Sean B/Viggo
Sean had said it, just once. When it was over, Viggo was to tell him, not to leave him hanging on hoping for scraps from his table. Viggo hadn’t answered, simply moved away and down, filling his mouth with Sean’s cock, and Sean almost forgot. Almost.
But when Viggo had looked at him with the expression he kept for everybody, his soul carefully hidden, Sean realised that Viggo didn’t do that; didn’t choose the easy way with soft words and softer touches. He watched you as your heart was ripped out. He would even trail his fingers through your blood.
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Elijah/Viggo
Elijah always tried to find the good in people – he was everybody’s friend and everybody loved him. So he didn’t understand why Viggo wouldn’t speak, would look through him and turn away. He decided that perhaps he was too young and brash for such a laid-back character.
It was only when he gave up that he began to notice the sidelong looks that had, perhaps, always been there, the hesitant smiles, vanishing as soon as Elijah looked directly at him, and when he finally understood, he laughed out loud.
Next time he caught Viggo’s glance, he refused to look away.
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Elijah/SeanB
Elijah had discovered the best way of spending his rare free time. Trapped underneath Bean’s strong body, or straddling him, feeling as if he was about to be torn in two; screaming and pleading, never wanting it to end. Bean would talk to him afterwards, voice deep and rumbling, his hands touching Elijah’s face, his body, as if unable to break contact. Something in Elijah that occasionally frightened him, something a little bit wild and a little bit too big for him, would calm and quiet. When that happened, Elijah would lie still and let Bean rock him to sleep.
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Dominic/Billy
For Dominic and Billy there was just never any kind of problem, no hesitation. They met, they knew what it was they wanted, and they took it; from each other, from the people around them. They weren’t always kind, which would come as a surprise to some people who thought they knew all there was to know about them. They were too wrapped up in each other, too obsessed to care overly much for others, and their casual cruelty could hurt. They would probably have felt a pang of guilt, if they had cared enough to think about it.
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Elijah/Ian
If anybody had asked Ian what he wanted more than anything else, he would have made some glib joke - "I’m the fairy, I’m the one doing the granting", then he would go back to his temporary home, take a long, hot bath, drink a glass of wine and then, his mind full of dark hair and unnerving eyes, he would grip his cock and come with Elijah’s name on his lips. He felt sordid about it, dirty, promising himself never to do it again. But the next day he watched Elijah, perfect rosebud mouth dragging obscenely on a cigarette, and it would start all over again.
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Elijah/Orlando
Orlando knew he could have anything he wanted. He was beautiful and energetic, full of a ridiculous, unco-ordinated energy that made people want him. So when he pushed Elijah against the wall, kissing him deep and wet, putting every ounce of himself into it, he didn’t understand why Elijah didn’t respond, why he simply stood there. Orlando pulled back, blinking at the disgust in Elijah’s eyes.
Don’t, he had said. Don’t do that. Don’t aim for something you can never achieve. He had pushed away, sliding under Orlando’s arm, walking deliberately towards Viggo, and for the first time, Orlando knew defeat.
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Elijah/SeanA
Elijah had never realised just how lonely he was, how close to being frighteningly homesick. New Zealand was a long way from home, and on some nights he felt it as a physical pain.
But those were the nights Sean was always there, as if he somehow knew that Elijah needed him. And he would wrap himself around Elijah’s body, making some derogatory comment about his body, which Elijah would always stop with a kiss. After that, there would be softness and kindness enough to make Elijah tremble until, at last, he was able to sleep, wrapped in the smell of home.
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