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Authors Notes: Ismenin � This�story is more illuminating than the metopes of the Elgin Marbles, and of far more interest - except to Greek scholars, of course - and Lord Elgin - and maybe Lady Elgin, except that they have been dead for many years now. � This fic is entitled Anagnorisis, for reasons that will be perfectly clear to anyone with the intelligence of�a mosquito�- predicated on the fact that the mosquito is incapable of reading it - I think you will like it... or not. Salogel This ficlet rocks! Join us for a real right giggle! We wrote it in-between watching the LOTR Trilogy at the cinema! (And I had to ask Ru what all the big words meant�heheh!!) Have fun! AnagnorisisElijah stood underneath the lamppost. The rain fell on the tented car-roofs, causing a chiaroscuro of droplets to fall into his fractured thoughts. He pulled his belt tightly around his Ulster, like a piece of string around a carpet at a Car Boot Sale, straightened his shoulders and went into the apartment.The lights were off and it was as dark as the bottom of Orpheus�s underworld. If he had a torch he guessed he would have used it. �Dom?� Elijah�s voice was as mellow as a well-hung partridge. �Are you there?� Dominic heard Elijah but chose to ignore him like a deadly virus ignoring an antibiotic. �Dom?� Elijah spoke again. Tears gathered in his pellucid orbs like freshly dug emeralds clinging to his lashes. Elijah flicked on the light, which burst on the darkness like a distress flare from the sinking Titanic. It illuminated the wreck of an anguished Dominic slumped like an injured vole in the chair. (Not sure of the nature of the injury though, maybe a broken leg, because what with a vole being so tiny, well� most injuries would be fatal.) Elijah inspired; his ragged breath shot down to his lungs causing an implosion of bronchioles, which were very surprised by the sudden onslaught. Dominic stood up quickly, displacing billions of sleeping atoms that had previously surrounded his somnolent form. �I was sleeping, Lij! Why did you put the light on?� �If I hadn�t put the light on,� replied Elijah, purring like a kitten on heat. �I would have fallen over your feet! What do you think I am � Cat-woman?��.. Miaow! Dom purrs sensuously. His pheromones describing a parabola in the air between him and Elijah and descended on Elijah�s mucus membranes like a prayer. Dominic had erased the memory of his altercation with Elijah from his stored memory, like pressing delete on the computer hard drive. Dominic thought Elijah looked as hot as butter melting off a hot crumpet, and the taste buds in Dom�s mouth swelled to astronomical proportions at the anticipated delight of savouring Elijah�s cream spread! Elijah loved to see the look of lust, similar to a rampant gnu humping its partner, in Dominic�s grey/blue eyes, the colour of the sea during a tsunami � only not a big one, as obviously he would have been killed in the enormous waves. Dominic grabbed Elijah by his muscular arms (muscular in the way a ballet dancer is muscular, only more so, but not quite as bad as Nureyev, but more than the musculature of Irek Mukamhedov.) Both Dominic and Elijah pursed their lips like a plumbers plunger; Dom�s mouth descended on the oral cavity that was his, only his! Elijah�s tongue snuck out like an eel, searching for its home in The Wide Sargasso Sea, but settling for Dominic�s linguae, which was more receptive than any eel � electric or otherwise. Dominic pulled back like a cow from an electrified fence. �What�s that?� Dominic grieved as he tried to put his finger on the taste in Elijah�s mouth. �Lava bread sandwich,� said Elijah. �Always eat one after we row.� �Fucking seaweed,� groaned Dominic. He peered into Elijah�s mouth like a rabbit staring at car headlights � but obviously he doesn�t get run over and get squashed flat, because Elijah is not a car. �There�s a bit dollop stuck between your teeth!� �Shit� thought I cleaned my teeth properly.� Elijah deftly removed the offending seaweed, and guided Dom back into his chair like a farmer reversing his tractor over a field, only much quieter. Elijah sat on Dom�s lap, the heat from his quivering body reminding Dom of hot breakfast toast and strawberry jam. Well, he was peckish! �I was so desperate, dude, I nearly jerked myself off in a phone booth�but I didn�t � I knew you�d want to do me!� Elijah whispered, his voice as smooth as the silk of a whore�s knickers. Elijah�s lambent orbs illuminated his face like two miner�s lamps down a coal hole. Dom reached out and undid Elijah�s jeans. �Fuck, Dom � careful! I�ve been circumcised, already!� Dom released his grip on Elijah�s reproductory equipment, and attached himself to his mouth, instead, like a Dyson hose � but with far more suck! Coruscating scintilla of joy exploded in Elijah�s brain, as Dom�s hand and mouth worked for his release like a prison reformer - and every axon, neuron and dendrite gave up the ghost, as lemming like, they dashed towards their destruction. �Oh, Dom!� Elijah�s voice was like an angel�s prayer� �I�m fucking coming!� �Come for me, baby!!!� Dominic murmured, but the words came out garbled because his mouth was so full. It sounded more like��Cmmm�phhrrrr�bee. baybeeb..� Elijah�s fluid shot into Dominic�s mouth, rather like a torpedo, but in liquid form, because torpedoes are not liquid, they are solid, and cum is not solid, but liquid! And Dominic drank it all down, like sampling a fine wine. He smacked his lips when he was done. �Now what about me?� he asked as he held his cock in his hand, and wriggled it in Elijah�s direction. Elijah stripped his clothes off, not slowly and sensually, but quick and manic like, because more than anything he wanted that rod of steel, that solid shaft, that firm erection, that boner, that weeping wonder to dive right into his tunnel of love. Well, not exactly dive, more like push, a cock can�t exactly dive. Well the owner of the cock can dive, especially if he is wearing a wet suit, so technically that means the cock is diving too, but as Dom is not wearing a wetsuit, and there is no water in sight, we�ll just imagine that Elijah�s backside is the ocean, and Dominic is going deep sea diving. �Ahhh�. hnngnnn� shit�. fuck� groan� gasp� moan� oh my god�. Lij�!!!� Dominic sank inside Elijah like a tent peg hammered into the ground, except more smoothly. However, if it were tents put up by Scouts then they would probably fall down, unless the Scout has earned his tent-erecting badge, in which case the tent should stay put. �Why am I fucking thinking of tents?� Dominic thrust in and out. �Tents?� Elijah grunted. �Oh fuck�� groan� grind� and grind some more. �Nearly there!!! Wherever the fuck there is!!!!� Then Dominic shuddered� a long shimmering, shivering, shuddering, smouldering, stimulating, stunningly stupendous, shudder. �OH FUCK!!!� He came inside Elijah. �Oh fuck�� more of a whisper now. �Oh fucking fuck. Oh fucking fuckety fucking fuck!� �Was that a good fuck?� Elijah asked on account of how many fucks Dominic had managed to utter in the space of a few short seconds. �You are always a good fuck.� Dominic kissed Elijah�s pearly pale perfect precious pellucid skin. �We should do this more often.� What, argue?� Elijah sighed as he dressed, tucking his Meaty Monster back into his damp pants. �Yeah � I love the fucking making up part!!!! Don�t you?� |