A Dinner of Herbs3Better is a dinner of herbs, where love is: than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. (Dedicated to Salogel, my dear and clever friend, who made this site so's I could bore you all rigid. Thank you, cariad!) *** "Soup of the eeeevening, beauuuuu-tiful sooooooup!", Dom sang, as he stirred the viscous liquid in the pot. He dipped the spoon in again, and raised it to his lips, savouring the flavour. Elijah came into the kitchen, and was struck back as if by a force ten gale. "My god, dude - what the fu...? No, you don't, you can't expect me to... eat that stuff - have mercy, love!" Dom raised his eyes from adoration of the soup, and fixed Elijah with a gimlet gaze. Elijah tried every pleading look in his vast repertoire, from "little orphan cast out into the storm" to "Frodo on Mount Doom" - they usually worked... but not today. "This, my friend (pointing at said pot) is Billy's auntie's recipe for the greatest stuff ever made...Cockaleekie soup, man. You'll adore it!" Dom poured the hot liquid into the tureen, and gazed at its beautiful colour - light pea green...virtually the same colour as Elijah's complexion, if he'd looked - which, being absorbed, he hadn't. Elijah sniffed at it experimentally, then shrank back in horror. His nostrils had died. God, the stink! The aroma had killed them! Death by odour! "Aw, c'mon, Lighe! Try it, love! It's chicken, and leeks and... - I'm sure you'll like..." Dom stared in amazement as Elijah clapped his hand over his mouth, and left the room, running. Dom followed him into the bathroom, and held his head whilst Lighe was very sick, indeed. Dom felt bad - Lighe was hot. "You're hot, babe". He passed Elijah some tissues, whilst Elijah wiped his face, and washed his hands. "We Wood's are known for it, dude!" He said, still rather green. "Was it the soup?", Dom asked, guiltily, looking at his lover with soft grey/blue eyes. "Nah! I think it was the tacos I had for lunch, Sblom!", he replied, moving into the bedroom, where he sank onto the bed with a sigh. Dom covered him, and he snuggled into the warmth. Dom had removed his shoes for him, as he'd made no move to do so himself, and asked, as he put them on the floor - "want anything, Doodle?" Elijah murmured. "Just some water, please, Sblom. You go eat dinner. Enjoy! I don't really feel like any tonight." Dom fetched the water. When he took it in, Elijah was already asleep. Dom enjoyed the soup. In fact, it was so good, he ate three bowlfuls, and missed out on the main course. He must ring Bills and tell him what a success...hang on, hang on a minute - it had made Lighe sick! Just the smellhad made Lighe sick! Ah, but would he have been sick anyway, without the soup catalyst? He would make it again, in a coupla weeks, when Lighe had forgotten.... "...God! I shall never, as long as I fucking live forget the smell of that...sheep dip!", Elijah commented, as Dom prepared for bed that night. He certainly looked better, and sounded better, and was... well, what was that tenting the bedclothes? Somebody's still hot, then? Elijah had managed to shed his clothes, and take a shower, and was looking forward to a night of conjugal bliss. He observed, with the eyes of a connoisseur, the elegant line of Dom's flank, and the beauty of his cuppeable ass. Dom crawled in a predatory manner across the bed, growling, and kissed his love sweetly and gently. His love cried, "Whoa, dude!", and shot off the bed, like a ball from a cannon. "What the fuck, Lighe?" "Shit! I can taste that...stuff on you, Sblom...that cocky stuff. God, it's foul!" "But, Lighe! I cleaned my teeth! Surely you can taste the peppermint, too?" Elijah considered from the foot of the bed. Was the little fucker going to get back in any time tonight? "Yeah", coming slowly around the bed. "But I can taste the cocky stuff more." Dom rushed out to the bathroom, and spent another five minutes with mouthwash, toothbrush, and paste. He came back, and dropped an experimental kiss on Elijah's pretty mouth. "Hmmm! That's better!", crooned Elijah, lying on his back, with his arms outstretched. Dom fell into them, gladly. Fuck it! I'll tear up that recipe tomorrow! No bloody soup is worth Lighe not wanting to kiss me! Bollocks, I liked it, too! "Sblom? Whose turn is it? Because I think it's mine, but I want it to be you, tonight. Please, love!" Dom settled down on top of his man, and stroked his sides with trembling hands. "Does it matter whose turn it is, Lighe? I'd want you, whatever you wanted me to do to you, or with you...or you do to me..." "I want to feel...filled, tonight, Sblom. Stretched. Well fucked! Very well fucked!" He laughed, a low, sensual chuckle, so unlike his insane giggle. Dom grew rigid at the sound, and moved slightly to accommodate his burgeoning state. "Don't...waste time, dude! I want you...now! Oh, now! Please!" Dom gazed into blue eyes, and saw them fill with tears. "Lighe, don't rush me, love...I want to - taste..." Dom sank his head into Elijah's groin, and moaned at the sight that met his eyes. Swollen, and damp and quivering, and all for me, he thought, as Elijah moved his hips - and, moving past caressing lips, sank his shaft into Dom's throat. "I can't...I must...Oh, Sblom. I'm gonna...fuck! Fuck! God! Love!", gasped Elijah, as Dom inserted a well lubed finger into Elijah's body. Might as well stand in front of a train to stop it, as to try to slow Lighe down, Dom thought, as Elijah rose in his throat. The little throbs Lighe's cock always gave before he came, drove Dom insane, and Dom renewed efforts with lips and tongue. The minute Elijah had come, screaming his name, Dom filled him, caressed him, loved him. "Oh, Lighe...love! I...". Dom stopped thinking, and started crying. It was too much! Elijah was crooning love words beneath him, while Dom battered his way into heaven. He swore ever after that that night, he'd seen angels. He had, in the blue loving eyes beneath his own. Little pin pricks of light, dancing, just for him. "Lighe, babe - how many angels can you get on the head of a pin?" "Why, love?" "Just wanted to know" "Um, ten thousand, I think, dude - according to canon, y'know" Elijah kissed Dom softly. "You're my angel - my Sblomie!" Dom sighed. Yup! The fucking recipe will have to go! Nobody, not even Billy's auntie, is allowed to fuck with my lover. Only me! "Lighe - are you hungry?" "A little, Sblom. Could eat a sandwich, or something!" "As long as it's not soup, hey?" "Too right!" Dom put the chicken sandwich on the plate, and the recipe in the trash can - not without a little regret, certainly - but with resolve. Lighe or soup? No contest! Fuck it, Monaghan - your priorities are so admirable. Smiling, he took his lover his snack. |