Homecoming
Title : Homecoming
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Liggo
Rating : NC-17 - Hardcore BDSM - don't click if it's not your cup of tea
Summary: Viggo has been away; now he's home.
A/N : For dienw in honour of her birthday which I missed and also for krazykitten46 just because.
When Viggo got home, he knew, just knew something was different. No, he didn't just know, he could feel it. There was no sign of Elijah but the house was unusually clean and tidy.
"Lij..." Viggo called. He put his bags down. He'd been away for eight weeks, far too long but the way the schedule had worked made it impractical to come home during his time off. They had spoken to each other daily, emailed and Viggo had even sent post cards. Eight weeks was a long time but not unbearably so.
"Lij?" Viggo tried not to sound panicked. "I'm home..."
"Upstairs," the relief was instant. Even now, ten years on, still Viggo wondered if his lover, his Sir was going to get bored of him. His husband. For they were as married as any other married couple in existence whatever the law said.
"Hi sweetheart..." Viggo bounced up the stairs in a manner belying his 50 plus years. "God I've missed you but the film will..."
"Shut up, get naked and on your knees."
That tone went through him, how long since he'd heard Elijah talk to him like that
"Yes at once Lij..." he begun to undress quickly.
"Yes what?" Again that tone. Harsh, cold, no not cold, glacial.
"Master, yes Master, sorry Master..."
Never mind that he'd been travelling all day and shit, he wasn't prepped.
"Master ..."
"You have nothing to say to me until you're naked and on your knees. "
"Not prepped Master," Viggo whispered.
"It's going to hurt then. Isn't it? What is the first rule of being my boy, let alone my slave?"
There were lots of first rules.
"Always be prepared."
"So whose fault is it if you're not?"
"Mine Master."
"Naked and on your knees then crawl into the room."
Elijah had decided playroom was not a serious enough name for the room in which he pushed Viggo to the edge then over it, albeit he was always there to catch him.
Once in his allotted place, in the middle of the room, Viggo waited. All he could see of Lij was his denim clad legs and his bare feet. He didn't dare look up.
"It seems to me," still that tone, the tone that even now could put Viggo all on edge. "That we have become lax. It seems to me you require a session to remind you who you are. Who are you, boy?"
"I am your slave, Master, your boy," and it was like waking up, welcoming the day after a long night. Viggo had missed this. He had missed being in this place; being shown this place; his place.
Silently, Elijah reached for the most hated of his repertoire. The mask he had had made to fit his slave like a second skin. Once inside it, Viggo could neither see nor hear. He could breathe of course but it was like being both deaf and blind. He hated it. And yet for Elijah he had learned to tolerate it, if not love, being in a place where there was nothing except what his Master gave him.
He shivered as he felt the mask pulled over his head. He was given a ball, a cat's toy with a bell inside it. If it all got too much he would shake it and Elijah would stop. He knew the rules.
Don't ever make me safeword for you.
In truth that was the first rule, the first rule that was always a moveable feast depending on what mood Master was in.
The first lash caught Viggo completely by surprise. He had no idea what it was, all he knew was pain. It hurt. It hurt and it continued to hurt as Elijah lashed him, time after time. There was no building up slowly, instead Elijah begun hard, went harder then harder still. It took a dozen for Viggo to find his headspace, that place where nothing but his Master mattered, nothing but his Master existed. He couldn't groan, he couldn't moan, his mouth was covered but his breathing was laboured. Elijah paused; he stopped.
This was what Viggo hated. He hated the absolute silence, all he could hear was the rush of his own blood, the beating of his own heart. He whimpered, silently. He knew he was going to get fucked and he knew it would hurt but he would rather take that hurt than remain in this vacuum.
The seconds ticked by, it felt like he'd been there hours. He was on the brink of ringing his bell, only fear of disappointing his Master stopping him and then it ended. He sensed Lij walking around him, felt his ass being spread, felt the tip of his Master's tongue teasing him. He was terrified. Oh he was clean enough; he showered before he got on the plane but after an eight hour flight? He wanted to tell Lij no, he wanted more than anything to stop this; yet such was the force of his diminutive Master's personality, he did nothing but take it, as he took the searing pain of cock, forced into his half unwilling body.
His fingers clawed at the floor, as pain ripped through his body. He knew somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind that he wanted this. He wanted the pain of possession, the feeling of belonging to and being needed by Elijah. At this moment like no other, Viggo knew he was as loved and desired as was possible.
His cock throbbed as the pain became more bearable, at the first sparks of pleasure, a deep dark pleasure, tinged with shame kicked in. Only Elijah saw and understood his need to be completely subjugated to his Master's will. Only for Elijah could he stop his cock spilling its pleasure over the floor.
The fuck seemed to go on for hours. Locked in his own private darkness, Viggo concentrated only on the plug of flesh hammering into his body. He knew, better than anyone, how long Elijah could keep this up. Sitting would be painful for at least the next couple of days.
Time passed, Viggo was disintegrating. He was tired, his arms and legs ached, his cock, hard and heavy between his legs, ached, his hole ached as it continued to be reamed then burned with a fire that felt as if it would never be extinguished, each thrust and pull drawing a shuddering breath from him until finally, almost as if he heard Viggo's unspoken thoughts Elijah came.
Viggo was home.
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Liggo
Rating : NC-17 - Hardcore BDSM - don't click if it's not your cup of tea
Summary: Viggo has been away; now he's home.
A/N : For dienw in honour of her birthday which I missed and also for krazykitten46 just because.
When Viggo got home, he knew, just knew something was different. No, he didn't just know, he could feel it. There was no sign of Elijah but the house was unusually clean and tidy.
"Lij..." Viggo called. He put his bags down. He'd been away for eight weeks, far too long but the way the schedule had worked made it impractical to come home during his time off. They had spoken to each other daily, emailed and Viggo had even sent post cards. Eight weeks was a long time but not unbearably so.
"Lij?" Viggo tried not to sound panicked. "I'm home..."
"Upstairs," the relief was instant. Even now, ten years on, still Viggo wondered if his lover, his Sir was going to get bored of him. His husband. For they were as married as any other married couple in existence whatever the law said.
"Hi sweetheart..." Viggo bounced up the stairs in a manner belying his 50 plus years. "God I've missed you but the film will..."
"Shut up, get naked and on your knees."
That tone went through him, how long since he'd heard Elijah talk to him like that
"Yes at once Lij..." he begun to undress quickly.
"Yes what?" Again that tone. Harsh, cold, no not cold, glacial.
"Master, yes Master, sorry Master..."
Never mind that he'd been travelling all day and shit, he wasn't prepped.
"Master ..."
"You have nothing to say to me until you're naked and on your knees. "
"Not prepped Master," Viggo whispered.
"It's going to hurt then. Isn't it? What is the first rule of being my boy, let alone my slave?"
There were lots of first rules.
"Always be prepared."
"So whose fault is it if you're not?"
"Mine Master."
"Naked and on your knees then crawl into the room."
Elijah had decided playroom was not a serious enough name for the room in which he pushed Viggo to the edge then over it, albeit he was always there to catch him.
Once in his allotted place, in the middle of the room, Viggo waited. All he could see of Lij was his denim clad legs and his bare feet. He didn't dare look up.
"It seems to me," still that tone, the tone that even now could put Viggo all on edge. "That we have become lax. It seems to me you require a session to remind you who you are. Who are you, boy?"
"I am your slave, Master, your boy," and it was like waking up, welcoming the day after a long night. Viggo had missed this. He had missed being in this place; being shown this place; his place.
Silently, Elijah reached for the most hated of his repertoire. The mask he had had made to fit his slave like a second skin. Once inside it, Viggo could neither see nor hear. He could breathe of course but it was like being both deaf and blind. He hated it. And yet for Elijah he had learned to tolerate it, if not love, being in a place where there was nothing except what his Master gave him.
He shivered as he felt the mask pulled over his head. He was given a ball, a cat's toy with a bell inside it. If it all got too much he would shake it and Elijah would stop. He knew the rules.
Don't ever make me safeword for you.
In truth that was the first rule, the first rule that was always a moveable feast depending on what mood Master was in.
The first lash caught Viggo completely by surprise. He had no idea what it was, all he knew was pain. It hurt. It hurt and it continued to hurt as Elijah lashed him, time after time. There was no building up slowly, instead Elijah begun hard, went harder then harder still. It took a dozen for Viggo to find his headspace, that place where nothing but his Master mattered, nothing but his Master existed. He couldn't groan, he couldn't moan, his mouth was covered but his breathing was laboured. Elijah paused; he stopped.
This was what Viggo hated. He hated the absolute silence, all he could hear was the rush of his own blood, the beating of his own heart. He whimpered, silently. He knew he was going to get fucked and he knew it would hurt but he would rather take that hurt than remain in this vacuum.
The seconds ticked by, it felt like he'd been there hours. He was on the brink of ringing his bell, only fear of disappointing his Master stopping him and then it ended. He sensed Lij walking around him, felt his ass being spread, felt the tip of his Master's tongue teasing him. He was terrified. Oh he was clean enough; he showered before he got on the plane but after an eight hour flight? He wanted to tell Lij no, he wanted more than anything to stop this; yet such was the force of his diminutive Master's personality, he did nothing but take it, as he took the searing pain of cock, forced into his half unwilling body.
His fingers clawed at the floor, as pain ripped through his body. He knew somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind that he wanted this. He wanted the pain of possession, the feeling of belonging to and being needed by Elijah. At this moment like no other, Viggo knew he was as loved and desired as was possible.
His cock throbbed as the pain became more bearable, at the first sparks of pleasure, a deep dark pleasure, tinged with shame kicked in. Only Elijah saw and understood his need to be completely subjugated to his Master's will. Only for Elijah could he stop his cock spilling its pleasure over the floor.
The fuck seemed to go on for hours. Locked in his own private darkness, Viggo concentrated only on the plug of flesh hammering into his body. He knew, better than anyone, how long Elijah could keep this up. Sitting would be painful for at least the next couple of days.
Time passed, Viggo was disintegrating. He was tired, his arms and legs ached, his cock, hard and heavy between his legs, ached, his hole ached as it continued to be reamed then burned with a fire that felt as if it would never be extinguished, each thrust and pull drawing a shuddering breath from him until finally, almost as if he heard Viggo's unspoken thoughts Elijah came.
Viggo was home.