'Fallen Angel' - Elijah/Viggo, R
Newbie here! This is my first attempt at slash, so hope you enjoy!
Title: Fallen Angel
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, yes, it is made up.
The fancy dress party was in full swing by the time Viggo got there. He weaved his way through the crowds to the bar, standing next to a barely-recognisable Dom Monaghan, dressed as a Frankenstein.
"Very becoming, Dominic," he said, and ordered a drink.
"Thanks, Dracula," Dom said cheerfully, carried on chatting up his make-up artist.
Viggo paid for his glass of red wine - keeping in the spirit of things - and glanced around the room. A pair of huge blue eyes met his through the crowd and he made his way over.
"Hello," Elijah said, gazing up at him.
"Well well well." Viggo smiled back, showing his fangs. "You look.....nice."
Elijah beamed, turned round. "Feel them, they're really soft."
Viggo obliged, stroking the large feathery white wings adorning Elijah's back.
"Do angels drink?" he asked, eyeing Elijah's cocktail.
Elijah shrugged. "In my heaven they would." He lowered his mascara-clad eyelashes and glanced up at Viggo through them.
Viggo sipped his wine slowly, giving Elijah a predatory once-up-and-down. Elijah blushed just slightly across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.
Viggo put his drink down, and took Elijah's hands. "Lets go."
"You've only just got here - "
"And I've already selected my prey for tonight." Viggo tugged a thin wrist. "Lets go."
Elijah sighed resignedly, but his eyes were already beginning to sparkle with arousal. "Fine." He got up and followed Viggo out of the bar.
They reached Viggo's flat and were barely inside the door when they started pulling at each other's clothes.
"Put your wings back on," Viggo ordered, as a beautifully nude Elijah stood before him.
"And you keep your teeth in." Elijah slipped the wings on and turned round on his heel towards the bedroom, giving Viggo a good view of feathers and white skin.
He followed, and pushed Elijah to the bed.
15 minutes later, hot and sweaty, teeth marks marring perfect creamy skin along Elijah's hips and belly, and Viggo thrusting strongly, the vampire choked out - "Do angels make love like this?"
"No," panted Elijah desperately, beneath him, damp and arching, curled hair tousled on the pillow. "I must be...a fallen angel....."
At the thought of being able to corrupt an angel, and at the thought of being corrupted himself, the two climaxed and soared over the edge into oblivion.
Title: Fallen Angel
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, yes, it is made up.
The fancy dress party was in full swing by the time Viggo got there. He weaved his way through the crowds to the bar, standing next to a barely-recognisable Dom Monaghan, dressed as a Frankenstein.
"Very becoming, Dominic," he said, and ordered a drink.
"Thanks, Dracula," Dom said cheerfully, carried on chatting up his make-up artist.
Viggo paid for his glass of red wine - keeping in the spirit of things - and glanced around the room. A pair of huge blue eyes met his through the crowd and he made his way over.
"Hello," Elijah said, gazing up at him.
"Well well well." Viggo smiled back, showing his fangs. "You look.....nice."
Elijah beamed, turned round. "Feel them, they're really soft."
Viggo obliged, stroking the large feathery white wings adorning Elijah's back.
"Do angels drink?" he asked, eyeing Elijah's cocktail.
Elijah shrugged. "In my heaven they would." He lowered his mascara-clad eyelashes and glanced up at Viggo through them.
Viggo sipped his wine slowly, giving Elijah a predatory once-up-and-down. Elijah blushed just slightly across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.
Viggo put his drink down, and took Elijah's hands. "Lets go."
"You've only just got here - "
"And I've already selected my prey for tonight." Viggo tugged a thin wrist. "Lets go."
Elijah sighed resignedly, but his eyes were already beginning to sparkle with arousal. "Fine." He got up and followed Viggo out of the bar.
They reached Viggo's flat and were barely inside the door when they started pulling at each other's clothes.
"Put your wings back on," Viggo ordered, as a beautifully nude Elijah stood before him.
"And you keep your teeth in." Elijah slipped the wings on and turned round on his heel towards the bedroom, giving Viggo a good view of feathers and white skin.
He followed, and pushed Elijah to the bed.
15 minutes later, hot and sweaty, teeth marks marring perfect creamy skin along Elijah's hips and belly, and Viggo thrusting strongly, the vampire choked out - "Do angels make love like this?"
"No," panted Elijah desperately, beneath him, damp and arching, curled hair tousled on the pillow. "I must be...a fallen angel....."
At the thought of being able to corrupt an angel, and at the thought of being corrupted himself, the two climaxed and soared over the edge into oblivion.