REPOST
Originally posted in fellow_shippers on Dec. 21, 2003. Reposting for archival purposes only.
Title: So Like Candy
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just plain smut. With chocolate.
Disclaimer: So not true it kinda hurts.
Thanks to raynemaiden for the inspiration and crystal_blitz for the beta.
Note: Started writing this before the release of the Premiere magazine article with the now legendary "chocolate and porn" story. Kismet or coincidence? Nah. Chocolate and porn is a universal kind of sustenance, innit? Somehow though, I doubt this is what the real Elijah was asking for. Well, you know what they say about being careful what you wish for....
So Like Candy
Crinkle. Rrrrrrrpp. Crinkle.
Elijah unwrapped a small bar of dark chocolate and cradled it in his palm. He inspected it closely, held up so that one shining blue eye peered over it. Like a Disney giant.
For some reason, the combination/color scheme of deep brown and light blue made Dominic very happy-and also very squirmy.
"Err, what'cha doin' there, Lijah?" Dom asked, sing-songy.
Elijah flashed his giant eye on Dominic for a second, then returned to gazing at the chocolate in his hand. Despite his best efforts, the corners of his mouth broke free into a wide smile.
"Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishmun," he bellowed, attempting to deepen his voice into a booming bass, though it shot back up as he convulsed into high pitched giggles.
Dom rolled his eyes. "And I smell the breath of a piss drunk Yank."
"Pot, kettle, black," Elijah retorted, winking. "But, uhh, take out the 'yank' part. Annnd... replace it with 'wank...er.'"
Dom snatched a pillow aside of him on the bed and tossed it briskly at Elijah. It hit him in the midsection.
"Ummph!" Elijah jutted his lower lip and batted his lashes. "Wanker," he mock-pouted.
"Oh please!" Dom sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes again. "C'mere, c'mere," he said, patting the side of the bed.
Elijah squealed and sprang toward the edge of the bed, wiggling his backside into the comforter, inching up close to Dom's prostrate legs.
"Hola," Lij said, eyes wide, mouth wider.
"Guten tag," Dom responded. "Hiya," lazily drawing the backs of his fingers along Lij's thigh, knee to waist. "So," he tried again, "what's with the choc-o-la-tay, hmmm?" He walked his fingers playfully along Elijah's abdomen and popped two fingers inside the waistband of his boxers.
Elijah pushed himself further down the mattress, pulling his left knee up onto the bed, effectively separating Dom's hand from his waist. He faced Dom. He dropped his smile and blinked. Giant blue eyes under dark chocolate brows and fluffy peaks of moussed hair. Dom smacked his lips. He squirmed and his hand absently tugged once at the material at his crotch.
"Hmmm-mmm-mm-mm-mmmm," Elijah hummed lightly, a loose melody. He lowered his lids, focusing on the chocolate still cupped in his right hand. He lowered his head and raised his palm. Dominic watched as Elijah pressed his bottom lip to the edge of his palm, pushed his upper lip into a perfect arch and blew barely audible breaths into his hand. Like breathing into a steaming cup of hot cocoa, Dom thought. Elijah leaned in deeper, sucked in more air from his diaphragm and blew a harder stream of air. "Huhhhhh." Dom's hands twitched in his lap.
"Li-ighe." Dom meant it to sound like a reproach, but it came out soft and plaintive.
Elijah flicked his tongue toward the moist chocolate bar. He loosened his jaw, and positioned his open O-shaped mouth over the bar, over his entire palm, his eyes wide and pinned on Dom as he dipped into what could only be described as a hand-snog. "Mmmmmmmm!" he moaned exaggeratedly and sucked in the sides of his cheeks. He blew again, cheeks puffing, eyes still locked on Dom's.
Dom's legs opened reflexively and he shoved his clasped hands in between them. Elijah shook his head slowly at Dom. He reached out his left hand and grabbed Dom's wrist, pulling it toward him. With quick tugs, he unsnapped the leather band from Dom's wrist and tossed it onto the floor. He scooped three blunt fingers under the remaining bracelets and jerked them-rolling slightly-off Dom's arm entirely and sent them in the same direction as the band.
"You better not have damaged those, kid," Dom quietly growled, his voice thickening as Elijah ran his fingers over the tender underside of his wrist in soothing strokes.
Elijah laced his fingers through Dom's and pecked lightly above Dom's palm. His eyes lingered on the faint chocolate smear left from his lips as he retreated. He looked back up at Dom, and winked. "Get you a new one," he whispered.
Dom bit his lip, scrunching his face into a questioning scowl. Elijah scooted closer toward him, still circling his bared wrist. Dominic swallowed jaggedly as he watched his hand being pulled between Lij's legs.
Elijah brought his knees together and held Dom's hand there like a soft vice. He inspected his right palm, poking his left index finger quickly into the melting chocolate. He puckered his lips and thrust the finger into his mouth, sucking from tip to base and back again. Returning the finger to the chocolate, he dabbed again. His finger retracted, he moved toward Dom's pinioned wrist, brows knit in concentration. He cocked his head to one side, raised his finger in the air for a brief moment, then fell forward, dragging the chocolate coated finger over Dom's wrist.
Dom sighed deeply and fluttered his eyelids at the warm, wet, sticky slide of dark chocolate mixed with saliva. But he needed to watch this. He snapped his eyes back open, biting his lip to focus his thoughts. He wasn't sure which was more entertaining: the erotic painting of his new 'wristband,' or the way Lijah made such a show of creating this confectionery cuff: his tongue tip protruding from his sternly pressed mouth and his eyes zeroing in on the wrist in 'artistic' focus.
"Turn," Elijah said, and Dom was drawn out of his musings. "Mmm," he growled, and twisted his hand between Lijah's knees so the man could set to work on the other side of his wrist. Long, languorous strokes were brushed across his pale skin, saturating tiny hairs, spotting his hand and arm almost imperceptibly as the hairs ruffled and scattered the miniscule morsels of chocolate. Dom grinned broadly as he realized that Elijah was coloring between the lines: carefully smoothing the chocolate along the inside of Dom's tanlines, filling in the pale, unsunned skin.
Dom watched with glazed eyes as the chocolate cuff deepened in color: initially matching his lightly bronze fleshtone, then increasing shade and consistency as Elijah coated his wrist more and more with increasingly thicker, gooier glomps of sweetness. Dom licked his lips. Elijah licked his lips, without looking up. Strokes became slower and rougher on Dom's wrist as the chocolate hardened into uneven layers, cracking slightly with prolonged exposure to the air. Dom thought it looked like dark leather-cracked old leather, breaking softly open. He shut his eyes and savored the solidness between his legs, nearly painful. The chocolate cuff itched the delicate skin of his wrist. He curled and uncurled his feet like a kneading cat, and nudged the underside of Lij's raised thigh with one curved toe, dragging downward.
"Mmmmmm," Dom emitted a long, desperate crescendo of a groan. To hell with this artistic foreplay, he thought.
Lunging forward, he grabbed the skin at Elijah's sides and shoved his mouth into Elijah's pressed lips. He scraped his bottom teeth up Lij's chin, sucking hard. He pinched Lij's sides. All the while, Elijah squirmed and grunted protests, holding his right hand aloft in a loosely clenched fist.
"Okay. Okay!" Elijah shouted, finally pushing Dom off. He grabbed Dom's left wrist and examined it closely, turning it over rapidly. "Ah, okay. It's okay."
Dom shook his head at him. "What am I gonna do with you?" He dropped his lids half-mast and smiled slowly, Cheshire Cat style, cocking his head to the right. "Hmmm?"
Elijah giggled breathlessly. Looking down, then up again, he bit his lip and flashed a predatory gaze directly at Dom, chin lowered. "Question is, Dominic Monaghan,"-stressing each final syllable with clicking teeth-"what am I going to do with you?"
Dom's smile stretched toward his pronounced ears. He shifted himself backward against the headboard and stretched each arm along the wooden top. One finger trailed lazily down and up the simply carved bedpost, fingernail catching in the tiny grooves of woodgrain.
Elijah reached forward with his left hand and dug his fingers into the waistband of Dom's jeans, dragging down and cupping him fully. With his thumb, Elijah stroked the underside of the bulge. Dom's chest jerked forward and up. Lij leaned low and breathed deliberately onto Dom's crotch. Hot air settled onto Dom's already sweltering groin and he groaned, sweat beading his eyebrows and temples.
Heat dissipated and returned heavier as Elijah straddled Dom's legs with a slow swagger of his own hips. Dom could feel the heat coming off Elijah. Looking down, he saw the head of Lij's cock poking out from his boxers and swallowed hard. Elijah did not object when Dom pushed his hips lower so that their cocks rubbed lightly together.
Slowly and precisely, Elijah plucked up the edge of Dom's untucked t-shirt and lifted it, pushing his still clutched right hand under the fabric and upward.
"Issssshhh!" Dom hissed as Elijah roughly scratched one hard nipple.
Adeptly using his left hand, Elijah scraped the tee off Dominic's right arm, snagging tautly on angled elbow and star-splayed fingers. The crew neck caught on Dom's ears as it made its cumbersome way over his head. Dom noted Elijah's tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth again as he concentrated on sliding the t-shirt over the left arm without brushing or bumping the dark brown 'wristcuff.' Lij let loose a low, rippling cackle as he succeeded in removing the shirt, wadded it into a ball one-handedly, clutching the wad and hunching his shoulders in a possessive gesture. He tossed it onto the floor where it billowed then deflated over Dom's discarded bracelets. Elijah beamed triumphantly, eyes wide as lamplights.
Dom rested his head on one draped arm. "Precious," he mocked.
Elijah arched an eyebrow. "Fee. Fi. Fo," he said, pushing Dom's legs apart and settling one of his own knees between them with each articulated word. "Fum,"-he settled the other knee between Dom's. "I smell,"-he leaned over, biting his lip, looking up at Dom. He nudged his nose into the tip of Dom's crotch. "The blood... of...." He opened his mouth completely onto Dom and breathed. Hot moisture met hot moisture.
"Uhhhh." Dom's hips bucked.
Elijah smiled into the twitching damp denim. "Of an Englishmaaaan," he sang, resting his cheek for a moment, nuzzling.
Dom growled, and rolled his eyes. He looked back down just in time to see Elijah bite into the tough fly of his jeans, tugging at the buttonhole like a dog with a chew toy. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Good pup," he cooed.
Elijah stopped and shot his eyes up at Dominic, teeth still holding the pointed denim. "Mmmhh?"
Dom shook his head, laughter in his eyes. "Go on with ya," he thrusted his chin forward and pushed his right hand into Elijah's deep brown hair, gripping softly. "Be good to your master Englishman, my Yankee... Doodle... Dandy."
Elijah snorted. Swiftly, he yanked the button open and the zipper down in two sharp motions.
Dom crooked his head back against the wall, smiling widely. Cool air barely stung his naked skin as Elijah swallowed him in loose, heat-filled kisses. Jeans were pushed down further and further with one free hand, binding him at his lower thighs.
Lij dragged his teeth over Dom's balls, tongue following and pressing as he took the soft, swollen flesh into his mouth, his lips tickled and dampened. He nipped lightly at the head of Dom's cock, eliciting a rough moan.
"Oh, Lij... be good."
Elijah quickly took half Dom's length into his mouth and pulled back again, swiping his teeth along the way. Dom gasped. And gasped again. "Aren't I always, Dom?"-dramatically blinking lashes.
"Yeeaah," Dom breathed as Lij set to blowing him in long, smooth sucks. He held Elijah's head, near-white fingers twined with dark tufts of hair. A few spiky points tickled the already irritated flesh of his left wrist, brushing away small flecks of dry chocolate. "Mmmm." He gently took Elijah's right hand, still lightly fisted and holding the melted chocolate bar. No longer a rectangle. He slowly unfolded Lij's fingers and, with heavy lids, peered at the dense puddle of dark chocolate. Bending over and pulling slightly Elijahs arm, Dom began to sup at the sweet mess in Elijah's hand. "Mine, mine, mine," he whispered into the sticky, hot flesh. "Mine," he licked and swallowed.
Lij had picked up a rapid pace and Dom was sure he was close, so close he couldn't lap any more chocolate without gagging, when Lij stopped. Cold air replaced the burning heat of Elijah's friction, and Dom growled feebly. His left hand was shaking. He reflexively pushed down with his right, but Lij squirmed free, his eyes locked on Dom's.
Gingerly but steadily, Elijah inched his body up toward Dom, nearer and nearer. He slid his hips against Dom's, erections scraping, both wincing. He crawled his hands up Dom's chest as though they were separate animals, slithering his chest up toward them and leaned into Dom's face.
"Fuck me," he said, in a harsh whisper.
Dom's eyes fell to narrow slits and he grinned like a loon. "Mmmmm," was all he could respond.
Elijah pulled off of him and flopped onto his belly across the width of the bed. He looked over his shoulder and wriggled his backside tauntingly in the air.
"Bloody tease." Dom rolled his eyes. And licked his lips. Rolling toward the side, he pushed himself up from the headboard with a groan. Shuffling up toward Lij, he reached and tugged off Elijah's boxers with four rough one-handed strokes, flinging them behind him in the general direction of the floor. Shuffling closer, he nudged one knee between Elijah's legs, which were bouncing lightly on the crumpled quilt, then the other. "Stay still. Gotta stop feeding you so much sugar." He coaxed Elijah's legs open further and Elijah raised his ass in return, with an added bounce.
"Give me your hand," Dom said.
"Which one?"
"Right." And Elijah immediately flipped his right arm back and draped it along his side. Dom dug his fingers into Lij's relaxed palm and wiped up what remained of the melted dark chocolate.
Then Dom grabbed Elijah's hips with both hands and steadied him. Chocolate stained the cool white of Lij's right hipbone. Dom drew his fingers into the chocolate trail and brought them to his mouth, sucking and twirling. He grabbed his cock with his left hand and rubbed it along Lij's opening, smearing pre-come. Then he slid two glossy wet fingers into Elijah. Dom twisted his fingers around, curling them into slow scoops. He relished a few soft moans from Elijah then pulled out. His eye caught on the tiger claw scrape of chocolate on Elijah's hip and his fingers strayed absently over his own cock, chocolate staining him too.
Elijah sighed and thrust backward. "Come on, old man!"
"Fuck you."
"Perhaps you haven't gotten the memo. That's what I just-ahhhhh."
Dom entered Lij with a slow thrust and a stretched smile. He retracted to the tip and thrust shortly this time, grabbing Elijah's hip to pull him back into the movement. Elijah choked out Dom's name in pants and Dom's head fell back at the sensation of it all: color, sound and touch exploding richly in all directions. Warm, slick synaesthesia.
Dom wrapped his long fingers around Elijah's cock, fingertips playing the underside before grabbing hold, and mirrored their rhythm with swiftly increasing strokes. Neither could hold out much longer.
Dom could feel the release coming, and slumped over Elijah in anticipation, left palm pushing up along Elijah's rocking back, right stained hip to left dewy shoulder, remnants of dark chocolate mixing with sweat. He tugged Lij by the hair and pulled his head back. Elijah gasped. Dom's jaw fell open and he licked a languid stripe up Elijah's back, erasing the chocolate stripe. When he came, he fell onto Lij with a shuddering moan. Lij's cock was ground into the mattress, Dom's hand still around it. With a breathy shriek, Lij came: a mash of sweat and fingers and damp quilt beneath him.
With his hand still trapped under Elijah, Dominic rolled onto his back, onto the bed. Elijah lifted his hips and shimmied toward Dom, curling into his side as Dom raised his arm and brought it around Elijah's shoulder, squeezing. Lij buried his nose into Dom's chest, near the crook of his shoulder. He raised his head, sleepy-eyed, a mischievous grin sprouting across his face.
"Fee fi fo fum! I smell... I smell...."
"Yes, you definitely do."
"I smell the blood of a filthy little Englishman!" Elijah spat, then screwed up his face. "I think I do?" Sniffing, "Yeah, I do!"
"Oh," Dom said. "My," Dom continued. "God," Dom concluded.
"What? It's from Mickey's Christmas Carol!"
"Okay."
"Yeah, the Beanstalk giant guy plays the Ghost of Christmas Present."
"Right."
"And he's kinda slow and not so bright."
"Hence being slow."
"Yeah, and Ebenezer Scrooge is Scrooge McDuck."
"Does that make me Scrooge McDuck?"
"Scrooge McFuck." Elijah burst into a fit of breathy laughter. Dom rolled his eyes but grinned impishly.
"And you're the daft giant."
"Hey!"
"It's your metaphor!" Dom poked Elijah in his side.
Elijah pouted. He turned his head and burrowed his nose under Dom's chin. "Who knew the giant and the duck were getting it on behind the scenes?"
Dom snorted. "Or that they were into kink like chocolate bondage!"
"Hehee." Elijah twisted around and fingered Dom's wrist. "Bondage," he murmured. "If it bothers you, we can wash it off. Must be itchy now."
"Naw. No, no." Dom scoffed. "Leave it," he added, kissing Elijah on the forehead. "You give the best chocolates. No bloody Valentine's hearts from you." He held up his wrist to admire it. "You give the best other things as well."
"Ha!" Elijah jabbed him in the stomach, letting his finger collapse after the blow, swirling and dragging on Dom's lower abdomen. "You too."
Title: So Like Candy
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just plain smut. With chocolate.
Disclaimer: So not true it kinda hurts.
Thanks to raynemaiden for the inspiration and crystal_blitz for the beta.
Note: Started writing this before the release of the Premiere magazine article with the now legendary "chocolate and porn" story. Kismet or coincidence? Nah. Chocolate and porn is a universal kind of sustenance, innit? Somehow though, I doubt this is what the real Elijah was asking for. Well, you know what they say about being careful what you wish for....
So Like Candy
Crinkle. Rrrrrrrpp. Crinkle.
Elijah unwrapped a small bar of dark chocolate and cradled it in his palm. He inspected it closely, held up so that one shining blue eye peered over it. Like a Disney giant.
For some reason, the combination/color scheme of deep brown and light blue made Dominic very happy-and also very squirmy.
"Err, what'cha doin' there, Lijah?" Dom asked, sing-songy.
Elijah flashed his giant eye on Dominic for a second, then returned to gazing at the chocolate in his hand. Despite his best efforts, the corners of his mouth broke free into a wide smile.
"Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishmun," he bellowed, attempting to deepen his voice into a booming bass, though it shot back up as he convulsed into high pitched giggles.
Dom rolled his eyes. "And I smell the breath of a piss drunk Yank."
"Pot, kettle, black," Elijah retorted, winking. "But, uhh, take out the 'yank' part. Annnd... replace it with 'wank...er.'"
Dom snatched a pillow aside of him on the bed and tossed it briskly at Elijah. It hit him in the midsection.
"Ummph!" Elijah jutted his lower lip and batted his lashes. "Wanker," he mock-pouted.
"Oh please!" Dom sighed in exasperation and rolled his eyes again. "C'mere, c'mere," he said, patting the side of the bed.
Elijah squealed and sprang toward the edge of the bed, wiggling his backside into the comforter, inching up close to Dom's prostrate legs.
"Hola," Lij said, eyes wide, mouth wider.
"Guten tag," Dom responded. "Hiya," lazily drawing the backs of his fingers along Lij's thigh, knee to waist. "So," he tried again, "what's with the choc-o-la-tay, hmmm?" He walked his fingers playfully along Elijah's abdomen and popped two fingers inside the waistband of his boxers.
Elijah pushed himself further down the mattress, pulling his left knee up onto the bed, effectively separating Dom's hand from his waist. He faced Dom. He dropped his smile and blinked. Giant blue eyes under dark chocolate brows and fluffy peaks of moussed hair. Dom smacked his lips. He squirmed and his hand absently tugged once at the material at his crotch.
"Hmmm-mmm-mm-mm-mmmm," Elijah hummed lightly, a loose melody. He lowered his lids, focusing on the chocolate still cupped in his right hand. He lowered his head and raised his palm. Dominic watched as Elijah pressed his bottom lip to the edge of his palm, pushed his upper lip into a perfect arch and blew barely audible breaths into his hand. Like breathing into a steaming cup of hot cocoa, Dom thought. Elijah leaned in deeper, sucked in more air from his diaphragm and blew a harder stream of air. "Huhhhhh." Dom's hands twitched in his lap.
"Li-ighe." Dom meant it to sound like a reproach, but it came out soft and plaintive.
Elijah flicked his tongue toward the moist chocolate bar. He loosened his jaw, and positioned his open O-shaped mouth over the bar, over his entire palm, his eyes wide and pinned on Dom as he dipped into what could only be described as a hand-snog. "Mmmmmmmm!" he moaned exaggeratedly and sucked in the sides of his cheeks. He blew again, cheeks puffing, eyes still locked on Dom's.
Dom's legs opened reflexively and he shoved his clasped hands in between them. Elijah shook his head slowly at Dom. He reached out his left hand and grabbed Dom's wrist, pulling it toward him. With quick tugs, he unsnapped the leather band from Dom's wrist and tossed it onto the floor. He scooped three blunt fingers under the remaining bracelets and jerked them-rolling slightly-off Dom's arm entirely and sent them in the same direction as the band.
"You better not have damaged those, kid," Dom quietly growled, his voice thickening as Elijah ran his fingers over the tender underside of his wrist in soothing strokes.
Elijah laced his fingers through Dom's and pecked lightly above Dom's palm. His eyes lingered on the faint chocolate smear left from his lips as he retreated. He looked back up at Dom, and winked. "Get you a new one," he whispered.
Dom bit his lip, scrunching his face into a questioning scowl. Elijah scooted closer toward him, still circling his bared wrist. Dominic swallowed jaggedly as he watched his hand being pulled between Lij's legs.
Elijah brought his knees together and held Dom's hand there like a soft vice. He inspected his right palm, poking his left index finger quickly into the melting chocolate. He puckered his lips and thrust the finger into his mouth, sucking from tip to base and back again. Returning the finger to the chocolate, he dabbed again. His finger retracted, he moved toward Dom's pinioned wrist, brows knit in concentration. He cocked his head to one side, raised his finger in the air for a brief moment, then fell forward, dragging the chocolate coated finger over Dom's wrist.
Dom sighed deeply and fluttered his eyelids at the warm, wet, sticky slide of dark chocolate mixed with saliva. But he needed to watch this. He snapped his eyes back open, biting his lip to focus his thoughts. He wasn't sure which was more entertaining: the erotic painting of his new 'wristband,' or the way Lijah made such a show of creating this confectionery cuff: his tongue tip protruding from his sternly pressed mouth and his eyes zeroing in on the wrist in 'artistic' focus.
"Turn," Elijah said, and Dom was drawn out of his musings. "Mmm," he growled, and twisted his hand between Lijah's knees so the man could set to work on the other side of his wrist. Long, languorous strokes were brushed across his pale skin, saturating tiny hairs, spotting his hand and arm almost imperceptibly as the hairs ruffled and scattered the miniscule morsels of chocolate. Dom grinned broadly as he realized that Elijah was coloring between the lines: carefully smoothing the chocolate along the inside of Dom's tanlines, filling in the pale, unsunned skin.
Dom watched with glazed eyes as the chocolate cuff deepened in color: initially matching his lightly bronze fleshtone, then increasing shade and consistency as Elijah coated his wrist more and more with increasingly thicker, gooier glomps of sweetness. Dom licked his lips. Elijah licked his lips, without looking up. Strokes became slower and rougher on Dom's wrist as the chocolate hardened into uneven layers, cracking slightly with prolonged exposure to the air. Dom thought it looked like dark leather-cracked old leather, breaking softly open. He shut his eyes and savored the solidness between his legs, nearly painful. The chocolate cuff itched the delicate skin of his wrist. He curled and uncurled his feet like a kneading cat, and nudged the underside of Lij's raised thigh with one curved toe, dragging downward.
"Mmmmmm," Dom emitted a long, desperate crescendo of a groan. To hell with this artistic foreplay, he thought.
Lunging forward, he grabbed the skin at Elijah's sides and shoved his mouth into Elijah's pressed lips. He scraped his bottom teeth up Lij's chin, sucking hard. He pinched Lij's sides. All the while, Elijah squirmed and grunted protests, holding his right hand aloft in a loosely clenched fist.
"Okay. Okay!" Elijah shouted, finally pushing Dom off. He grabbed Dom's left wrist and examined it closely, turning it over rapidly. "Ah, okay. It's okay."
Dom shook his head at him. "What am I gonna do with you?" He dropped his lids half-mast and smiled slowly, Cheshire Cat style, cocking his head to the right. "Hmmm?"
Elijah giggled breathlessly. Looking down, then up again, he bit his lip and flashed a predatory gaze directly at Dom, chin lowered. "Question is, Dominic Monaghan,"-stressing each final syllable with clicking teeth-"what am I going to do with you?"
Dom's smile stretched toward his pronounced ears. He shifted himself backward against the headboard and stretched each arm along the wooden top. One finger trailed lazily down and up the simply carved bedpost, fingernail catching in the tiny grooves of woodgrain.
Elijah reached forward with his left hand and dug his fingers into the waistband of Dom's jeans, dragging down and cupping him fully. With his thumb, Elijah stroked the underside of the bulge. Dom's chest jerked forward and up. Lij leaned low and breathed deliberately onto Dom's crotch. Hot air settled onto Dom's already sweltering groin and he groaned, sweat beading his eyebrows and temples.
Heat dissipated and returned heavier as Elijah straddled Dom's legs with a slow swagger of his own hips. Dom could feel the heat coming off Elijah. Looking down, he saw the head of Lij's cock poking out from his boxers and swallowed hard. Elijah did not object when Dom pushed his hips lower so that their cocks rubbed lightly together.
Slowly and precisely, Elijah plucked up the edge of Dom's untucked t-shirt and lifted it, pushing his still clutched right hand under the fabric and upward.
"Issssshhh!" Dom hissed as Elijah roughly scratched one hard nipple.
Adeptly using his left hand, Elijah scraped the tee off Dominic's right arm, snagging tautly on angled elbow and star-splayed fingers. The crew neck caught on Dom's ears as it made its cumbersome way over his head. Dom noted Elijah's tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth again as he concentrated on sliding the t-shirt over the left arm without brushing or bumping the dark brown 'wristcuff.' Lij let loose a low, rippling cackle as he succeeded in removing the shirt, wadded it into a ball one-handedly, clutching the wad and hunching his shoulders in a possessive gesture. He tossed it onto the floor where it billowed then deflated over Dom's discarded bracelets. Elijah beamed triumphantly, eyes wide as lamplights.
Dom rested his head on one draped arm. "Precious," he mocked.
Elijah arched an eyebrow. "Fee. Fi. Fo," he said, pushing Dom's legs apart and settling one of his own knees between them with each articulated word. "Fum,"-he settled the other knee between Dom's. "I smell,"-he leaned over, biting his lip, looking up at Dom. He nudged his nose into the tip of Dom's crotch. "The blood... of...." He opened his mouth completely onto Dom and breathed. Hot moisture met hot moisture.
"Uhhhh." Dom's hips bucked.
Elijah smiled into the twitching damp denim. "Of an Englishmaaaan," he sang, resting his cheek for a moment, nuzzling.
Dom growled, and rolled his eyes. He looked back down just in time to see Elijah bite into the tough fly of his jeans, tugging at the buttonhole like a dog with a chew toy. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Good pup," he cooed.
Elijah stopped and shot his eyes up at Dominic, teeth still holding the pointed denim. "Mmmhh?"
Dom shook his head, laughter in his eyes. "Go on with ya," he thrusted his chin forward and pushed his right hand into Elijah's deep brown hair, gripping softly. "Be good to your master Englishman, my Yankee... Doodle... Dandy."
Elijah snorted. Swiftly, he yanked the button open and the zipper down in two sharp motions.
Dom crooked his head back against the wall, smiling widely. Cool air barely stung his naked skin as Elijah swallowed him in loose, heat-filled kisses. Jeans were pushed down further and further with one free hand, binding him at his lower thighs.
Lij dragged his teeth over Dom's balls, tongue following and pressing as he took the soft, swollen flesh into his mouth, his lips tickled and dampened. He nipped lightly at the head of Dom's cock, eliciting a rough moan.
"Oh, Lij... be good."
Elijah quickly took half Dom's length into his mouth and pulled back again, swiping his teeth along the way. Dom gasped. And gasped again. "Aren't I always, Dom?"-dramatically blinking lashes.
"Yeeaah," Dom breathed as Lij set to blowing him in long, smooth sucks. He held Elijah's head, near-white fingers twined with dark tufts of hair. A few spiky points tickled the already irritated flesh of his left wrist, brushing away small flecks of dry chocolate. "Mmmm." He gently took Elijah's right hand, still lightly fisted and holding the melted chocolate bar. No longer a rectangle. He slowly unfolded Lij's fingers and, with heavy lids, peered at the dense puddle of dark chocolate. Bending over and pulling slightly Elijahs arm, Dom began to sup at the sweet mess in Elijah's hand. "Mine, mine, mine," he whispered into the sticky, hot flesh. "Mine," he licked and swallowed.
Lij had picked up a rapid pace and Dom was sure he was close, so close he couldn't lap any more chocolate without gagging, when Lij stopped. Cold air replaced the burning heat of Elijah's friction, and Dom growled feebly. His left hand was shaking. He reflexively pushed down with his right, but Lij squirmed free, his eyes locked on Dom's.
Gingerly but steadily, Elijah inched his body up toward Dom, nearer and nearer. He slid his hips against Dom's, erections scraping, both wincing. He crawled his hands up Dom's chest as though they were separate animals, slithering his chest up toward them and leaned into Dom's face.
"Fuck me," he said, in a harsh whisper.
Dom's eyes fell to narrow slits and he grinned like a loon. "Mmmmm," was all he could respond.
Elijah pulled off of him and flopped onto his belly across the width of the bed. He looked over his shoulder and wriggled his backside tauntingly in the air.
"Bloody tease." Dom rolled his eyes. And licked his lips. Rolling toward the side, he pushed himself up from the headboard with a groan. Shuffling up toward Lij, he reached and tugged off Elijah's boxers with four rough one-handed strokes, flinging them behind him in the general direction of the floor. Shuffling closer, he nudged one knee between Elijah's legs, which were bouncing lightly on the crumpled quilt, then the other. "Stay still. Gotta stop feeding you so much sugar." He coaxed Elijah's legs open further and Elijah raised his ass in return, with an added bounce.
"Give me your hand," Dom said.
"Which one?"
"Right." And Elijah immediately flipped his right arm back and draped it along his side. Dom dug his fingers into Lij's relaxed palm and wiped up what remained of the melted dark chocolate.
Then Dom grabbed Elijah's hips with both hands and steadied him. Chocolate stained the cool white of Lij's right hipbone. Dom drew his fingers into the chocolate trail and brought them to his mouth, sucking and twirling. He grabbed his cock with his left hand and rubbed it along Lij's opening, smearing pre-come. Then he slid two glossy wet fingers into Elijah. Dom twisted his fingers around, curling them into slow scoops. He relished a few soft moans from Elijah then pulled out. His eye caught on the tiger claw scrape of chocolate on Elijah's hip and his fingers strayed absently over his own cock, chocolate staining him too.
Elijah sighed and thrust backward. "Come on, old man!"
"Fuck you."
"Perhaps you haven't gotten the memo. That's what I just-ahhhhh."
Dom entered Lij with a slow thrust and a stretched smile. He retracted to the tip and thrust shortly this time, grabbing Elijah's hip to pull him back into the movement. Elijah choked out Dom's name in pants and Dom's head fell back at the sensation of it all: color, sound and touch exploding richly in all directions. Warm, slick synaesthesia.
Dom wrapped his long fingers around Elijah's cock, fingertips playing the underside before grabbing hold, and mirrored their rhythm with swiftly increasing strokes. Neither could hold out much longer.
Dom could feel the release coming, and slumped over Elijah in anticipation, left palm pushing up along Elijah's rocking back, right stained hip to left dewy shoulder, remnants of dark chocolate mixing with sweat. He tugged Lij by the hair and pulled his head back. Elijah gasped. Dom's jaw fell open and he licked a languid stripe up Elijah's back, erasing the chocolate stripe. When he came, he fell onto Lij with a shuddering moan. Lij's cock was ground into the mattress, Dom's hand still around it. With a breathy shriek, Lij came: a mash of sweat and fingers and damp quilt beneath him.
With his hand still trapped under Elijah, Dominic rolled onto his back, onto the bed. Elijah lifted his hips and shimmied toward Dom, curling into his side as Dom raised his arm and brought it around Elijah's shoulder, squeezing. Lij buried his nose into Dom's chest, near the crook of his shoulder. He raised his head, sleepy-eyed, a mischievous grin sprouting across his face.
"Fee fi fo fum! I smell... I smell...."
"Yes, you definitely do."
"I smell the blood of a filthy little Englishman!" Elijah spat, then screwed up his face. "I think I do?" Sniffing, "Yeah, I do!"
"Oh," Dom said. "My," Dom continued. "God," Dom concluded.
"What? It's from Mickey's Christmas Carol!"
"Okay."
"Yeah, the Beanstalk giant guy plays the Ghost of Christmas Present."
"Right."
"And he's kinda slow and not so bright."
"Hence being slow."
"Yeah, and Ebenezer Scrooge is Scrooge McDuck."
"Does that make me Scrooge McDuck?"
"Scrooge McFuck." Elijah burst into a fit of breathy laughter. Dom rolled his eyes but grinned impishly.
"And you're the daft giant."
"Hey!"
"It's your metaphor!" Dom poked Elijah in his side.
Elijah pouted. He turned his head and burrowed his nose under Dom's chin. "Who knew the giant and the duck were getting it on behind the scenes?"
Dom snorted. "Or that they were into kink like chocolate bondage!"
"Hehee." Elijah twisted around and fingered Dom's wrist. "Bondage," he murmured. "If it bothers you, we can wash it off. Must be itchy now."
"Naw. No, no." Dom scoffed. "Leave it," he added, kissing Elijah on the forehead. "You give the best chocolates. No bloody Valentine's hearts from you." He held up his wrist to admire it. "You give the best other things as well."
"Ha!" Elijah jabbed him in the stomach, letting his finger collapse after the blow, swirling and dragging on Dom's lower abdomen. "You too."