Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Word Count:4056
Warning:bondage, and mentions of drug use, maybe..
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I don't know the characters and am making no claims about their personal lives. No profit being made.

Chapter 6
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Dominic was absently running his hand up and down Elijah's back as they sat together on the sofa. Absorbed in his own dark thoughts, Dom was barely conscious of the other man. Memories, not just harmless thoughts. Even when time has passed and all else healed, memories are always there, waiting to torture you.

He was aburptly jerked from his thoughts when Elijah leaned in and placed a wet, sloppy, kiss right on his neck.

"Hey!"

Elijah kissed him again, sucking, and licking, moving toward his ear.

"I take it you're feeling better? Or maybe the alcohol is kicking in?"

"Listen. " He breathed between sucking Dom's ear lobe and licking his ear.

"Hmmm, what?"

"I.. have.. an idea." He breathed the words into Dom's ear. His hand was starting to slide under his shirt. Reaching Dom's nipple he pinched it, rolling the tip between his finger and thumb.

Dom inhaled sharply. "I can see you do."

"Nooo, the Viggo problem."

"You are thinking about Viggo?"

"Yes.. No.. You know."

"But,” He gasped as Lija started rubbing the rapidly hardening bulge through his jeans. "But.. " He tried again; Lija increased the pressure on his pants, while his other hand pulled Dom closer. His lips and tongue brushing lightly over his ear.


"Dammit." Was all Dom could managed.

"What?" Elijah's breath ghosting against his ear.

"I think.. um.. I, well.. I forget."

Elijah moved to his neck kissing and nipping, flicking his tongue occasionally.

"Right, okay.. Oh, yeah!" He pushed Elijah back. "You said something about Viggo. Christ Lij, I can't think when you do that!"

"I know." Elijah had a wicked grin on his face. He got up off the couch. "Come on Dom, race ya upstairs!" He bolted.

"Dammit, Elijah!" He reached into his pants to reposition himself and took off after the younger man as quickly as possible.


Elijah already had his shirt off and was sitting on the bed. He had his pants around his ankles and was prying his shoe off with the toes of his other foot. Dom sat down on the bed beside him.

Elijah had mastered the shoe, shed the pants, and was now working on his socks.

"Elijah, What do you have on your mind? Because I am absolutely not going to have sex talking about Viggo." It struck a nerve with Dom. He knew Elijah had been with Viggo, hell, at one point or another, they all had. Right up until Vigs bagged the Elf. After that, Viggo wasn't interested in anyone else.

Viggo had been good in bed, very good and very kinky. He had also known all sort of tricks, pressure points and positions, after a night with Viggo, you knew you had been fucked. After a night with Viggo, no one else would ever measure up. There was no way he could talk about the man while pounding Elijah.

"Work with me here, I'm trying to make a point." Elijah said it as he pushed Dom back onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. After he got Dom's shirt open he gently stroked his chest. Leaning over he ran his tongue around his nipple, then caught it in his teeth causing Dom to hiss. He let go, then kissed and sucked at the brown nub. The whole time his hands wandering, exploring.

Dom reached up to stroke Lija's back. Lija let go of his nipple and sat up. "No, like this." Grabbing Dom's arms, he lifted them over his head.

"Handcuffs" flashed through Dom's mind. "No! Hell, no!" Dom began to struggle against him.

"Dominic...” Elijah said in a sexy sultry voice, while looking as innocent as he could. The contrast was frightening.

"Just relax, Dommie..." His hands slid down his arms, and then he placed one hand on each side of Dom's face. He leaned over to kiss him, gently brushing his lips, then harder. He pressed his tongue in and began a total exploration.

Dom wrapped his arms around his lover; Elijah began to grind against his jeans. He ran his hand down Dom's side to the waist of his pants and began to work at the buttons. One handed, he got them open and between the two of them, and a bit of fumbling, Dom's jeans soon hit the floor.

Elijah began to tongue his navel, while moving his hand lower. He fluttered his fingers on the head of Dom's cock, a feather light sensation. Then he wrapped his hand around it and began gliding up and down on the silky skin.

"Elijah," Dom sighed deeply, "This isn't going to work."

"It's working just fine." Lija purred, as they both paused to look at his very hard, throbbing dick.

Elijah smiled. "That has a mind of it's own." Dom pointed out, before he continued. "You said this had something to do with Viggo. I want to hear what it is now, not during."

"Alright, if you insist." Still stroking Dom, he began to hump against his leg with his own painfully hard cock. He bent toward Dom's nipple, licking his lips.

Dom put one hand against Lija's shoulder, stopping him. "You were saying?"

Elijah sighed, "With those pictures, he has a sort of control over us, right?" Still eyeing Dom's nipple.

"We tried to get them, remember when Orli was living with him? He said he looked everywhere and couldn't find them."

"And you believe him?"

"Orli would not lie to us! Viggo had pictures of him too, by then."

"Dom, Orlando wasn't just living with Viggo, he was fucking him. Do you really think he would have messed things up with Viggo to help us? You do remember what fucking Viggo was like, don't you?"

"Viggo has pictures of him, too! Remember how embarrassed he was, he wouldn't even talk about it."

"The ones he took of Orlando were different than the ones he took of us."

"You saw them?"

"No,” Elijah was looking Dom in the face now, "He loves Orli. He didn't take any pictures of him at that party and he wouldn't let anyone near Orlando. He was the first man to take Orli to bed, Orlando told us that himself. If Vigs has pictures of him, they aren't like ours."

Elijah started pumping Dom's cock harder. His other hand kneading his balls.

"Elijah, what is your point, what are you suggesting?"

"I think you know what I'm suggesting here."

"Fucking?"

"Duh."

"Viggo?"

"Of course not, you."

"I told you, I'm not talking Viggo while we fuck."

"Maybe a trade?"

"There is nothing you can trade that will get me to discuss Viggo during sex!"

Elijah shook his head. "We need something to trade Viggo for those pictures."

"Well, short of kidnapping Henry or Orlando, I can't think of a damn thing."

"We gotta get Sean and Billy here, put our heads together. It's time we did something."

"Whatever it is, we don't want to piss him off."

"Hmmm." Was all he said as he went down on Dominic. Taking the head of his cock in his hand, flicking his thumb back and forth across the top.

"Elijah!"

He looked up at him and smiled. "Discussion over." Then he went back to work.

Elijah's hand feathered across Dom's thigh to cup his balls. Tracing his tongue up and down the sides of his cock as he gently massaged him. Dom began thrusting his hips, trying to get into his mouth.

"Be still." Elijah grabbed his hips to pin him down. He positioned himself between Dom's legs and smiled up at him.

Dominic propped himself up on his elbows, "Look, screw the foreplay, I wanna fuck you now!"

"Enjoy the foreplay, cause I'm doing the fucking tonight." Elijah grinned wickedly, then began an all out assault on his cock.

He dropped back onto the bed and grabbed for Elijah's hair. Holding onto his head as he went up and down, using that talented tongue.

When Lija pulled back, Dom gasped for breath. Had he even been breathing? He wasn't sure.
Elijah rolled over and grabbed for the tube on the table.

"Damn!" He slung the empty tube across the room. "I forgot we used the last of it.. " He opened the drawer and began to rummage. He finally found what he was looking for just as the drawer fell out hitting the floor and spilling an odd assortment of pens, papers, old unused condoms, and an odd accumulation of junk.

"Found it!" He held the lube up for Dom to see.

"Don't lose the cap this time."

Elijah shot him a glance before resuming his position between his legs. "That only happened once." He squeezed the gel onto his finger and shoved it into Dom.

Dom jumped, "Hey, that shit's cold.. " He trailed off as Lija began an in, out motion and then inserted a second finger. A whole lot of preparation really wasn't necessary.

"Not cold for long." He replied, curling his fingers and stroking Dom's prostate, causing him to buck.

Then he just stopped. Elijah got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser.

"What are you doing?" He whined from the bed.

"You'll see." He came back to the bed holding something behind his back. "Close your eyes." Elijah purred at him.

Dom just stared at him. Elijah was in a strange mood tonight.

"Work with me here." He pleaded with Dom.

Against his better judgement, he closed his eyes.

"No peeking." Elijah climbed on the bed, straddling his waist. He lifted one of Dom's hands and brought it to his mouth. He gently kissed his wrist, then his palm. Turning his hand over, he kissed the back of his hand. Next he took each finger, one at a time, into his mouth and slowly sucked on them as he pulled them from his mouth. He then placed his hand over his head and repeated the motion with his other hand. When he finished sucking the last finger, he placed this hand next to the other on the pillow.

The next thing Dom knew, he heard, and felt the snap of handcuffs.

"Elijah, you know how I feel about this!" His fingers searching for the release button on the cuffs.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Viggo ruined it for you."

"Stop it with Viggo, ok? I just don't like it." Where was that damn release?

"Mmhmmm," he his only response. Elijah got off the bed and walked back to the dresser, returning with a scarf. He stood there smiling down at Dom. "Blindfold?"

Dom was looking up at the handcuffs attached to the headboard as he tried in vain to locate the release with his fingers.

Elijah laid the scarf over his eyes and tried to tie it. Dom began to thrash his head back and forth. "Stop it!"

"Maybe a gag instead."

"Elijah, I'm serious!"

He tossed the scarf to the floor and climbed back between Dom's legs. Grabbing his cock, he began to rapidly fist him as he twirled his tongue around the head.

"Where's the goddamn release?" He screamed at Lija as he pushed him away with his feet. Dom could feel panic rising in his throat.

Elijah stopped. "There isn't one." He calmly stated.

"Please tell me you have a key." He growled.

"Of course."

"Where did you get these things?"

"You don't want to know."

"Did you get these from Viggo?" Dom was seething.

"Of course, not. I just wanted to torment you some. Calm down."

"Ha, fucking, ha. Very funny. Let. Me. Go." Pausing between each word, Dom fought for composure.
"Get the key, get the key, now!"Panic had nearly taken over, he half expected to see Viggo coming through the door.

As Elijah just sat there, looking at him, Dom began to frantically pull against the restraints.

Elijah sighed; he reached up to cup the side of Dom's face with his hand. "Calm down, Luv, before you hurt yourself." His thumb stroking his cheek. "Nothing, I repeat, nothing, that you and I ever do in this bedroom will ever have anything to do with Viggo. You understand?"

Dom stopped struggling when Elijah touched his face; he lay there listening to his soothing voice.

"It's ok, just lay still, I'll get the key." He walked over to the dresser and returned with it. He sat down on the side of the bed, held the key where Dom could see it; "You want me to unlock them?"

Dom slowly nodded his head without saying a word.

"Oh, baby! It's not like that." Throwing himself across Dom's chest, he held him. "You can speak, we aren't playing that sort of game." He kissed him gently on his shoulder then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs.

Dom jerked his hands down and began rubbing his wrists, eyeing Elijah suspiciously.

"Dom, do you trust me?"

"What kind of question is that, Lij?"

"Do. You. Trust. Me?"

"Of course."

"If you trust me, if; then this could be fun. I tie you up, and all you have to do is lay there and let me pleasure you." He locked eyes with Dominic. " I would never hurt you, never humiliate you, do you trust me?"

Dom couldn't answer him. His mind was racing. Where was Elijah going with this? What was his point? What was the connection to Viggo? Why now, all of a sudden, was he interested in bondage?

"We trusted Viggo, and he, well, I can't say took advantage, because we were willing. But he did go too far, and he took pictures of it."

"I was drunk out of my mind." Dom mumbled as a blush crept up his neck. "Besides, you trusted Viggo too, and I don't exactly see any dogs around here to break you of your fears."

"That wasn't trust, it was alcohol, lust, and you know how convincing Viggo can be. The thing I have about dogs doesn't affect our sex life." He paused to find the right way to say it. "You never told me exactly what.. You never talk about the pictures he took," Elijah spoke quietly.

"You neither."

"It's embarrassing." Just thinking about it, Elijah couldn't look him in the face.

"Exactly." Dom studied Elijah's face as he sat there looking at the floor. Taking a deep breath, he began.. "There were hand cuffs, ankle restraints, a collar, a ball gag, chains attached to everything, two dildos, at the same time, in the same place, and his favorite toy, the cock ring. Do you really want me to go into this?"

"No."

"There's more, The dildos vibrated, and one of the chains came right across my cock. Tightening with any movement. I mentioned that damn cock ring, right? Well, he's taking pictures the whole time and readjusting the dildos while he has me tied up on the floor. With the gag I couldn't even ask him to stop. After he took close ups of the tears on my face, he undid the gag. Do you know what he said? Do you?"

Elijah just shook his head.

"With this deep sexy voice he says 'Are you ready to come for me ,Dom?' Like.. Like he knew I was enjoying this the whole time. He never even took his clothes off, he just went to a whole lot of trouble to get me off so he could photograph it. I could only nod my head, by then. So he starts sucking me off, pulled out one of the dildos and starts fucking me with the other. Then he yanked off the cock ring and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I saw stars. It was humiliating and degrading, I was reduced to tears and begging; and enjoyed the hell out of it, while he photographed every detail. There is still more if you want to hear it all."

They sat there looking at each other.

"Well, what about you? You and Sean that is."

"It was before us."

"I know that."

"I was stupid. I thought he wanted me. I did whatever he or Viggo asked me to do to impress him. He was drunk, more so than me. Viggo was the one giving directions.. And taking pictures."

"Sean felt bad, later. We talked about it, before we ever saw the pictures. He said that up until that night he had been chasing after Viggo. He was just trying to make him jealous. He said that when he saw the way Viggo looked at Orli that he just knew. So he got wasted. I was there and it was a real trip for his ego, and, I guess, he was trying to show Viggo the same things I was trying to show him. He didn't even remember most of it. Neither did I. Not until I saw those damn pictures."

This talk should have happened along time ago. The most ironic part of the whole thing; it was Viggo's pictures that brought them together. After Viggo had shown Elijah his pictures, Elijah had turned to Dom, in tears, for comfort. The humiliation of the pictures, in Viggo's hands, and Viggo's reaction to them. They had never really delved into the content of said pictures, just the effects that they had caused.

"Do you want to know more? You were there in the living room for most of it. I really don't remember alot after we went upstairs. Just what I saw in the pictures."

"No. Not about the pictures. I just have two questions." Dom reached for Elijah's hand before continuing. "Other than that night, have you ever been with Viggo?"

"Yeah, once. He invited me to dinner; I was flirting with him, He said, "You don't want to be doing that, boy." I had some snappy come back. He grabbed me, pulled my pants down, threw me across his lap and.. spanked me. Then he bent me over the table and.. did things, with his hands and his tongue. I came without him even laying a hand on my dick. Then he used my cum as lube and fucked me hard. When he was done, he pushed me away, and said, "Are you satisfied, now?" Then he sat down and finished eating. Told me to eat my dinner before it got cold. After dinner, he showed me to the door." Elijah sighed deeply; "I didn't know what to think. What about you?"

"Yeah..we had been out drinking. He gave me a ride home. On they way I started running my hand up and down his leg, you know? Well, he pulled the car over, drug me out pushed me down over the boot of the car and fucked me. Then he said, "Now, will you keep your hands to yourself?" Just left me laying there. Got back in the car and told me to hurry up. It was really weird, like he was just doing something he had to. If he had just picked my hand up and moved it, he would have accomplished the same thing, and I wouldn't have been anywhere near as sore the next day. The man is well hung, almost makes me feel sorry for Orli."

Elijah looked at him, "You said you had two questions, that was one."

"Why do you think he did it?"

"Why did he take the pictures, or why did he fuck us if he really didn't want to?"

"The pictures." Dom replied, "I really don't understand it."

"Orlando."

"Huh?"

"I have given this alot of thought, Dom. He wanted to scare Orli away from us. He was practically a virgin, remember? He had been with a few girls, but never a guy, and I'm not even sure about the girls. He was just beginning to accept the fact that he was attracted to guys, Viggo particularly. He was flirty with everybody. He didn't even know how to approach Viggo. Before that party, he used to talk to me about it. I was closest to him in age. It wasn't long after that party that he and Viggo got together."

"Viggo really has a thing for bondage, doesn't he?" Dom said it with a grimace. "Do you think he does that to Orli? Imagine if that were your first guy. All you knew about sex, you learned from him?"

"No, Vig was always so.. sweet to him. You know.. gentle, kind. It made me feel like.. like I was a whore. Like, I wasn't good enough."

"Elijah, you are not a whore. Viggo never bothered to really get to know you. Besides, it's just that he wanted Orli. If you are right, he just wanted to make sure none of us got in his way."

"Well, he got Orli, so what is the point in those pictures now?"

"I don't know, control, maybe."

"Which is why we can't let him continue to control us."

"He doesn't."

"The handcuffs, Dom."

"Elijah, I just don't know."

"It would be fun. You trust me, right?"

"You know I do."

"You just lay there, I would do everything. Let me pleasure you."

Dom thought about it. He did trust him. "Alright."

"Alright?" Elijah grinned.

"Yes, but the ones with the safety release. You have had them long enough, we might as well use them."

Elijah jumped up and ran to the dresser. He returned to the bed smiling from ear to ear. "Are you sure, Dom? If you don't want to.."

"I'm sure. I would do anything for you."

"Same here, lover."

Before long, Dom was once again handcuffed to the headboard. Elijah was kissing him with all he had to give. When he broke away from Dom's swollen lips he began kissing his neck, next was his collarbone as Lija worked his way lower.

Soon he was fisting his captive's cock while he sucked on a nipple. Slowly, tenderly licking and kissing him.

It was kind of fun. Elijah was in charge and all he had to do was lay there and enjoy it. He knew Lija wouldn't pull out a cock ring or nipple clamps. No dildos or duct tape either... Yeah, trust can be a big fucking word.

Before long he was back between his legs, pressing against him with his hard lubed cock. He leaned over and kissed him as he slowly slipped inside. Dom hissed through clinched teeth.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just a little, keep going."

He began to push farther, until their bodies were flush together. Then he began to pull out, getting a gentle rhythm going. Slow at first, then faster, and harder, striking Dom's prostate with every thrust. Dom was pulling against the handcuffs, back arched, thrashing his head from side to side, cursing and moaning. Elijah was fisting his cock in time to the thrusts, getting closer and closer. The only sounds were the squeak of the bed, their labored breathing, and the moans coming from Dom as Lija stroked that sensitive area inside.

"Harder.. Faster.." Dom gasped the words. Elijah never took his eyes off of him. Watching for any sign that he should stop.

"Oh, fuck, Elijah!" Dom cried out as he thrust hard into his hand, splattering cum between them, the intensity was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Elijah slammed harder, and faster until he reached his own completion and gasped.. "Viggo!" As he broke into exhausted giggles and collapsed on top of Dom.

"Very, very, very funny. Good thing I'm tied down."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"Man, that is so wrong."

"You know what I mean." He chuckled as he reached up to undo the handcuffs.

Once free, Dom smacked him upside his head.

"See Dom, Viggo and his pictures don’t control us."

"Oh good, I guess we'll work on your fear of dogs next." Dom was laughing now.

"Forget it man, no dogs! Or horses either..." He barely whispered the last part.

"What?"

"Nevermind, I'll just get a washcloth to cleaned us up." Elijah padded out of the room leaving Dom to wonder what Viggo would want just to let him see Elijah's pictures.

Viggo. The man was an enigma. One Dom didn't think he would ever figure out.. or forget. He couldn't tell Elijah about the other times he had been with Viggo. There was no way he could make him understand.

~Continued~