Resident Pervert Series Part 4

Authors: Nessa T, Jeff McKay and Nick Carter
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo/Orlando, Viggo/Elijah
Special Appearance: Billy and Dom
Rating: NC-17

Dedication: For my OTP, Jeff and Nick.
Warning: Domestic abuse, Angst, Fluff (?)
Summary: Elijah gets initiated....
Beta Reader: None.

Notes: The naughty bits are contributed by Jeff and Nick. :) I love you guys so much. *hugs*

Fifteen Minutes Too Late...

It was another one of those days that started off no differently from the days before. The sun rose over the horizon as usual, basking the town in its light as the occupants stirred, getting ready for the new day. In the house at the distant corner of the street, a boy awoke in his bed to the sunrays that penetrated through his window, grumbling at the prospect of getting up and leaving behind his comfortable nest. He contemplated sleeping in a little longer, but his mother's footsteps at his door effectively changed his , ca, causing him to literally leap out of bed and hurriedly straighten the sheets.

A sharp rap upon the closed door made him jump although he had been prepared for it.

"Elijah, are you awake?" she called, her voice a little sharp with annoyance at his tardiness. The boy mentally berated himself for taking so long to get up today. He hoped that his Momma wasn't in a bad mood this morning or she'd definitely talk his ear off. Already the night before she had scolded him for mixing around with 'bad company', and a few quick pops of the belt across his ass had been delivered to drive her point across more effectively.

The 'bad company' in question was Dom, of course, who incidentally had been caught by the school mistress with pornography in his possession. An angry letter had been sent out to Dominic's parents, and their raised voices could be heard all the way across the narrow lane to the place where Elijah was eating dinner with his Momma. Momma in turn hadn't been pleased to know that Elijah had spent most of his time with Dominic that day and had come onto him faster than he could blink, grabbing his ear and cracking that belt across his backside while he yelled, cried, and carried on like he normally did.

"Elijah?" Momma said again, her voice rising this time in an unmistakable warning.

"Yes, Momma, I'm awake. I'm making the bed right now," he answered back, cocking his head a little to hear her move away from his door before heaving a sigh of relief.

A quick glance at the clock upon his dressing table told him that he had five minutes to get ready and head down to breakfast. In record time, he grabbed some clothes and rushed to the bathroo was wash up.

The interior of the washroom was old. Wallpaper peeled from the surface of crumbly stone and the tap roared in protest when he turned it on to fill his beaker with some water. He looked at himself in the mirror, watching those blue eyes stare back at him while he scrubbed his teeth, studying his red-rimmed eyelids sullenly as he massaged his ass with one hand all at the same time.

Jesus Christ, his mother was *strong*. Her slender figure did little to hinder her ability to wield the belt, and Elijah knew that it would take an entire day before the swelling would go down and he would be able to sit with ease again.

When he was done, he rinsed his mouth, splashed water onto his face, and struggled to put on his clothes. He cursed a blue streak (albeit silently) as he wormed his way into his jeans, and then was about to rush down towards the kitchen before he realised that he hadn't taken his morning piss.

It took a little coaxing on his part before he was able to emit a healthy stream into the bowl, sighing in obvious relief before his mother's voice rang out from below, demanding his presence at the table. With a brisk shake, he tucked himself back into his briefs, zipped up, and dashed down the stairs, hoping against hope that all he would get this morning was a lecture instead of a beating similar to the one he had gotten the night before.

Elijah darted to their rickety dining table, shimmied into hiat, at, and bent his head to say Grace before attacking his breakfast with gusto. It was bread and cheese today - along with a glass of the milk that Momma had bought using the money she had earned by washing the neighbour's clothes. But Elijah wasn't complaining. It was rare that his Momma was able to afford milk and he should be thankful for small pleasures in life... or the larger ones, for that matter.

Inwardly, Elijah smiled, his mind a thousand miles away while his Momma scolded him for being late for breakfast and reprimanded him all over again for being friends with 'a bad boy' like Dominic. There must have been some expression in his eyes that Momma didn't like because she slapped him around the head with a dishrag to get his attention and yelled at him for not paying attention to what she was saying.

She hollered some more over the sounds he made when he cried, her voice carrying out into the street even when he walked away from the front door, his feet dragging along the dusty pavement towards the direction of the church, rubbing a sleeve across his eyes.

He stayed that way for a few minutes, his school bag digging into his shoulders and head bent to watch his feet moving aimlessly beneath him before the patter of footsteps from behind caught his attention.

"Oi, E. Wood. Wait up!" a voice called from behind. It was Billy, the strange kid with the even stranger accent. Billy was a little younger than both Dom and him. His family had only recently moved into town, and was so poor it was rumoured that they were forced to live the lives of scavengers in order to survive, feeding on the trash that people had thrown out in the garbage can, the trash that even the rats wouldn't touch.

Elijah didn't believe a word of it. He knew that the only reason why such rumours spread was simply because Billy was different. He talked differently and dressed differently on certain occasions (Dom had told Elijah that Billy was prancing around the house in a skirt one night), hence the discrimination and the labelling that the town folk smacked upon him.

Today, however, Billy was dressed in the same manner he was - in a shirt and a pair of jeans. There were no hints of the skirt that Dom claimed he had seen Billy wear and, although Billy still talked funny, Elijah didn't really mind at all because Billy had always been nothing but nice to him.

So Elijah waited patiently for Billy to catch up. Billy didn't look it, but he was quite fast for such a small guy, and in no time at all he was by Elijah's side, panting and grinning at the same time like some puppy that was eager to see its master. All Billy needed was a cute tail to go along with his look, and against all odds, Elijah smiled back. After all, it was hard to stay sad when you looked into a face like Billy's.

"You're going to school, eh?" Billy chirped, his voice strangely high-pitched for a guy. Elijah shook his head, his grin chasing away the gloom from his eyes. A smile did that sometimes, hiding one's true feelings, and Elijah had of late smiled a lot although it had become harder and harder to lift the corners of his lips.

Billy looked shocked.

"But...," he began to say, "but won't your Momma be mad?"

Elijah slanted a look at him.

"I just don't feel like going to school, okay? It's boring. I wanna go see my friend."

A pause.

"You wanna come?" Elijah offered. Billy looked hesitant and balked f tot total of five seconds before cheerfully agreeing, his mouth running several hundred miles per second while he practically skipped next to Elijah, bouncing with every single step that he took. At least, that's what Elijah thought. He got dizzy just by watching Billy bounce-bounce-bounce like he was on a trampoline.

In any case, Elijah led them towards the dark alley where he knew Dom would usually sit and smoke. And true enough, Dom was there puffing upon a cigarette, putting on the 'tough-guy-don't-fuck-with-me-or-I'll-tell-my-mommy' kind of look while he kept his gaze upon the entrance of the bar in hope of finding someone he could ogle. Their sex didn't matter. Dom appreciated beauty of all kind, whether they were male or female.

Billy shouted a greeting, his voice delighted while he rushed over to give Dom a healthy slap on his back. Dom pretended to be offended, slapping Billy's hand away, he he was grinning all the same before turning to wink at Elijah in manner of greeting.

"You squealed so loud, I thought your Momma killed you last night," Dom snickered at Elijah while Billy tried to steal some of Dom's cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

"You and everybody else in the neighbourhood," Elijah said bitterly while Dom just cackled and make exaggerated wailing sounds. Billy looked away, a little embarrassed by the heightened flush of colour upon Elijah's cheekbones and that suspicious shine in those blue eyes.

Elijah studiously ignored them as he sat next to Billy on the curb, his eyes resting upon the door of the pub. It was still early. doordoor to the pub remained stubbornly shut and the silence in the alley was broken only by Dom's shrill laughter at Billy's failed attempt to smoke a citte.tte.

"Taste's like horse shit! Why *do* you smoke these?" Billy cried out, spitting upon the ground in disgust as he hurriedly stamped out the lighted stick upon the pavement with the heel of his shoe. Dom rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"So that you won't filch any more of my fags, you turd. Maybe one day you'll grow some balls and buy your own smokes," he retorted, reaching out to pinch Billy's cheeks while the latter gave an indignant squeak.

"Asshole. The best part of you ran down your father's legs!"

"True. But look how much of the good stuff is left," Dom piped in before turning his attention back towards the entrance to the bar at the end of the alleyway.

The staring continued for several minutes amidst the cheerful babble of Billy's voice and Elijah's persistent silence. It was strange. Elijah never really questioned Dom's preoccupation with just hanging out in *this* particular alley. Although not many people seem to frequent here during the day, the alley wasn't exactly deserted, and to sit in a place where there might be that once chance of getting caught seemed to be a little too risky, even by Dom's standard.

It was too much. That little niggling thought at the back of his mind gnawed at his innards until he couldn't help it but asked Dom the very thing that he was curious to know.

"So why do you choose to sit here every time you cut class?" Elijah enquired, his voice carefully nonchalant. It was best to adopt an uninterested tone when trying to worm information out of Dom. For some reason, you get your answers a lot faster that way. Dom could be a bastard when he wanted to. He enjoyed watching people beg and plead. Fucking sadist.

Dom cast Elijah a look before shrugging, his careless gesture belying the look of excitement upon his face.

"There's this guy that works here and he's way cool."

"Cooler coo cool?" Billy asked, his voice hushed and his face eager.

Dom agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Cooler than cool! He's not much older than us but he's already given a job. He even smokes! And haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?" Elijah said, struggling not to appear interested.

Dom made an impatient gesture before saying, "Heard that the guy is friends with the owner of the bar. Hell, as far as the gossips go, they are even living together in the house at the endthe the street."

"They're queers," Billy stated with a knowing look upon his face.

"Yes they are, but it takes one to know one," Dom retorted, casting a look of cheeky in the direction of his younger friend.

A heated exchange of words followed that comment, where Elijah spent much of it sitting quietly next to them, his brows furrowed in deep thought. It wasn't until they stopped talking that Elijah realized something had caught their attention.

An older boy had appeared from behind the door of the pub, apparently taking out trash while Dom and Billy gawked at him, as if they were unable to believe that a boy his age was allowed into the in in the first place. They continued to watch him, those strong shoulders working under the weight of his burden, the dark curls upon his head that fluttered gently in the breeze, and his brisk, confident movements, unaware that they were staring opened-mouth at him.

The sudden silence must have caught his attention because Orlando glanced over towards them, his expression unconcerned before doing a double-take when he saw Elijah seated upon the pavement. He paused f unf unsure whether to acknowledge the boy before he nodded in Elijah's direction.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" he called out, his expression still carefully neutral. Dom and Billy's eyes snapped back and forth between Elijah and the beautiful creature that had graced their presence.

Elijah shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze turned steadfastly away from the older boy's. Orlando paused again before coming closer towards where they were sitting. Dom looked as if he had forgotten how to speak as his mouth opened and closed like a dying fish.

"You okay?" he finally asked Elijah, a slight frown marring his face, "You look a little whiter than usual."

This time Elijah *did* look up at Orlando and he thought he saw a flicker of concern in those brown eyes before it flitted away as if it had never been there in the first place.

"I'm alright," he answered, totally oblivious to the fact that his friends were regarding him with a look of grudging admiration.

Orlando stood before them in silence for a moment, nibbling upon his lower lips.

"Do you want to come in?" he finally asked. There was a short pause before Elijah spoke.

"I'm too young," he answered, shifting uncomfortably under the penetrating gaze. Next to him, Billy gave him a sharp nudge with his bony elbow.

Orlando flashed him a tight smile before extending a hand.

"Not for Viggo you're not. Come on," came the reply. Blue eyes gazed into brown, trying but failing to unravel the enigma that was Orlando.

He didn't get any answers. It was expected. And so he took hold of the older boy's hand, allowing himself to be helped up.

***********

It turned out that Viggo *did* actually own the bar. Elijah found him standing behind the counter upon entering, seemingly busying himself with some paperwork. The light jingle of the door as it opened distracted him for a moment, his dark head rising up just a notch to glance at the doorway. A slight nod in Elijah's direction was the only form of recognition before he turned back to the notes before him.

Feeling oddly deflated, Elijah followed Orlando as the older boy ushered him and his friends towards a corner of the bar where the light was the dimmest and the customers were least likely to notice them. Dominic was lost in this version of utopia while Billy gawked openly at the women who were bustling about the place.

"Why aren't there many people here?" Dom asked glancing around at the half-empty room, desperately trying to strike up a conversation with Orlando as he marched behind, struggling to keep up with the latter's long, brisk stride. The look that the older boy gave him wasn't exactly friendly but his tone was polite none-the-less.

"It's still early yet. The patrons only come in after five or so... after they finish work. And they don't usually come in during lunch time either," he explained before telling them to sit at the table he had designated to them. There was a mad rush to get the sea seat (the one facing the counter where the women could be seen) and a whole lot of guffawing and cursing before Billy and Dom settled down, grinning from ear to ear. Elijah sat at the last available chair, feeling lonely and abandoned before tapping his feet in a quick, irritable rhythm upon the carpeted floor.

Orlando sent some women to their table with their drinks. It was lemonade, much to Dom's disappointment of course. But the women lingered, making small talk and wearimusemused faces as they cooed over Dom and fussed over Billy, so he didn't exactly complain.

Elijah tolerated it as long as he could, but there was so much a boy could take before the low hum of the conversation that took place steadily got onto his nerves. There was no where else to go and he didn't exactly want to stay to hear Billy brag about how many girls he had kissed since he reached puberty. He wanted so badly to leave and was nearly shaking with the intensity of emotions that seemed to build up, just waiting to be released.

Tap-tap-tap went his feet. Fingers drummed sharp staccatos upon the wooden tabletop.

Once, he glanced towards Viggo and saw the man speaking in soft tones to Orlando, not looking his way and so he turned back, continuing to tap his feet.

He jiggled his leg and drummed his fingers again, the tempo increasing to a nearly maddened rush while Dom and Billy continue to ignore him, talking animatedly with the women.

It wasn't until Elijah felt someone lay a hand upon his shoulder that the tapping stopped, his senses coming alert as he caught the familiar whiff of aftershave. His eyes darted towards the faces of his friends, marking the way they sat up straighter than any school mistress could hope for during her lessons and then towards that hand on his shoulder, studying the long elegant fingers and just a little of the forearm that was lightly dusted with dark hair.

"Hello, boys," Viggo was saying, the smile evident in his voice. "It's not that I'm not glad to see such fine gentlemen here, but in future, I hope *not* to see you loitering around the alleyway or be anywhere near any other places during school hours, you hear?"

Dom and Billy nodded their heads, not willing to contradict the imposing figure of the man that stood before them. Viggo gave them another smile before turning towards Elijah, the hand tightening his grip just a bit to get his attention.

"Boy," he began, "you said something about wanting to get a job here?" Elijah looked stumped but was denied the chance of answering when Viggo stepped back and gestured for Elijah to follow him. The boy went along without another word, wilfully ignoring the jealous looks that his friends threw his way and followed the man towards the other end of the bar and through a door leading to a small room.

The room, as it turned out, was Viggo's private office. The interior was simpler than the bar itself, furnished with only a large, mahogany desk, some bookshelves and an elegant, leather-clad armchair. Beneath their feet, the carpeted floor muffled their footsteps and Elijah padded along with his brows furrowed in thought as he tried to keep up with the man's brisk pace, all the while wondering what Viggo might be up to this time. It was hard to tell with the man sometimes because Viggo, like Orlando, was also an enigma in all sense of the word.

*Go fi.*
.*

The soft click of the door being shut behind him alerted his senses and Elijah whipped his head around towards the direction of the sound, his eyes growing round with apprehension. Viggo paused, as if considering Elijah's reaction while he gazed deep into the boy's eyes, trying to read his mind.

Not another word was spoken for the next minute or so where man and boy just stood there and looked into each other's eyes. Man. Boy. What should not come to be had finally come to be, and the boundary defining right and wrong was irrevocably blurred - a grey amidst the sea of black and white.

With that last, almost incoherent thought flitting through Elijah's mind, the boy walked confidently towards Viggo's open arms and tilted his head for a kiss.

The touch of lips upon lips was exquisite. Almost like the kiss of the morning dew upon the delicate petals of flowers before the all-consuming sun rises angulfgulfed every inch of the earth with its comforting embrace.

It was like that with Viggo. Elijah would think in the days to come when he was alone in his bed at night with nothing else to think about and his brain fuzzy with fatigue, because when Viggo kisses you, it seemed like you were born again. When Viggo kisses you, nothing else mattered except the soothing flutter of his breath against your ear, the slow, wet s of of his tongue upon your neck and the prickling sensation along the length your spine when he cupped you through your jeans, those knowledgeable fingers caressing and massaging to evoke a response from you.

Then before he knew it, Elijah felt the solid edge of the desk pushing against the small of his back before Viggo silently urged him to get on. For a moment he wondered where Orlando was and if he was going to come in this time just like the last. A few minutes passed. A few *exquisite* minutes of Viggo worshipping him, the man's talented mouth and teeth grazing against his ears in such a way that sent jolts of warmth down to his crotch. But Orlando did not come, thus, the boy wordlessly complied, any other stray thoughts of the older boy disappearing into nothingness as sat upon the desk with his legs hanging off the edge. He then lay back upon the solid wood before totally submitting himself to sensual touch of the man’s body against his own.

“Are you nervous?” Viggo murmured as his dextrous hands carefully freed the boy from the constraints of his pants. Elijah gave a quick, jerky nod before a wave of raw lust washed over him making his eyes clench against the sheer intensity of it.

"You shouldn't be,” Viggo whispered against his ear, his warm hand running up and down the length of his body, soothing and inflaming him at the same time while the other reached down to remove the boy's pants. “You're beautiful when you are unafraid... like those nights when I watched you through your window.” There was a breathless moment where Viggo just stood between his legs, those piercing blue eyes fixed upon the boy's as the man's hands gently parted his thighs, further exposing the boy to his gaze. Those blue eyes flicked downwards, and Elijah held his breath as the man bent down to nuzzle at the base of his testicles, kissing the sacs adoringly.

Wide open-mouthed kisses with the hint of tongue lapping delicately upon the skin.

*God.*

'Please,' Elijah thought feverishly, '*Please*.'

Then, without another word, Viggo lowered his face onto the boy’s crotch.

Elijah hissed when he felt a slick tongue slide over the sensitive tip of his cock and instinctively bucked his hips. The man held down the boy’s hips firmly, languidly running his tongue over the head, paying extra attention to the sensitized slit and underside. His touches were soft, teasing, and never went beyond the head, occasionally using only the underside of his tongue so as to minimize the amount of friction, which made the boy whimper and mewl in frustration. Elijah struggled, desperate to trust his cock into the sweet heat of the man's mouth, trashing against the firm hold upon his hips while his hands clenched and unclenched themselves by the sides of his head.

'Please, please, God, please, oh please," the boy chanted, his voice bordering on tears.

Viggo gave in, gently pulling the boy further down the table so that Elijah’s legs went over his shoulders before going onto his haunches. Then, he lowered his mouth onto the boy’s weeping cock and draw the entire length into this mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled upon the length. Elijah clenched his eyes shut and saw a technicolour of stars bursting before his eyelids.

"Sweet Jesus," he breathed as the older man’s lips, tongue and throat worked expertly upon his cock. Up. Down. Around and around, until he couldn't think, couldn't breathe or speak as his body tensed, teetering upon the brink of release.

Then the man stopped, pulling back slightly, leaving the boy’s cock slick with spit and precum.

Instantly those blue eyes snapped open, his mouth opened to voice his protest as Viggo removed the boy's legs from his shoulders, stood up and urged Elijah to wrap his legs around his waist.
ckmeckmefuckmefuckme.*

"Shhh…," Viggo said, the sound riding lightly upon a sigh as he pressed a finger upon the boy's lips before repositioning him on the table top and then climbing up himself.

*Jesus.*

'Fuck me,' Elijah's eyes begged yet again as he lay unnaturally still beneath the heat of the man's body. Viggo said nothing. He just smiled, his face made beautiful from it and eyes smouldering with such de tha that Elijah just stared opened-mouth at him. The man unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, freeing the hard length of his own cock before rummaging around in the drawer of the desk for something.

"Lube. Remember?" Viggo murmured as he saw the question in the boy's eyes before flashing a quick, reassuring smile.

Elijah did remember and he trembled in anticipation as he watched the man through narrowed gaze.

Baby oil. In Viggo's hand. Then he couldn't see anything anymore because his world darkened, narrowing to a point where nothing existed but the gentle thrust of Viggo's oil-slicked fingers in his arse. One finger. Two fingers. *Ohgodyes.* So fucking good. He was made delirious from it, writhing upon the table top while Viggo teased him, the blunt tips of his fingers rubbing insistently over his prostate.

Viggo leaned in close, close enough to brush his lips against the boy’s ear before rasping into it.

"I want you."

"Yes," Elijah replied breathily, "Oh yes, yes, yes."

"Now," Viggo whispered, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable. "I want you *now*." Elijah didn't say anything. He couldn't. He just held his breath and waited.

With that, the man parted those slim thighs and eased himself into Elijah, grimacing a little at how tightly those stubborn muscles clenched around his cock.

"Oh, God, Viggo, Oh God," Elijah whimpered, wriggling around uncomfortably. Christ. He couldn't take it... couldn't take this. It's all too fast... too soon.

"Relax, pet. Please... it won't feel good if you don't relax," Viggo whispered, his own voice strained while Elijah struggled and writhed. The man retreated and then resumed pressing into him.

So tight. He was so tight. This was going to hurt. Elijah *knew* it would…

"Shhh... Calm down. Pet… I'm not going to hurt you," Viggo murmured, his e loe low and reassuring as he leaned in to brush a kiss upon the boy's sweaty locks, raising a gentle hand to smooth the grimace away from Elijah's face.

And the other...

*Oh my God...*

“Do that again!” Elijah pleaded as his head reeled from the sensation of a calloused, yet gentle hand fondling his balls, lightly testing the texture of his testicles and then reaching up to grasp the hard length of his cock before stroking it firmly.

Viggo shifted restlessly, his face oddly strained as he watched the boy beneath him through narrowed gaze.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice rough and his breathing irregular.

There was no sound. Just the soft explosions of breaths that escalated in volume.

“Do you want me?” he repeated, carefully sliding in again while Elijah shut his eyes and prayed.

‘Yes,’ Elijah thought, ‘Oh yes yes yes.’ He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. But Viggo understood and began to move. Slowly at first and then more urgently, his lean hips snapping against Elijah’s – pausing every once in a while to readjust the boy’s legs that were slung over his shoulders and then diving in again – his movements confident, precise and designed to drive the boy mad.

In and out. Back and forth.

Elijah felt every single stroke of Viggo’s cock against his prostate – the head of Viggo’s cock rubbing insistently against the gland, sending little shivers racing up and down his spine and the almost unbearable yet familiar burn in his loins.

It didn’t take long. Once. Twice. And then with a final lunge, Viggo came without a sound, but not before Elijah chanced to get a glimpse of that face… that face that was made more beautiful in that instant before the man buried his face into the side of Elijah’s neck and whispered his name.

With a choked cry, Elijah followed suit, his seed splattering them both with wet warmth, staining their sweaty flesh before trickling down onto the table top as they clung to each other, bodies shaking and breaths mixing while they waited to calm down the racing of their hearts.

Viggo sighed and shifted his weight off the boy before pulling Elijah against his chest. He buried his nose into Elijah’s hair, breathed in the boy’s scent before falling silent. In the few minutes to come, there was nothing but the sound of deep breathings.

Viggo had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped securely around him and all was quiet.

Quiet. Yet they were not alone.

Elijah yawned lazily before turning his face slightly towards toor.oor. Viggo was snoring gently into his ear and the weight of sleep was already tugging upon his eyes. Still, he couldn’t help wondering if he should have called out Orlando’s name… try to get the older boy to join them for a bit even though they had started and finished without him.

But Elijah was too tired to think. Too fucked to care. Instead, he turned away from the intruding presence standing by the doorway, the last muddled thought running sluggishly through his tired mind.

‘Sorry, Orli… but you were fifteen minutes too late,’ he thought, promptly falling asleep even before Orlando could shut the door behind him with a silent click.

End.