He demanded. "Say. It. Orlando. Say it now, or you leave and Elijah stays. Say it." Viggo's lips were brushing Orlando's ear now, leaving streaks of Elijah's blood on his cheek. Orlando's fingers dug into the carpet and he growled his frustration, writhing.
"Get off me you fucker…"
"Say it." Viggo demanded.
"Fuck…"
"Say. It."
Orlando roared, full throated, and growled and snarled, his own face showing the angled ridges along each brow that marked him for what he was. But try as he might, Viggo was stronger, heavier, darker and Orlando's cry of submission was followed by a breathy gasp of a yes.
The breath and fight went out of Orlando then and he slumped to the carpet under Viggo. The hands in his hair turned soft and Viggo withdrew, his cock a wet and forgotten thing as he rolled Orlando to his side and dragged the sagging boy into his lap, caressing his face, his hair, his arm and shoulder.
"Orlando" he said and, "my beautiful boy" and "thank you."
Elijah watched.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Near dawn, Viggo stirred and opened his eyes. Elijah was curled in the hollow of his body and Orlando lay facing them, one hand tangled with Elijah's, one foot between Elijah's.
He was tired, pleasantly, and a mess of fluids, mostly come and blood.
"where are you, amante?" he murmured into Dom's mind.
"in the kitchen. Where else?" humor crackled through Dom's words.
Viggo smiled and went to find his attende.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You smell like a whore house, Viggo." Dom raised an eyebrow at him. "You alright? They still here?"
"Mmmm. Fine." He snagged Dom's tea and swallowed some. "Yeah," he said and slung an arm around his attende. "They're mine."
"Good."
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