Devil to PayPart 26Dom put down his pen, and sighed. "I think I'll finish it there, Lighe." He looked over at the man, lying comfortably in the hammock, and smiled. "Thank God for that!" he said with feeling. Elijah got up, wobbling precariously as he did so, and, finding his feet, padded over to the small table where Dom sat, grinning at him. "Where did you finish it, love? May I look?" Dom pushed the papers toward him. "Of course you can...and I finished it at an exciting point in last nights proceedings, if you must know, you nosey bastard." Elijah scanned through the portion he had not yet read quickly - his dark head bent, his usually benign face intense. As he turned over the last page, he smiled, wryly. "Sure hope that's the end of it all, Sblom", he sighed, reaching his hand across the small table, and grasping Dom's gently. "Won't be finished until the fat lady sings - not that Dr Angelino is either fat, or a lady, kiddo. Fuck, I do hope this afternoon brings some good news for us, Lighe. From Switzerland as well as the doc." Elijah glanced at the clock. "The appointment isn't until two fifteen, Dom. I'll get us some lunch." Dom shook his head. "Not for me, love. Not now. Couldn't." Elijah walked round the table and put his hands on Dominic's shoulders. "Boiled egg and soldiers?" he whispered into his lover's hair. "My God, Lighe...you know how to tempt a man! Yes, sure, I think I could manage that." Dom reached up and patted Elijah's hand. "Go to it." *** Two hours later, sitting in Dr Angelino's pristine clinic, Dom regretted the egg. It repeated itself insistently, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Elijah was reading a magazine - or at least affecting to read it. Dom noticed he hadn't turned a page in ten minutes. The receptionist came over and apologised profusely. The doctor had been stuck in traffic, and it would be a few minutes before he returned from lunch. One of the doctor's assistants came over to them. "Mr Monaghan, Dr Angelino asked if I'd take you to be weighed and for the blood tests and other procedures, whilst he catches up on your notes. Would you come with me, please?" He got up, and with a nervous shrug, followed the young woman down the corridor. Elijah stood up, and wandered over to the pharmacy attached to the clinic. He needed a cold drink. He picked up two cans of coke from the chiller cabinet, and went to the assistant to pay. It was a young man, who smiled at him in a friendly way. Elijah had a thought. "And a...um...tube�er, two tubes of ..." -What the fuck is it called?- "um, Wet, please.� Elijah came out of the pharmacy clutching a plastic bag, with a satisfied grin on his face. Dom stuck his head around the corner, and beckoned him. Time for the doctor. *** "Hey, Lighe, slow down, mate! God in heaven!" Dom prised his mouth from the ravening maw that engulfed him, half laughing at the man attached to his body like a limpet, pressing him up against the corridor wall. "This isn't the safest place for a blow job, love. Someone will see us - wait until we get home...". The mouth descended again. The body that was trembling against his shook harder. "Can't!" said the strangled voice. "I want you...I've waited...please, Sblom." Elijah was thrusting against Dom's groin. The passion he felt threatened to overcome him, and he was a little frightened by it. All these weeks since Dom had been...hurt...he'd kept himself on a tight rein. Now the rein was loosened; News had come via Lausanne to Doctor Angelino - some fault in their home line, or something, Switzerland couldn't get through - Dom was clean, and the internal stitches had healed. Wonderful! The words had come out from the doctor's mouth and straight into Elijah's cock. Fuck, it was terrifying, the heat he felt thrumming through his veins and out of his pores. The urge to get his mouth around Dom was incredibly strong. Elijah rushed out of the doctor's room, and down the corridor, grasping Dom's hand and trying all the doors until he found an unlocked one. The janitor's room. Shoving Dom inside, he jammed a mop under the handle, and pounced on his lover. By now, Dom's cock was trying to thread itself through his navel, so he gave in. "Okay, Lij, let me..." "No!" Elijah reached a trembling hand down to Dom's zip, and released him. With a groan he fell on his knees, and gently kissed the arousal. "Fuck!" Dom moaned, touching Elijah's hair with both hands. "Fuck!" Elijah held Dom's cock firmly in one hand, and slipped the other one underneath to cradle the warm soft-skinned balls. Dom leant against the cupboard door in bliss. Elijah's tongue was reverently traversing the head, dipping into the eye, tasting the liquid that leaked from it. There was no energy left in Dom to protest. He was in Elijah's mouth at last. He gave himself up to sensation. Elijah was ecstatic. Finally, he had Dom between his lips. He remembered the nights when his mouth had yearned to do this; when he'd practiced on Dom's thumb so that he could get it right when he finally did it. When they became so aroused by the practise that they shivered against each other until they came. Elijah reached back, and ran an experimental finger down Dom's crack. Oh, God! It was then Dom realised. Fuck! "Lighe - stop it, love. Stop, now!" Dom reached down and grabbing Elijah's arms, pulled the trembling body up and held him tightly to his chest. "Dom... what the fuck...?" Elijah managed in a shaky tone, resting his head on Dom's shoulder. "Why'd you stop me? I was...it was...God!" Dom took Elijah's bent head in his hands, and pulled his face upwards so that he could look directly into his lover's eyes. "Lighe, love...this is our first time. Your first real time. I am fucking not having it happen in a bloody broom cupboard. I am not having it, Lighe. I want your first time to be beautiful. Beautiful for you... for us. D'you understand, love?" Dom stared into the puzzled eyes. He saw love there. Elijah smiled. "Well, could you at least...?", he asked, with a laugh in his voice, as he guided Dom's hand to his throbbing cock. Dom kissed him, and gripped him firmly. "Okay, as it's you!", he retorted, with a grin. *** They walked up the steps to their home hand in hand. The sun was sinking on the horizon, the evening sky dark with promises. They had gone from the clinic, and walked in the park - glad to be alive, glad and thankful that Dom was clean. Glad he had healed. That he was free from any physical taint from his ordeal. Glad they were together, and in love. So much to be thankful for. They had walked and talked and shared an ice on the wooden seat. They had kissed gently, when no one was looking. Not because they were ashamed to do so, but because it was private. Their love was theirs, not a sight for any chance passer-by to ogle, and descry. They had eaten dinner at their favourite Thai restaurant, and now they were home ...home at their little retreat far from prying eyes, hidden from unwanted gazes...two golden leaves in a forest of trees. Alone and contented. Soon they would go back to the world - join in with people, work, play, have fun, do...things. But not yet. Not yet. Just a few more weeks of bliss. Just a few more weeks of each other. Elijah opened the door, and stopped in his tracks. On the candle-lit table there was a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a vase of roses. "What the fuck...?" spluttered Elijah, looking at Dom in puzzlement. Dom smiled softly. "I asked Mac to pop in. He was in the area, he told me last night. I asked him to visit, but he said he wouldn't disturb our wedding night. At least he seemed sure of the outcome...the clinic, you know? Kind man!" Elijah took Dom's hands. "Wedding night?" Dom led Elijah to the sofa, and they sat down together. "Well, it is, isn't it? Tonight we have full sex...we consummate our union, as they say - don't we?" Elijah shuddered. "Yes, we do", he whispered, his lips damp on Dom's neck. "Fuck the champagne - let's go to bed!" Dom wondered, not for the first time, what magic could be conjured to make blue eyes look like pools of molten lava. But they did. They stood by their bed, naked, and gazed at each other as if for the first time. Elijah felt as if he was on fire. His nerve endings prickled. His skin needed Dom's hands on it. He needed Dom's skin on his. He needed...he needed... "Fuck, Dom! Please..." Elijah stepped forward and pulled Dom onto the bed. They fell in a tangled heap, laughing and breathless. Dom pressed Elijah onto the coverlet, and gazed at his face. Beautiful, beautiful man. My God, he was stunning like this - damp lipped, and heavy-eyed with desire. Freed from all restraint, now, Elijah had let himself be driven by his feelings. He wanted Dom with a passion akin to madness, but he didn't know *what* he wanted, - not yet. He ran his wiry little fingers across Dom's nipples, and followed their path with his mouth. Dom leaned over him, pressing his urgent body onto Elijah's. He had to feel him...touch him. Come in him...on him. Elijah was making such erotic sounds in the back of his throat, Dom thought he'd come just listening to him. He could hear "Oh, my God!" And "Fuck me, please!", but he didn't know how to respond. Did Elijah want him to...? "Lighe...?" The languorous eyes rose to meet his, and answered the unasked question. Then Elijah spoke softly, urgently..."anything you want, my Dom. Anything!" Dom pushed the comforter onto the floor. The pillows followed it. Elijah crawled off the bed onto the sheltering warmth of the quilt, and Dom, being practical, reached in the drawer of the nightstand at his side of the bed. Lube. Needed lube. Dom snuggled down beside Elijah, his cock pushing into his lover's thigh as he pulled him into a kiss, laving his lips with his tongue, watching the blueness of his eyes turn black as Elijah climbed to new heights. Elijah threw his arms around Dom's neck, and returned his embrace with fervour. God, he loved kissing Dom. Loved his taste...his smell...his...everything! They caressed each other's flesh desperately. The restraints that had held in their passion were washed away. They needed the closeness of their touching. Dom took Elijah's cock into his mouth and was rewarded by urgent, mewling cries. Inarticulate, primal, abandoned. Dom squeezed the lube onto his hand, and Elijah leaned into it, urging Dom's fingers deeper inside him with desperate sounds. Finally, Dom could wait no longer. He removed his hand. "I love you, my Lighe!", he breathed, as he pressed himself inward. "Oh! Oh!", Elijah breathed, as the sensation threatened to overtake him. "Kiss me! Kiss me! Dom! Sblom! Love!" Dom gazed at Elijah's face. Transported with joy, his love looked beyond humanly beautiful. Beyond words. Elijah could see tears gathering in Dom's eyes as he pressed in - so much love there. Dom leant forward to kiss him, his cheeks flushed and hot. "Love!" he breathed, and he neared his climax, thrusting into Elijah with careful force... "Love, don't come...please don't come. I want you in me...please don't..." Dom came with a shudder and the sound of his name on Dom's lips made Elijah mad with need; but he fought it. Fought the overpowering urge to touch himself, to come on Dom's skin, to mark him as his own, as Dom left Elijah's body with a deep sigh. Dom gripped Elijah and turned him so he was lying above Dom. He ran tender fingers over Elijah's face, touching lips, flushed skin, sweat and tears. "I want you in me, Lighe. I want you to wipe that bastard's memory from my body forever. I want it to be you I feel inside me...always you. This is what I want. You in me." Elijah reached for the tube. He knew, now, what to do. He watched Dom's face as he prepared him. Watched for any sign of fear or disgust, or pain...but there was none. Dom smiled tremulously up at him, wanting him...needing him, and as Elijah sank inside him, Dom knew he was home. He cried out, but the sound was one of joy, of thankfulness, of love. As their bodies moved, Dom couldn't take his eyes from Elijah's face, rapt in this moment of discovery. Complete with knowledge, fulfilled. And when his Lighe came inside him, with a shout and Dom's name on his lips like a prayer, Dom knew...it was Lighe he'd feel pressed to him. Lighe inside him. Lighe beneath him, Lighe, Lighe, Lighe. Only Lighe. Elijah felt the universe expand. He knew, now, why he had waited...waited for Dom, waited for love before he'd made this final, irrevocable commitment to the demands of his body. Why he'd given it up to Dom, who loved him, who'd sacrificed himself for him, who loved him. Because he could only give this gift ...his first time... once. Because he wanted Love to be the driving force behind it - not lust, but Love. And it had been...and it was. Lying in each others arms, kissing gently, tenderly...watching each other's sated faces with such joy, both men knew that wherever the future road took them, they were strong enough to cope. Love would triumph. Whatever life threw at them, they would survive it - enjoy the good, deal with the bad. They would walk the rest of life's journey, side by side - bound together by Love. |