Posted: August 2004
Title: (Readings From) The Temple of DomLijah
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Dominic Monaghan / Elijah Wood
Rating: R
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Warnings: Language. A little sex, mostly just 'Lij thinking.
Summary: Four short ficlets paying tribute to DomLijah
Author's Notes: While I don't specialize in this pairing, there was something about them even I couldn't resist.

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I.

Though he knew his slight shoulders were carrying so much of the weight of this soon-to-be-monstrous production, Elijah felt quite the boy. American children were always kept so much more protected and naïve than their European counterparts. Elijah's mom had made sure he was no exception, at least as far as she could.

In the last couple years, ‘Lij had subversively cultivated an impressive vocabulary of curse words and an itinerary of the filthiest jokes he could wrap his mouth around. Cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt. At fifteen, he'd had to practice in the bathroom for days before he could say it without blushing. At eighteen, it could have been ‘cat' or ‘camera' or ‘Canada' for all he cared. The same sweet and innocent looking lips that spewed such color dragged constantly at clove cigarettes, and had performed the art of fellatio more than once. Still, next to the blond man in his twenties, Elijah's ‘experience' was stunted. He very much wanted to change his status.
II.

Various pleasing men graced Elijah's bed from time to time, but Dom was first and last and always. It seemed like it had always been that way. Peter had required the four hobbits weeks earlier than the others. By the end of the fourth day, they were inseparable. Sean was Lij's best friend; Billy was silliness and wisdom and light all rolled into one; but Dom was the one he looked at sideways when he thought no one else was watching.

III.

‘Lij couldn't pin Dom down into any category. A Brit, but with shades of Germanic ballsiness coming through. Even if he was the tallest of the four, he still wasn't very tall. A full-grown man, yes, ‘of age,' which was something ‘Lij couldn't say for himself yet. What he lacked in the pure physical beauty of some of the others, Dom made up with in passionate darkness covered by sunny smiles and impish humor. In bed, ‘Lijah never knew from moment to moment which side of Dom he'd see, but he loved them all equally. Yeah, loved. He loved Dom but couldn't bring himself to say the words. It would have ruined the understanding between them.

IV.

‘Lij wasn't really much for kneeling on hard surfaces, at least not when there was no clearly defined reward in it for him. It was hard for him to stay still for long. He felt exquisitely the danger of his limbs falling asleep or having ligaments crushed. Or, maybe he should equivocate: not when he couldn't support some of his weight with his hands. Occasionally Dom wanted his hands bound. Sadistic streak in that one. There were times ‘Lij would swear Dom was Freud's younger, kinkier reincarna- tion. Damn bruises. Okay, fine, he was lying. He'd kneel any day of the week for Dom; he just didn't want his knees wrecked before he was 25 and at this rate, it was heading that way. Yes, Elijah's lover was a head pig and Elijah was just enough of a slut to give him as much as he wanted... Bitching all the way, and loving it.

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THE END

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