Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: *Biting and scratching can cause bleeding and sometimes people like that.* Now if any part of this sentence bothers you, you may not want to read this.
Word Count: 2321
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. Still no profit being made.

Chapter 23
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"It's raining."

"Noooo." Dom replied sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, really. Just look.. Look riiight here." Pointing to the drop that was easing it's way down Dom's nose; Elijah brought his finger to the drip, catching it. Licking his lips ever so slightly, he gazed steadily at the drip as he brought it to his lips, careful not to drop it.

Without thinking about it, he snaked his tongue around his finger, savoring the unique, slightly salty flavoring that the droplet brought with it, instinctively letting out a low pleasure filled moan.

Dominic's mouth went dry. He swallowed hard a couple of times and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. Stepping closer, he reached for Elijah as wispy tendrils of fog crept over their feet. Broken briefly by their movement, it quickly reformed and continued twisting and twining up their legs unseen in the dark. A cold ghost of a breeze swept over them, creating shivers and drawing them closer but having no effect on the ever-shifting fog.

He vaguely heard Karl shout "speak friend and enter", and he was sure there was a response, but it was a garbled background noise. Dom did glance once more over at Viggo and Sean struggling with the hall door. He watched, mesmerized by the strobe effect of the lighting, as Orlando, laughing, took a step toward Karl and let his hand slip from Viggo's body.
With the next flash of light, instants later, Viggo had turned around and grabbed Orlando's arm. He was saying something to Orli, Dom could see Viggo's lips moving and then all went black again leaving only lingering images.

He turned back to find Elijah studying him; the lighting giving him a pale ethereal appearance. He trembled when his lover reached out and placed a cold, wet finger under his chin redirecting his gaze into the wide, deep shimmering pools of flickering lights that were Elijah's eyes. Watching the dancing sparkles swimming in the black depths made him feel hazy, dizzy, and a tiny part of his mind whispered that something wasn't right.

The air seemed thicker, almost fluid. He could barely hear the others, it was like they were off in the distance and there was some sort of white noise interfering.

He had completely lost sight of Viggo's torch. All he could see was Elijah's glowing face, mere inches from his own. It was as if his unblinking eyes were gazing into Dom's soul. As Dom was being drawn in by the lights flickering in Elijah's eyes, he had time to wonder where they were coming from only to realize they weren't lights, but pictures. Shapes even. He leaned closer; the lighted shapes changing colors, swirling. He felt Elijah's icy cold hands feather up his arms, resting on his shoulders as he pulled Dom closer.

As the lightening flashed Dom thought that what he saw next would stay with him for the rest of his life. The rain washed over Elijah's pale face. His eyes were all color and light, burning with intensity, with desire, with.. determination?

And something else...

But before Dom could figure out the something else, the tip of Elijah's tongue slipping out, slowly tracing blood red lips, drew his attention. As he watched the tongue retreated and Elijah smiled.

When asked later, Dom would swear that the strangely etched smile was the last thing he remembered.

He would never mention the way those ruby red lips pulled back over Elijah's beautiful white teeth to expose a most vicious jagged snarl before those lips claimed his own in a kiss that sucked the very air from his lungs. No, speaking of it would have made it real, better to leave it in the half remembered portion of his brain where it would be accessed from time to time to produce gut wrenching nightmares. At those times he would wake in a cold sweat, heart pounding, too frightened to even reach for the lamp, but at least then he could assure himself that it wasn't real.

Elijah's lips were so cold that they burned where they touched him. When he opened his mouth Dom followed suite without question. He felt as if he had no control over his body at all, it moved according to Elijah's will. When Elijah pushed his tongue into Dominic's mouth it brought with it a building, radiating, searing heat that spread throughout his body.

It wasn't until a twig brushed his leg that Dom even realized he was walking. Elijah was guiding him, pushing him back and he could only move along helplessly with the wet grass and weeds brushing along his legs.

They were both already soaked when Dom found himself being pushed to the ground. He barely noticed the drenching rain, as the man on top of him shielded his face. The soppy wet grass under him felt soft and comforting. It felt as if he were wrapped in a warm cocoon with only the sensations of that hot body on top of him.

Only then did the driving younger man withdraw his tongue and break the kiss. Lifting his head just enough to gaze down at Dom.

A single word, deep and guttural slipped from his lips.

"Yesss..."

Then he leaned back, grabbing Dom's shirt in the center of his chest with both hands and ripped it open like it was made of paper. Then he slowly lowered himself back down, taking special care to press his thigh hard between Dom's legs.

As the pressure increased, the sensations went from pleasurable to painful. Dom started struggling only to find it increased the discomfort. Laying limp and panting, he felt the tip of Elijah's hot little tongue just barely lapping at his shoulder quickly followed by soft, luscious, lips pressing gently and sucking upon his flesh.

A stabbing white pain shot through Dom as he felt Elijah's teeth slowly sinking in. Elijah's hand clamped tightly over Dom's mouth, muffling the cry before it even reached his lips.

Dom bucked and jerked in an effort to dislodge him. Elijah released his bloody shoulder with a suckling pop and snarled in his ear. "I thought you liked to play rough, or is Viggo the only one good enough for you?"

Dom tried to sit up and pushed against Elijah's chest. "Get off of me! What the hell has gotten into you?"

Elijah didn't budge.

"I could ask you the same question Dommie," Elijah first purred, then his voice changed pitch, dropping, "and if we were talking about the games you played with Viggo then the list would be quite long now wouldn't it? Did you draw any lines with him the way you do me? Was there anything you wouldn't do or did you always let him have his way with you?"

"It wasn't like that!"

"What was it like, Dommie? Did. He. Make. You. Scream?"

Dom felt a shiver course through him that had nothing to do with the rain, the mud, or his cold wet clothes.

"Lij, it.. we.. it wasn't.." Dom paused, trying to get his breath. The air seemed thick and he felt as if he was suffocating. "I told him, Lij." He gasped for air. "I told him, what to do to me." His voice turned to barely above a whisper; "He only did what I told him to. Me, it was all me."

"So you like pain?" Elijah brought his knee harder against Dom's groin and wrapped his icy cold fingers around Dominic's wrists. "I can give that to you." Elijah hissed before sinking his teeth into Dom's ear lobe.

Arching his back as every muscle in his body tensed; Dom drew a jagged breath. He released it without screaming and panted his way through the pain. When the bite turned into a gentle sucking, he was finally able to find his voice. "Take me. Make me yours, please."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," was the whispered response.

Faster than the lightening flashing through the sky, Elijah jerked Dom's hands up and pinned them to the ground just before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his other shoulder.

He tensed beneath Elijah and hissed as he rode the wave of pain that bordered on the edge of ecstasy. Wisps of fog slithered over Dom's wrists where Elijah's hands held them firm. Stroking his palms as it swirled over his fingers, it felt like slips of silk being lightly drawn across his skin.

Elijah moved slowly down his body, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in his wake. His hands drifted, fluttered, scratched and pinched their way to Dom's nipples.

Taking the tender little nipple between his knuckles, Elijah squeezed hard, sending bright, sharp stabbing pains of desire straight to Dom's hardening cock.

Dom had lost the battle with rational thought. When he realized he could not move his hands he didn't even wonder what Lija might have used to tie him with. He never gave a second thought as to what happened to his pants. His mind was preoccupied by feelings and sensations that made everything else seem unimportant.

He felt the heat radiating from Elijah's mouth before his satin smooth lips wrapped around his cock. Never before had he felt anything quite like the molten lava that engulfed him as Elijah took him deeper until finally brushing his nose in the soft bed of curls he found there.

Dominic struggled briefly, trying to pull away from the furnace that felt like it was eating him alive, but there was no where to go. It seemed as if he was caught in one of those chinese finger traps where the harder you try to pull out, the tighter it gets.

Elijah raked his nails down Dom's chest. Digging into the soft skin as they moved smoothly down his chest and over his hips, stopping only when they reached the inside of his thighs.

Unseen in the dark, the scent of the blood left in the wake of the scratches struck Elijah's nose clear and harsh. A hunger, born deep within and primal in nature, grew in response to the coppery scent.

Dom's throbbing need all but forgotten, Elijah pulled away from his cock and dived on the droplets of blood scattered along the scratches.

Elijah took his time slowly tasting and savoring as he worked his way back to Dom's shoulder. He placed his soft warm lips gently over the rough tear left by his teeth, causing Dom to shiver as Elijah's tongue teased at the wound. Without warning he began to viciously suck, trying to draw as much of the sweet tasting fluid as he could.

The searing pain shot straight though his shoulder, wrapping itself around his throat and choking him. His breath locked in his chest, Dominic couldn't even scream when the reality of the situation crashed in on him.

The lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a strangely distorted male form with Elijah's face snarling at him. Closing his eyes to block the images Dom began to struggle. It was then that he realized that his legs as well as his arms had been completely immobilized. His clothes were shredded or missing, he had no idea where his shoes had gone, and he felt like he was sinking into the cold, wet mud.

Elijah sank his teeth in deeper, searching for more blood. The bone splintering pain surged through Dom and he tried to scream. A hand, slapped down hard over his mouth, muffled the sounds.

"I will give you what you want." A much deeper version of Elijah's voice snarled in his ear.

Elijah had no problem moving Dominic's legs, and forcefully shoved his knees to his chest. Dom watched through the strobe affect of the storm raging around them. He saw Elijah hold his legs in place as the wispy fog began to twine around his calves and knees until he was again immobilized. He saw it, but his mind refused to accept it. When his lover began to force his way into Dominic's body with no preparation, no lube; any thoughts regarding the creeping fog were buried.

Dom could only gasp at the prickling burn of penetration, skin dragging against skin. He tried to force himself to relax as each thrust brought Elijah deeper into his body.

When he was fully sheathed within Dom, Elijah leaned over his face and purred "You are so damnably tight, Dommie, so hot.. soo.. sinfully delicious." The last words rolling off his tongue.

With no warning he began to pound Dom fast, deep, and hard. Wrapping long cold fingers around the other man's cock and squeezing tightly.

Dommie hardly noticed. The sensation being created as Elijah slammed rapidly against his prostate was taking precedence. He felt his orgasm building, felt the tingle.. the energy pooling. Elijah changed the angle of his hand, sinking his nails into the tender flesh, he drug them from the base to the head of Dom's erection.

Dom let out a deep husky cry, as he came with such intensity that it wiped out everything else. The roaring of the blood in his ears, the wind and rain, the howling of the wolves, it all swam at the edge of his perception. He was floating high, then felt himself coming down, gasping for breath, light-headed and weak, like all the strength had been pulled from his body.

He felt himself sliding into the dark and let the exhaustion lead him. The last thing he heard before passing completely out was the maniacal laughter emanating from the man with his cock buried deep within Dom.

The laughter died away and the only sounds were the steady hum of the drenching rain and the crashing rumbles of thunder. The water rushing over him seemed to rinse away the tension and strain as Elijah visibly relaxed and slumped over on top of Dom.

~Continued~