Quiet Heart

Part Six

 

Author:  Kinkyhobbit  25/5/02

Pairing:  references to EW/DM

Genre:  RPS

Rating:  NC-17

Warnings:  Sex

Disclaimer:  I’m not responsible for these people, which is probably good considering what I keep putting them through. Luckily for them, I made it all up.

Summary:  Home again.

 

 

There’s a place for us,

Sitting here waiting for the sun.

And it calls me back to the safe arms that I know.

Powderfinger

 

 

Dom heard the door open. He was too frightened to move.

 

Elijah saw him and stopped, leaning against the sofa. Neither of them knew where to start. Then Dom remembered Billy’s words, and spoke first.

 

“I slept with someone else…a few months ago, while you were away.” He couldn’t look up, so he just spoke to his own restless hands.

 

After an awkward, silent minute, Elijah finally sat down, their arms just touching.

 

“I know.”

 

It took a moment to sink in, then Dom turned and stared at him. “Wh-what? When?”

 

“I knew when I came home and saw your face.” Elijah just shook his head and smiled. “I knew straight away. I know exactly how I am when I come home, I’m very aware of it, and you were acting exactly the same way. So I knew.” He sighed. “That’s one of the things I’ve been mad about, Sblomie. I’ve never lied to you and I’ve never kept anything from you, but you never told me about that. You thought I didn’t know, and you kept it from me.”

 

Elijah was calm; the smile never totally left his face. Dom swallowed and looked away, taking a deep breath.

 

“I…I didn’t want to hurt you.”

 

“It hurt more that you didn’t tell me. That you felt you couldn’t tell me.”

 

“I’m sorry, Liji.”

 

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed. “I should have listened to you,” he said simply, not looking up. “You were right.”

 

Dom said nothing, just took his hand and held it gently.

 

“I thought you’d left me,” said Elijah softly. “I called three times and you weren’t here, and I thought you’d gone.”

 

“No.”

 

“Freaked me out. I started thinking…what I’d do if you weren’t here. Really thinking about it. I don’t think I could handle it, Sblomie.”

 

They sat there in silence, just holding hands.

 

“I’ve decided,” said Dom at last. “I don’t care what you do as long as you tell me, and as long as you come home.”

 

Elijah looked at him and chewed his lip to stop it trembling. “I will.”

 

“And I’ve decided I won’t leave til you ask me to.”

 

Elijah took a quick breath, staring at Dom. “I won’t do that. I won’t ever do that.”

 

Dom kissed his cheek. “Good. Then you’re stuck with me.”

 

Elijah pulled his hand back from Dom’s and leaned forward, folding his arms and looking away so Dom couldn’t see his face.

 

“But…I fuck up so much. How many times are you going to let me off the hook?” He turned to face Dom. “How many?”

 

Dom was staring at him like he was insane. “As many as it takes, Liji.”

 

Elijah shook his head, fighting back tears. Dom leaned close to him, his voice soft and fragile.

 

“I love you. I won’t give up on us.”

 

Elijah stared at the floor, his voice shaky. “I know I fuck up, but…I love you too, and I can’t imagine loving anyone else.” He took a deep breath. “It’s like…you’re my home.”

 

Dom stared at him, close to tears. He opened his mouth to speak but the confusion on Elijah’s face stopped him.

 

“Why do you love me? I don’t understand.”

 

Dom managed a smile. “I can’t not love you. That’s just how it is.” He swallowed hard. “Why do you love me?”

 

“Because you forgive me…and because of…everything.”

 

Elijah curled over with his face almost touching his knees. Dom got down on the floor at Elijah’s feet, putting his head down on his knee, nudging Elijah’s hands. Elijah whimpered softly and stroked Dom’s head, tears falling into his hair.

“Don’t leave me.”

“I told you, you’re stuck with me.” Dom looked up, letting Elijah’s fingers rest on his face. He reached up to wipe away Elijah’s tears. “Stuck with each other,” he said shakily, managing a small laugh.

“Nobody else would put up with us,” replied Elijah. “Oh Sblomie...”

Dom crawled between his legs and Elijah hugged him tight, held him as he cried against his chest, burying his face in his hair.

 

They found their way up onto the sofa, lying in each other’s arms until it began to get dark.

 

“You know what we need?” said Elijah, cheek resting against Dom’s head.

 

“What?” replied Dom dreamily.

 

“We need a holiday.”

 

Dom propped himself up on his elbow. “Well the movie comes out in a few months. We need to go before the madness starts.”

 

“Where do you want to go?”

 

“Dunno,” Dom thoughtfully stroked Elijah’s stomach. “Somewhere no-one will find us. Where no-one will even think to look for us.”

 

Elijah smiled, letting his fingers brush Dom’s cheek. “Yeah.”

 

Dom kissed them. “I’ve also decided I’m not going to cry anymore. This is who you are and as long as I know you’ll always come home, I won’t cry and I won’t worry.”

 

Elijah’s lip trembled and he tried to speak, but no words came.

 

Dom smiled and stroked his face. “It’s okay. It’s allright. I’m just sick of crying.”

 

Elijah swallowed. “Sblomie…I love you.”

 

Dom took a breath. “Say that again,” he whispered, placing his fingers on Elijah’s lips.

 

Elijah closed his eyes at Dom’s warm touch. “I love you.”

 

Dom replaced his fingers with his own lips. “I love you,” he whispered, and kissed him slowly, sucking gently at his mouth.

 

When they finished they stared at each other, breathless.

 

“I’ve missed that,” whispered Elijah.

 

“Me too.” Suddenly Dom closed his eyes and looked away.

 

Elijah frowned. “What is it?”

 

“All those times…we just…I used you. Just used you.” He closed his eyes, ashamed.

 

Elijah stroked his face and kissed him. “I did the same. Just…forget it. I don’t want to remember that.”

 

“I must’ve hurt you so many times.”

 

Elijah didn’t say anything.

 

Dom opened his eyes. “I did, didn’t I.”

 

“I know I hurt you too. Just forget it, Sblomie. It’s gone, it’s past. Forget it.”

 

Elijah kissed him again, wanting to take away the pain, wanting to give him everything. They broke apart and Dom laid his head against Elijah’s chest, taking deep breaths, calming himself down.

 

Then he sat up, taking Elijah’s hands as he stood. “Come on.”

 

It had been so long since they’d touched each other like this, so long since they’d even kissed. The anger, the aggression, the pain was all gone. This was something beautiful and they were still in the doorway, arms wrapped around each other, just standing there. They’d made it that far and Elijah had turned and hugged him and they’d both just held on, not wanting to stop. Wanting to exist forever like this. They held each other in the darkness until their breathing found the same rhythm, the way it had been until everything had come undone.

 

They both relaxed their grip on each other enough to kiss again, deeper, longer. Not pushing each other but letting it build all by itself, letting it take them in its own time.

 

They finally removed their clothes and found their way into bed, their bodies warming the cool sheets, sliding together, fitting together perfectly. Their fingers explored every part anew, every curve of muscle and bone. Nothing was left untouched.

 

Dom’s tongue found it’s old familiar path over Elijah’s body, slowly tracing the lines of muscles and tendons from his neck downwards. A warm, wet mouth followed, moistening and teasing Elijah’s skin. Elijah moaned softly, hands roaming Dom’s back and shoulders and up into his hair. Every touch of Dom’s mouth lingered on his skin, leaving cool wet marks on his body. He could have mapped them out, every last one.

 

Dom coaxed him with light touches and kisses. The closer Dom came to his cock the more restless Elijah became, pushing up with his hips, whimpering. He wanted Dom’s mouth on his cock, but then he didn’t. He ached and yearned for it, but part of him said no, not yet. Too soon.

 

Dom knew, he always knew. His mouth explored around and near, but never touched. Close, but not quite. Then Elijah groaned as Dom ran his tongue quickly up over his stomach and chest. He thrust his hands into Dom’s hair and drank deeply from his mouth, pushing him onto his back, still kissing him, his fingers unthinkingly seeking out their favourite places on Dom’s body.

 

Dom tried to stay calm but the brush of fingertips and gentle stroke of Elijah’s tongue raised him higher and higher, his skin tingling with the echo of each touch. He felt he was being overwhelmed, relishing every caress and the hot press of Elijah’s body against his.

 

He slid down and let Elijah straddle his shoulders. Elijah groaned and almost fell as Dom began lovingly sucking his balls. He grasped the bedhead, rocking back and forth in time with Dom’s steady rhythm. Then he pushed Dom’s head down and slipped his cock into his mouth.

 

And then he remembered how long it had been since they’d done this. Since he’d felt that wonderful, soft, wet mouth sucking him, tasting him, drawing pleasure out of him. He stared down at Dom, watching him. Dom’s eyes were closed, his face peaceful. Elijah wanted to cry.

 

“Dom…” Elijah whimpered softly, fighting back a wave of emotion. “Oh…Dom…Sblomie…oh god…” He let his head fall back, squeezing his eyes shut, determined to keep the tears back for now. Dom’s sucking only increased, drawing him in deeper, taking him closer to losing it.

 

He groaned and withdrew from Dom’s mouth, sliding down to sit across his thighs, kissing and sucking his way down Dom’s chest and stomach, each touch bringing a gasp, a soft whimper. Dom’s hands caressed him, encouraging him on his steady path down.

 

Dom shuddered as his cock brushed Elijah’s cheek. He felt Elijah turn his head and moaned as those soft warm lips caressed him, his voice a desperate whisper as Elijah’s mouth got closer and closer to the tip of his cock.

 

“Liji…Liji…oh…oh please…oh please...” and he opened his mouth in a silent cry as Elijah took him in, sucking him in deep. He let his hands fall to his sides, clenching handfuls of the sheet as Elijah’s gentle mouth slowly sucked him and slender fingers entered him, sliding in easily, deeply, stroking him inside with the same steady rhythm.

 

He didn’t think he could last, though he wanted to. He didn’t want it to ever end. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore Elijah stopped and sat up, crawling up and straddling him and kissing him again, and he realised he didn’t want this to end either. He wanted every touch to last forever.

 

It always amazed him how time passed like this, how they could lose themselves in each other so much that hours and hours would pass. The world could fucking end and they wouldn’t care as long as they were together. He’d never experienced this with anyone else, and he didn’t want to. There was no-one else in his world right now.

 

Elijah stopped and gazed down at him, blue eyes glinting dark in the moonlight. “I want you inside me,” he breathed. “Now.”

 

He reached down to stroke and massage Elijah, making him ready. Elijah closed his eyes, moving his hips against Dom’s fingers, whimpering softly. It didn’t take much and then he was kissing Dom again, crying desperately into his mouth as he sank slowly onto his cock.

 

He sat up, eyes blissfully closed, riding Dom with deep, shuddering breaths. Then he opened his eyes and looked down, and Dom stared up at him and gasped.

 

“You’re beautiful.”

 

“Dom,” Elijah whispered softly, leaning down. “Hold me…”

 

Dom wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. Elijah clenched his fists, choking back sobs as he pushed down harder and harder with his hips, desperate for more. He took Dom’s face in his hands and kissed him again, and Dom couldn’t hold back any longer.

 

They spent the entire night taking turns with each other, in each other, snatching a little sleep in-between. By dawn they were both exhausted but neither wanted to stop giving. Elijah’s eyes were glazed but this time it was sunlight on his face as Dom looked up at him. He was breathless, dumbstruck, at the sight of Elijah’s face above him, and their eyes locked as Elijah slid into him and filled him again. 

 

 

They finally went to sleep for a few hours, waking tired and hungry, but happy.

 

“Let’s go and have breakfast,” said Elijah.

 

Dom smiled at him. “Yeah.”

 

An hour later they were sitting in a café, and Dom was pensive. He scowled at his coffee, sighing now and then. Elijah smiled at him, watching him.

 

“What is it, Sblomie? What’s up?”

 

“Hmm,” he scowled more and took a sip of his coffee. “I just wonder if I should call Viggo.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah. Just to make sure he’s okay. He’s…I just don’t want there to be any…you know, any…problem. Between us. I just want to make sure we’re all okay with each other now.”

 

Elijah smiled and reached across, giving Dom’s forearm a quick squeeze and a pat.

 

Dom narrowed his eyes.  “What?”

 

Elijah shook his head, going back to his eggs with a smile. “Nothing.”

 

 

The phone rang, and as usual he didn’t want to answer it. Still, he listened when the answering machine began, just to see who it was.

 

“Hi Viggo, it’s Dom, um…look, I just wanted to…you know, have a chat with you, make sure everything’s okay and stuff. Um…well we’ll be home this arvo, so if you want to call-”

 

Viggo picked up. “Hi Dom.”

 

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were there.”

 

“Just wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to anyone or not.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“No, it’s not that, I’m just in the middle of something, that’s all.”

 

“Oh, okay. Um…are you okay?”

 

Viggo forced a smile into his voice. Sure I’m okay, he thought. I did all my crying yesterday.

 

“Yeah, Dommie,” he sighed. “I’m okay. What about you? How are you two?”

 

“We’re okay. I think…we talked a bit yesterday when he got home and I think we’re actually getting somewhere. I think we’re out of that loop we were stuck in. We’ll, you know, we’ll keep working at it.”

 

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

 

Silence.

 

“Well, I guess…um…” Dom faltered, not sure how to finish without sounding rude.

 

“I’m sorry,” said Viggo quickly. “I am. You know…you both mean a lot to me, I would never knowingly hurt either of you. Ever.”

 

“I know. It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

 

“Okay, then.”

 

“Um, I guess we’ll see you when you come back to LA next, whenever that is.”

 

“End of next month. We’ll catch up then, maybe have a beer or two.”

 

Dom smiled. “It’s a deal.”

 

“Okay, talk to you then.”

 

“Bye Viggo.”

 

He’d just hung up when it rang again. Fuck it, I’m standing right here, might as well.

 

He picked it up. “Hello?”

 

“Oh…Viggo?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“It’s Orli. I was expecting the answering machine, so you caught me by surprise. How are you?”

 

“Good, how are you?”

 

“Great, fine, fine. Uh…so, everything okay up there? I just…I was talking to Billy. I know Elijah paid you a visit.”

 

Oh. “Yeah, he did. He’s back home now.”

 

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I called, just to see…you know…how you’re doing.”

 

Viggo smiled. “I’m allright. I am. I’m, uh, just doing some painting at the moment. Got the place to myself, Henry comes home in a few days.”

 

“Oh right, so…everything’s okay then.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well…I just wanted to make sure. Just to…let you know I was thinking of you.”

 

His smile got bigger. “Thank you. It means a lot Orli, it really does. Thank you for thinking of me.”

 

“When you coming back to LA?”

 

“End of the month.”

 

“I’ll catch up with you then? Maybe we could have dinner?”

 

“That would be nice.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

He laughed. “Yes of course! I’d love to.”

 

He knew Orli was smiling too. “Great. Can’t wait. Call me when you’re here and we’ll make a date.”

 

“Okay, I will.”

 

“Okay. Well, uh…bye Viggo. Hear you soon.”

 

“Bye Orli.”

 

He hung up, letting his hand rest on the phone for a moment. Then he turned and walked back into his painting room, his sanctuary, and looked at the canvas on the floor.

 

He just couldn’t get the goofy grin off his face, it refused to leave. He felt so much better than he had earlier in the day.

 

“How do you do that, Orli?” he murmured, studying the canvas.

 

He laughed out loud, then knelt down and got back to work.

 

Kinkyhobbit 2002

 

 

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