The Claiming of a Bad Boy Title: The Claiming of a Bad Boy Author: escapist_art Pairing: DM/EW Word Count: 2291 Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: Sadly, I know neither Dominic Monaghan, nor Elijah Wood. This is a fictional tale only meant for entertainment purposes. None of this is fact, and though the characters may be based on real people, this story is in no way a reflection of their true characters or lives. Warnings: Angst, Violence, M/M, BDSM Summary: Elijah got his hair cut, and Dom didn't like it. Author's Notes: Written for absolutefiction's prompt of Elijah getting spanked.
Still clutching his phone in one hand, a broad grin stretching across his features, Dom bounded into Elijah's New York apartment. He had his hand with the phone raised high, the screen pointing towards Elijah, and his good news on his lips until he caught sight of the younger man. Face and arm falling at once, he stopped in his tracks and blurted angrily, "You've cut your hair!"
Seated with one ankle crossed over his knee as he leafed through a Rolling Stone magazine, Elijah looked up without a hint that he had done anything wrong. "Yeah, I did. Do you like it?" he asked innocently. Reaching up a hand, he toyed with the much shorter, dark curls over his forehead.
Pressing his lips together, eyes hard, Dom dropped his phone on top of a table and peeled off his coat. It fell to the floor with a thud from the weight of the objects still in his pockets. With a hard snort through his nose, he said in a warning tone, "No, I don't bloody like it. Why didn't you say anything to me about it before I left?"
Curling his upper lip, Elijah looked at the other man with a mix of confusion and a touch of annoyance. "So I have to get your permission before I get my hair cut now? Just because we're sleeping together it doesn't mean that you have the right to decide whether or not I can get a haircut. What are you, my mother?" he said defensively.
Eyes flashing, Dom strode over to Elijah and stopped just in front of him. Placing his hands on either arm of the chair, he boxed Elijah in and leaned in close. "No, I'm your Daddy, boy. Get that? If you want to change how you look in the least, you need to come to me first. Now, to help you remember that little fact, you need to be punished," he growled angrily. Straightening, he stood back a little and crossed his arms over his chest. "Get up," he said, suddenly sounding very calm.
Elijah was taken aback by Dom's anger, and he honestly didn't understand it. They had been in a relationship for a few months now, and sure there had been some rough play, but he'd never known Dom to act so possessive of him. It made him nervous and aroused all at once. Eyes even bigger and wider than usual, his hands trembled as he stood up from the chair. "What...ah..what are you going to do, Dom?" Even though this was uncharacteristic of the other man, Elijah still knew deep down that he could trust Dom, and that he wouldn't come to any real harm.
In the week or so since Elijah had gotten back from Spain, Dom had been enjoying the longer hair. It was so easy to fist his hands into and tug. Plus it was so soft, and felt nice brushing over his thighs. "Strip," he demanded as he started to toe off his shoes, his shirt soon following. Clad now only in jeans, he took a seat on the ottoman. Watching as Elijah started shakily undoing the buttons of his shirt, Dom's eyes darkened as the pink tip of his tongue darted over his lips. "I'm going to spank that little, round arse of yours until it's nice and pink," he purred in a deep tone.
Closing his eyes, Elijah let out a small whimper and took his lower lip between his teeth. Suddenly he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. The shirt fluttered to the floor, with his jeans and boxers soon following. Standing naked before his angry lover, he slowly opened his eyes. His cock gave a hard twitch at the open, almost tangible look of desire he saw.
Dom stood and circled him slowly, his eyes raking over every inch of bare flesh. Reaching out purposefully, he traced one small, hardened nipple with his forefinger, then gave it a hard pinch. "Mine," he said firmly as he moved on, his hand going to cup a tight little cheek and grip it, "Mine," he repeated with a hard look into Elijah's eyes. Long fingers curled around Elijah's cock and bollocks tightly, as he said again, "Mine". Those same fingers tangled into what was left of Elijah's hair, and he leaned in next to Elijah's ear, his voice quieter, if not any softer, "Mine. You get it now, boy? You are mine, from the hairs on your head down to your feet."
Unable to do much more than whine and moan, Elijah gave a little nod at each claiming of his body. It wasn't something that he had ever done with anyone else, although he had read a few stories like this. Until this moment he had never realized that he wanted it. There was something about another person taking control of him that felt so good. During every moment of his life since he had first started acting everyone had insisted that he control himself and behave. Now here was Dom taking control of him, freeing him in a way. All he would have to do was obey, and no matter what happened, the blame would rest on Dom. "Yours," he said shakily, his knees wobbling slightly, and his stomach full of butterflies.
Eyes softening at the words, Dom cupped the side of Elijah's face and kissed him ever so gently on the lips. "Mine," he whispered against them. Then he stepped back, sat on the edge of the ottoman again, and patted his lap. "Come on then, you still need spanking so that you remember," he said with the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. This wasn't a lifestyle for Dom, but at times he did enjoy the back and forth of playing at either owning someone, or being owned. Right now he was feeling particularly dominant.
It took a force of will to obey, but Elijah moved to stand to one side of Dom's knees. Then with an uncertain look, draped himself across the other man's lap. Strong hands and arms guided him into position, and suddenly he felt very small and young. His already hardened shaft scraped across the rough material of the other man's jeans, but somehow it felt good. A flood of fear filled him as Dom lifted his hand. "Please don't hurt me!" he cried out in a rush.
As Elijah settled over his lap, Dom could feel his aroused prick pressing into him. His own was in the same state, though trapped within the confines of his trousers. The pale, small rounded orbs facing him were so smooth that he found himself petting over them softly, just enjoying the texture of the skin. Soon enough it would change; swelling slightly, and darkening from his attentions. Just the thought of it prompted the first blow. The sound echoed through the sparsely decorated apartment, but failed to cover the choked cry.
He had almost been lulled into thinking maybe Dom was just playing with him, and had no intention of really spanking him. Of course when he saw the flash of Dom's hand coming down on his bared flesh it shook that thought right out of his head. The smack was stinging, and it was followed by many more. As the spanking went on it seemed as though it only got harder, and heavier. Each blow made him jump, and his breath catch. At the same time, his cock was rubbing against Dom's leg over and over again, sending a confused message of pain and pleasure to his brain.
Little by little the tear-drop shaped cheeks reddened, prompting Dom to growl at one point, "This is what happens to bad boys!" He was impossibly aroused, with each strike of his hand translating through Elijah to his cock. Elijah was making wonderful noises, and they served to make Dom want him even more. The first ragged sob pulled at is heart, though, and he knew they were almost through, at least with the spanking. "That's it, let it out. It's alright, darling. Just let it all go," he said tenderly.
Hands gripping to the edge of the ottoman, and his face contorted in pain, Elijah wiggled wildly at the onslaught. Suddenly it was as though he crossed a threshold and went free falling through the air. The barriers he had firmly in place disappeared, and all of his anguish and despair flowed from him until he felt cleansed and new. When he came back to himself he found he was cradled in Dom's arms, his face wet with tears, and his butt burning. Dazed, he looked at the other man.
In all of the time he had known Elijah, he had very rarely seen him shed a real tear. Now here he was, arms wrapped around Dom's neck, and weeping inconsolably. Rocking him gently against his chest, Dom kissed over his face softly. "Here, now, it's alright. I'm here for you. Just let it out, it's okay," he murmured against dark curls. When the other man seemed to settle a little, and gazed at him with electric-blue eyes, it caught at Dom's heart. With a relieved smile, he said softly as he stroked back some stray hair from his face, "There you are, love. That's my good boy."
Elijah wrapped his arms around Dom's neck fiercely, pressing his face against his throat. He kissed every inch of flesh up along the way until he reached Dom's chin, then attacked his lips. Kissing him hard, he invaded the other man's mouth as if he needed to in order to survive. Struggling on his lap, Elijah turned to face Dom, straddling his legs. Nearly frantic with need, he ground against the other man's crotch. When he ripped his mouth away he begged hoarsely, "Need you, please. Please."
The assault enflamed Dom's passion once again, and the plea prompted him into action. He helped the younger man off his lap as he stood, then forced him to bend over the ottoman face-first. As he stood over him Dom undid his belt and jeans, then stripped them off. Moving behind Elijah, he gathered saliva in his mouth and rubbed it over the head of his hot, throbbing cock with a hiss. Elijah's arse cheeks were fairly glowing red, inviting him in between them. He held tight to Elijah's hip as he made the first, short thrust just inside, groaning out a last, "Mine," once he was inside.
With hands splayed over the surface of the ottoman, Elijah felt Dom pushing his feet further apart before he moved in close behind him. He felt drained, like he needed to be filled up again. As rough as it might be, he needed this form of tenderness now. Letting loose a long, ragged gasp as he was entered, the stretch and the burn of it was almost too much. It felt as though he couldn't catch a breath for a moment, and then he did, loud and long. He repositioned his body, and pulled his ass cheeks wider open, anything he could think of to ease Dom's massive meat further inside of him. "Yes, fuck!" he choked.
"So fucking tight!" Dom grated. After what they had just done he knew he wasn't going to last long, no matter how much he wanted to be able to. A fine mist of sweat broke out across his shoulders and down along his back. With a grunt he pressed in further, the gripping heat feeling beyond incredible. "Gonna fuck you hard," he ground out between clenched teeth. As tightly as he was trying to stay in control, his body had other ideas. With a jerk of his hips forward, he plunged deeper inside of the other man, and cried out wordlessly at the ceiling.
With bitten-off curses and animalistic noises, Elijah clawed at the material of the ottoman in front of him. Then came a hard thrust which rubbed over that hidden place inside of him, and his body was begging for more. Suddenly he found himself pushing back onto the other man, encouraging him on, and it worked. There was no more need for words, or the ability to make them. Dom pumped into Elijah fast, his fingers sure to leave imprints on his hips. Every time Dom's body slapped against Elijah's rear it reminded him of his recent spanking. Every inch of his skin felt ultra-sensitive, and he was near ready to burst.
Like a fine-tuned machine, Dom plunged into Elijah over and over again, the rhythm building to a point where he was certain to erupt. The ever higher gasps and cries coming from Elijah let him know that he was at the breaking point, too. Reaching around, he wrapped his hand over Elijah's prick and began stroking him at nearly the same pace. When he could feel himself about to crash into the shore he panted out, "Come! Fucking come!" A few grunting thrusts later and he was obeying himself, spilling his seed deep inside of the younger man. While Dom's cock was still twitching with small bursts, Elijah relented, and, shaking hard as his muscles all tightened, he shot out long strands of come over the ottoman.
When they finished, both eased down onto the rug, Elijah curled up in the safety of Dom's lap. His arm draped around Dom's shoulder, Elijah toyed with the other man's hair while he watched him recover. The other hand slid over Dom's bare, damp chest, then cupped against his neck. When Dom finally opened his eyes, Elijah leaned in and kissed him tenderly. With a timid, little smile, he looked into Dom's eyes and declared, "Mine."