Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Pairing: This chapter D/V, O/V
Rating: R
Warnings:Bondage, hurt/comfort - does that need a warning?
Word Count: 1359
Disclaimer:This is fiction. A figment of my abused imagination. Not true, and no profit being made.

Chapter 9
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The room was lit with candles, dozens of candles. All kinds of colours and shapes, ranging from a candelabra on the dresser in front of the mirror, to tiny tea lites on the side tables. On every surface, even on the floor around the bed.

The bed.. The sheets were dark, deep dark blue.. almost black. The contrast was startling, how bright your skin looked against them. Those candles were casting a soft glow, creeping shadows..

Of course, all you can really see are your arms, if you turn your head back and forth. Being tied face-down on the bed kinda limits your line of vision. That's alright, most of the time your eyes are closed anyway.

You wait..

Pulling lightly against your restraints..

You hear movement just before the paddle strikes, again. You close your eyes..

You feel the mattress dip as he sits beside you. The first touch of his hand to your stinging, tender flesh causes you to flinch.

A soft touch.. soothing.. cool.. lightly stroking..

You feel him as he leans in closer, right next to your ear.. his hot, wet, tongue darts out quickly, flicking your ear lobe, then a broad swipe up, he breaths your name..

"Dominic.."

It just rolls across his tongue. A shiver runs through your body. You can feel him smile against your skin.

"Dominic.. Tell me."

"What?" It comes out like a whimper and you are instantly embarrassed.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Fuck me."

"Anything else?"

"Let me come."

"Wise that you remembered this time, I may not be so generous as last time."

"Yes. Th..thank you."

"Well, you did beg so.. beautifully."

"You, you thought I was beautiful?"

"You are always beautiful. Picture perfect, Darling."

You feel the heat that runs through your body as you blush at the compliment, no one ever calls you bea.. and then you get it.

"Where you taking pictures?"

"Dominic.. I am always taking pictures with my mind, I have a photographic memory. Part of me will always remember you like this. Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes."

His hand slides under you and he lifts your hips, a pillow is placed there.

His hands push your legs apart and he climbs between them. Waiting. You feel the cold glob of gel when it hits your lower back, slowly sliding down the cleft between your red, tender cheeks.

You feel his hands when he scoops it up and begins to probe you roughly with it. While one hand brutally made quick work of stretching you the other was gently stroking your back. Again the contrast strikes you. "This is what I will remember", You think, "the stark differences".

When he breaches you, the force so great, the shackles around your ankles are the only things that kept your head from slamming into the headboard.

This can't be happening, not again. No. No! "NO!"

"Dom!"

"Dom!"

"Come on.. Wake up!"

"Elijah?"

"Yeah, it was a dream, that's all."

"No, not a dream, a.." He caught himself before he said "Memory".

Elijah waited for him to continue.

"I've had thisss.. dream before. That was actually the good part, it was about to get worse. But, it's just a dream."

"The same dream.?"

"Pretty much. Look, I really don't want to talk about it, so, why don't we just go back to sleep, ok?"

Elijah had to wonder if he should try to push for more or accept this. "Damn", he thought, "No wonder I'm so bad at relationships."

Dom could read it on his face. He pulled him close and whispered, "This time, you should just let it go."

"You sure?"

"Let's go to sleep."

They lay there for a few minutes.

"Sean and Billy are coming today."

"I know, go to sleep."

A few minutes later..

"Dom?"

"Go to sleep."

"I was just thinking about Viggo's gathering."

"Don't."

"I feel a little scared."

"It's just a party."

"Just a party; at Viggo's house; that he has been preparing for months now."

"When you say it like that you make it sound so creepy."

"Well?"

"Go to sleep, Elijah, it is just a party."

"I just have a bad feeling about all of this."

"Viggo really gets to you, doesn't he?"

"His pictures get to me, not Viggo. Besides, you were the one having the nightmare, not me."

"Let's just go to sleep."

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A picture of innocence. Sitting in the middle of the bed. Bright eyed, and smiling. His hair, a curly mess, still tangled from sleep. His chest was bare and given a gold tone by the light from the lamp. Dark green sheets were bunched loosely around his waist. It was there that the appearance of innocence ended as the top of his cock peeped out of the sheets. He flipped over another picture.

"You like those pictures." It wasn't a question. The voice so soft spoken it sounded like a purr.

For an instant Orli thought, "This is how a lion sounds before it pounces on its mate."

He looked up at Viggo, smiling, and nodded his head.

In three long strides he left the bathroom doorway, dropped the towel from his waist, and reached the bed. He crept up the foot toward Orlando, who started giggling.

"What's so funny?" He took the pictures from Orli and set them in the box. Orlando placed the top on it and leaned back.

"You look like a lion after his mate." More giggles.

"Ok."

The giggles stopped abruptly as he inhaled sharply.

"Turn over."

Orli moved slowly from his nest to a hands and knees position. He felt his lover's hands gently holding his hips.

"The mighty lion doesn't use lube when he mates." This was all the warning Orlando got.

Viggo's hands moved quickly over Orlando's ass, probing into his creases and spreading his cheeks.
The trembling man on his knees felt the tongue lightly touching..
Licking..
Working it's way down..

He felt the wet muscle circle his entrance, lightly pressing and Orlando could only moan.
Licking, pressing, touching, probing, Viggo knew exactly what to do to his younger lover and he proceeded to do it all. By the time he gained entrance and pressed up against that bundle of nerves, Orli was already a withering wreck and trembling from need.

"I think the mighty lion has prepared his lioness."

He knew Viggo said something but all that registered was the loss of contact, the loss of his breath on his wet sensitive skin and "Did he call me a girl?"

Viggo grabbed his hips hard.

"I will now claim my mate!"

Orlando howled when Viggo took him in one hard thrust. Slamming against him with all his strength, the younger man's elbows gave way under the assault and he found himself face down against the mattress. Viggo was pulling him forcibly back into each thrust.

He let go of one hip to reach around him, stroking him hard and fast, in time to the blows. His fist sliding down his cock, slamming hard into the hair at the base as he rammed into him from behind. The sensations from the harsh movements between his legs left him whimpering.

He didn't even notice the other hand slide up his side and around his chest. The shock was so sudden when his lover jerked him into an upright position that the room spun and he screamed when he came.

Viggo growled as he came moments later, holding the limp man tightly to his chest.

Slowly Orli lifted his weak arms and rested them over Viggo's. Other than that movement, they stood perfectly still, on their knees in the middle of the bed joined so intimately. A few minutes later they collapsed together onto the bed as one, their breathing slowly returned to normal and they came down from their high.

"You ok Babe?"

"Yeah.. Dizzy." The younger man replied with a giggle.

Minutes ticked by..

"Vig?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you call me a girl?"

"Trust me, you are all man. A man's man."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I love you, Vig"

"I love you too, Orli."

~Continued~