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Disclaimer: Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened.
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Summary: AU: Some things are just meant to happen while others are simply ripples off of one small mistake that change us forever. (Read AU Description, and also AN; behind cut)
AU Description: Same as before. (Refer to the “Prologue’s” AN for information mentioned previously.)
Rating: R (over-all) Chapter Sixteen: R
AN: Apologies ahead of time for any of Christine’s not exactly PC profanity and libel-ing of her temperament…(don’t want to offend anyone *loves each and every one of you*)
Guide: ‘Thoughts’
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Preordained

Chapter Sixteen: Suppression

In truth she hadn’t the faintest idea of where she was going. However, she wasn’t about to let that stop her from slamming on the accelerator as fast as she possibly could once reaching her car. From behind her she could still hear the faint yet relentless cries of her name falling from her husband’s lips as he followed her down the corridors and out to the parking lot. The only thought that rose above all the others streaming through her mind in a hazy torrent was that she had to get out of there, now.

Tires screeching in protest at being rubbed raw against the asphalt, Christine backed out, paying them no heed, and tore out of the lot before swerving onto the road. As soon as she had passed through the guarded gateway that allowed cars to exit the Focus Features lots, she got onto the interstate and found herself headed south. Driving had always helped to clear her thoughts; it was something she found mindless and usually relaxing. With her knuckles wrapped tight around the tanned leather steering wheel she allowed her thoughts to drift back to what she had just witnessed.

“Elijah,” she sneered the young man’s name, remembering the way his lithe form had been writhing atop her husband only a few minutes ago. The image, clearly branded forever in her mind’s eye, shot a burning question through her mind; ‘How many times have you fucked him?’ She didn’t even want to begin to image the answer.

Still in an utter state of shock, she tried to understand how she could have not known about her husband’s latent homosexual tendencies. How could she not notice how physically and emotionally close they always were? Especially at the party when Elijah had been pressing his face against her husband’s throat as he laughed. Yes, she knew Sean was with someone else but she had never, ever fathomed that it would turn out to be a man, let alone little, seemingly innocent Elijah Wood who was ten years his junior.

Frustrated beyond belief with her failing to understand, Christine hit the heel of her palm against the center of her steering wheel as she screamed. “That little faggot!” In her own ears she could hear the crack in her voice as she cried out over the blaring sound of her car’s horn. Using the tips of her fingers, she began to wipe furiously at the tears that threatened to blur her vision as a thought crossed her mind that she hadn’t realized until that moment.

‘That little ‘faggot’ is the one who makes Sean happy...happier than you could or ever can make him.’ All thoughts of shock and misperceptions suddenly fell away as an entirely new emotion reared its ugly head - jealousy. This young man came out of nowhere and somehow did something that she had failed to do for the past five years. He made her Sean...no, not her Sean anymore, his Sean…he made his Sean whole where she had left him lacking.

Those smoldering looks she had noticed returning to his gaze, the ones that always seemed to dwindle into nothingness whenever cast upon her, they were for Elijah…every goddamn last one of them. He brought back the very essence that made Sean the man he was. It was Elijah who was the one responsible for resuscitating the charismatic man she had fallen in love with so many years ago. It was two completely different worlds knowing that someone else was stoking the fires in his eyes and knowing that someone as well as she thought she knew Elijah.

A bubble of rage swelled just beneath her breastbone as she changed lanes with an agitated snap of her wrists. ‘It’s not fair, it’s not fucking right!’ She didn’t even bother now to wipe away the saline descending down the slope of her cheekbone. “I loved him first!” The sound of pure desperation bounced off the interior of her car to be absorbed by the thick fabrics lining the doors. “We…we have a child,” her voice slowly dropped as her thoughts sped ahead of her words. “Ally…oh god.” Before she had seen the young actor in such a compromising position with her husband, she would have continued to encourage her daughter to keep on talking and playing with Elijah. But now a flare of maternal instinct to protect her child hit home, square in her chest.

He was taking away everything Chris had ever wished for, and couldn’t believe she had gotten, right out from under her nose. First her husband, however she knew she had lost him years ago…just hadn’t lost him to anyone in particular. And now she saw that Elijah was also charming his way into Ally’s heart. The young girl was already calling him, rather fondly, Uncle. A bitter laugh passed from Christine’s lips, “Uncle Elijah.” She shook her head cynically, not believing just how blind she had been to not have seen before what the frivolous endearment really meant.

‘Don’t you remember how comfy Ally looked sitting on Elijah’s lap at the party? She was just sitting on his lap and playing with his glasses. Well, you were smiling then. Why aren’t you smiling now, Christine?’ Christine screwed her eyes shut as if the physical motion could drown out the taunting voice in her head.

A strange vision was beginning to form behind her eyelids. Her hands went slack on the steering wheel as a faint noise started buzzing in the back of her mind. Sean was sitting on the steps up to their house with one arm cradling Ally, the young girl’s hands wound around her father’s neck in a loose hug as she sat on his knee with one of her brightest smiles. In his other arm he held Elijah close to his side as the young man leaned his head on her husband’s shoulder. A haughty grin quirked up the corners of his lips as his bright blue gaze met hers, piercing right through her.

“No!” Her eyes snapped open as the vision disappeared the moment she spoke. The defiant cry was drowned out by the suddenly earsplitting whine of a car horn sounding just behind her. Looking ahead, her eyes widened just before she swerved to avoid crashing into the barrier separating the interstate. “Shit,” she whispered in shock as her breath started coming in short huffs. Too shocked at what she had almost done, she realized that there was no way she was stable enough to be driving alone. She turned off at the first exit she found that sounded the least bit familiar.

The sun had just about fallen completely behind the horizon when Christine found herself driving mindlessly through a strangely familiar neighborhood an hour or so south of Los Angeles. She didn’t know why but the street names seemed to ring a bell in the back of her mind. With the sidewalk lamps catching the dried tearstains marring the skin of her cheeks, she turned into a large cul-de-sac. Bitter and alone, she cut the engine and looked up at the small housing complex she had stopped in front of. Getting out of her car she slammed the door and leaned against it with her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes scaled up the tall building.

There was only one conclusion she could come to and in order to speak to Sean about it, she needed a level head. Therefore, she couldn’t go home just yet, not with a head full of steam that she needed to blow off. In addition, she wouldn’t let Sean know how much it was tearing her up inside. He clearly didn’t love her anymore; that had been obvious since before he even met Elijah. However, when Christine had gotten back from her mother’s she saw her Sean again, with eyes that could set anyone afire instead of before when they would do nothing but pull you into a void of purposelessness. After seeing those incredible eyes again she felt every emotion she had for him resurface. But she wasn’t about to let him know she still loved him when he could never reciprocate.

‘He can still be Sean but never with me.’ No matter how much that realization hurt she knew, from the very bottom of her battered heart, that it was the truth. And that was what she needed to figure out; what was more important, having Sean’s empty body for her own or knowing he was someone else’s but was still Sean?

After standing beside the car for nearly ten minutes, Christine finally started walking towards the main entrance to the complex. She had been there once before. Only a few days ago she had driven there with a friend. This particular friend was someone she had trusted almost instantly. She knew it would be very easy and therapeutic to open up to them. Trying to remember what room number had been, she slipped through the open doors and found the stairwell. Once she remembered, she reached the right floor and found herself standing before room four hundred and thirteen.

She hesitated for a moment as she drew in a deep breath. It might be easy for her to open up but she wasn’t sure how the inhabitant of the apartment would take her sudden appearance.

Raising her hand to the darkly painted door, Christine knocked. Her gaze fell upon the golden woven band encircling her wedding finger. The precious metal looked tarnished in the dim glow of the flickering hall light. As soon as she fiddled with it between thumb and forefinger for a few minutes while waiting for the occupant of the apartment to answer their door, she slipped it off and shoved it hastily into her pants pocket. ‘Bye Sean…’ Just as she let her hand fall limp to her side, the door creaked opened.

“Christine,” the voice sounded pleasantly surprised by her visit.

“Hey Viggo…”

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Sean was standing next to the coffee maker tapping his fingers against the dark marble countertop as he waited impatiently for the brew to be finished. The night before Sean hadn’t slept a single wink, especially when Ally crawled into bed with him crying her heart out because her mother still wasn’t home. He needed the caffeine almost as much as he needed oxygen to breath.

On the opposite side of where Sean stood, Ally was seated quietly on the hardwood counter beside her bowl of Cheerios. Her round eyes were intently watching his every nervous movement as he began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. Looking down at the few flowing bits of cereal swimming around in the puddle of milk, Ally opened her mouth to ask the only question that had been on her mind the entire night since her father had come home, alone.

“Daddy, why didn’t Mommy come home last night?,” She saw her father’s back go rigid as soon as she spoke. The next few minutes passed by slowly in silence as Ally watched her father delay his answer by busying himself with finding a mug for his coffee. “Daddy,” Ally pressed, before hopping off the counter and walking the short distance between them to stand by his side.

Looking up at him, she saw a strange expression carving the planes of his face. Unable to stand such a sad and pained look, her eyes fell to stare blankly at the black button eyes of her bunny slippers as she slipped her small hand inside her father’s. For some reason, seeing her father in such a state put her in one to match his. Long minutes passed as Sean stared at the dark liquid dripping slowly into a pot while his daughter stood next to him holding his hand and, unable to look at his face, was watching her slippers. After a while she pulled her hand away, and felt his hand move to rest on the top of her head before hearing the rustle of fabric as he knelt down to be level with her.

“You remember when I told you that sometimes things can be a little too complicated to explain?” Waiting for her nod, Sean placed a hand on her shoulder and slipped his thumb under her chin so she would meet his gaze. She looked up as she bit her lip and nodded hesitantly. “Well, this is one of those things.” He knew it was the easy way out but he wasn’t about to burden his seven year old pride and joy with the truth. Placing his other hand to the back of her head he pulled her close and pressed a gentle, comforting kiss to her forehead. “Just remember that both your mommy and daddy love you more than anything,” he whispered against the soft curls of her hair as she buried her face against his shoulder and hugged him tight.

“Please don’t be sad, Daddy,” Ally pleaded, her voice muffled by the crisp fabric of Sean’s white button-up shirt. As he held her in his arms he lost all concept of just exactly who was comforting who.

It was at that moment Christine walked into the kitchen to find her husband kneeling on the floor holding their daughter close to him while Ally wrapped her arms around his neck. Opening his eyes, Sean saw her standing silently in the doorway with an unreadable expression. He let go of Ally as the young girl ran to her mother and hugged her tightly with a quiet cry of, “I missed you Mommy.” As he stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving Christine’s, he heard her tell Ally to go upstairs and take a bath in order to get ready for school. Once Ally was out of earshot Sean crossed the kitchen to stand close to Christine.

“Where were you last night?” Despite everything, Sean was worried about Christine, he still cared about her, and she heard it plain as day in his voice. “You scared Ally and me half to death.” Sean said with a strained voice as he gently gripped Chris’ forearm. Stepping away from him, Christine looked over his shoulder at the coffee waiting in the pot. She cast her gaze back to him as a malicious glint edged across her face.

“You know you’re very surly in the morning before you’ve had your coffee.” She paused for a moment before adding with a drawling relish; “I bet Elijah doesn’t like that one little bit.” Surprised, Sean couldn’t help when his eyebrows knit together at Christine’s audacity at making such an offhand comment. A haughty grin played over her lips upon seeing his expression. He was about to say something just before she cut him off. “Go get a cup for yourself and meet me in the living room, I’ve got something I need to show you.” Chris instructed as all traces of spiteful humor drained from her voice and he could hear the unguarded bitterness bleeding through. Turning on her heel, Sean stared at her retreating back before quickly filling his mug and following her.

She was sitting on the leather couch, looking down at a manila folder lying on the glass coffee table. Once Sean sat down she opened the folder to reveal a large stack of white printer paper covered with black ink letters, red pen marks filling every last inch of available margin space. He remembered seeing her working on the papers one night a few weeks ago but hadn’t noticed what they were. Now that he got a closer look he spotted his name and Christine’s.

‘Divorce papers...’ Before Sean had a chance to ask her when she had gotten them, because it was obviously before she had known about him and Elijah, she was speaking quietly. Not once did she look up at him as she spoke.

“I had them drawn up when I went down to visit my mother.” She could almost hear Sean’s eyes widen before he nearly choked on the steaming coffee that had made it halfway down his throat just as she spoke. No matter how surprising that fact was to Sean a wayward thought wormed into his mind; ‘Elijah was merely the catalyst.’ However, he couldn’t understand why Chris had gotten the papers such a long time ago but hadn’t even mentioned them.

“Why?” Sean croaked, swallowing down another sip of coffee to clear his throat. It was subtle and almost unperceivable, but Sean noticed a slight change in Christine’s manner as she started speaking again; it was wistful gleam that glazed her eyes.

“When I first meet you, Sean, you were this young writer who had every ambition to become a great novelist; even dreamt of becoming a screenplay writer and director.” There was defiantly a small smile pulling at Christine’s lips. “You were so charismatic and I simply couldn’t help falling head over heels for you.” Her voice broke halfway through her sentence as her lips began to tremble with a suppressed sob.

It was physically paining Sean to see a woman he cared about so much feeling so forlorn, and the knowledge that it was all his fault was slowly beginning to eat away at him. The only thing he could think of was trying to comfort her. “Chris,” he whispered, leaning forward and placing his cup on the glass table before gently moving to place his hand against her shoulder. Cringing away from his fingertips, Christine warned him not to touch her in a low voice.

“Then, then you started writing that book five years ago and...” An unchecked sob racked through her body as she wrapped her arms around herself. “And I knew I would lose you over it. You started becoming so distant…it was your eyes that told me…” For the first time since she had started speaking, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Do you know how much a person can tell from your eyes, Sean?” He opened his mouth but found no words could come out as she held him captive with her own eyes. Such pain and anguish all compressed into two shimmering pools.

“There was this aura that used to shine in your eyes.” With that she ducked her head back down. She swallowed back down another sob as she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes. “It was like your soul and heart were so big they were just aching to burst out of you so they could touch everyone…but then that light I loved so much began to die.” As she pressed harder against the stinging tears her voice became steadier. “I couldn’t stand to see you in such a state. You weren’t Sean anymore…you’d become some purposeless shell of your former self.” Her hands dropped away from her face before she reached out and pulled the folder into her lap.

“So when I visited my mom I had a lawyer down there draw these up for me. I couldn’t stand the vacant look that always seemed to haunt your eyes.” Folding over the manila, she placed the folder in Sean’s lap before angling her body towards him. She looked up again with dry eyes, rimmed pink by holding back her tears. “But then I came back and,” she paused, almost too disgusted and confused to continue. However, once she stared again she couldn’t stop. Not even pausing to take a breath she let every emotion pour from her lips unguarded. “And you were back, the same man I fell in love with. My old Sean was back…” Voice breaking, she couldn’t hold back the tears now. She was nearly in hysterics as she kept on speaking.

“Except you weren’t mine anymore and you’d never be mine again.” Ignoring her previous warning, Sean couldn’t hold back his desire to comfort her; it was his nature. As he wrapped his arms tight around her shoulders she kept talking while pressing her hands against his chest, trying to escape his firm grasp. “I realized it at the party when this passionate fire seemed to be raging in your eyes but then started to fade into nothingness when you looked at me.” Finally taking a breath, she looked up at his face to see that his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

‘How dare he cry, it’s all his fault...he doesn’t get to cry.’ A new arsenal of fresh anger swept over her as she balled the fist pressed against him. “And now I know it’s all because of that…that…” Her voice faltered for a moment before finally whispering fiercely, hitting his chest to emphasize her words. “That cocksucker!” Beneath her fist she felt Sean’s tell-tale flinch but nevertheless his grip remained the same.

“Shhhh,” Sean whispered, cradling the back of her head while the other arm wrapped around her shoulders. Finally yielding to his warmth and offered comfort she broke down and buried her face in his chest, still pressing her fist against him as she cried.

They stayed like that for quarter of an hour while Ally was still getting ready for school. When Christine pulled away from his embrace her eyes were puffy and the skin surrounding them blotched. There was a wet spot marring Sean’s white shirt but he paid it no mind as he looked into Christine’s eyes. Once she had calmed down, she turned her attention back to the folder lying in Sean’s lap. Putting on a brave face, she switched to the topic she had first intended on talking about with Sean.

“I-I want this to go smoothly.” She took a deep breath after hearing how weak her voice sounded. “Because despite my animosity towards that particular book I want to see your movie succeed and a rocky divorce will be dragged into the media and that is never a good thing.” The first thing Sean thought of was Ally. Seeming to read Sean’s expression Christine quickly added, “I’m not a monster, Sean. I would never keep my daughter from seeing her beloved father.” Once she stopped, Sean knew there was something more she wasn’t saying; he could see it in her eyes. Regardless of the fact, the divorce probably would have occurred whether or not he had met and fallen for Elijah, he knew she wanted retribution anyway she could have it for being humiliated. With bated breath he waited for the inevitable.

“However,” she started. ‘Here it comes...’ Sean thought, nervously biting the inside of his cheek. “There will be one condition if you want to have a nice clean split. Until the divorce is final, you can neither be seen nor see Mister Elijah Wood in any non-work related setting.” Sean felt his breath catch in his throat as he heard her words.

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‘Click, click, click...’ He heard Elijah before he saw him as the rhythmic clicking of his messenger bag sounded through the halls as he drew closer to the makeup room. It was still an hour until the cast and crew were officially supposed to arrive for filming that day but Sean found himself waiting patiently with Billy and Dominic sitting in several of the cushy spinning chairs. The two other men were quietly watching Sean as the sound slowly and steadily got louder and louder. As soon as it sounded just outside the door, it abruptly stopped. The knob began to twitch as Elijah fumbled with opening it.

“Sean!” A surprisingly high-pitched squeak passed from between Elijah’s lips as managed to get the door open and bounded towards Sean. Heedless of the still steaming cup of mocha in his hand and the cumbersome messenger bag slung over his shoulder and banging against his hip, the young man threw his arms around his lover’s neck and pressed his face against his shoulder. “Oh Sean,” he sighed against the material of Sean’s shirt as the older man placed a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Lijah, we have to talk. Okay?” The warm body pressed against his froze at hearing those words. Elijah pulled away slowly, shifting his bag in front of him as a barrier between himself and Sean. There were dark circles under his bright eyes and Sean knew from that sight alone that Elijah must not have slept a single minute the night before. Realizing what his words had sounded like Sean quickly amended them. “Oh, no, nothing like that Lij.” The words poured from his mouth as he stepped towards Elijah and kissed him full on the lips, not caring in the least bit that Billy and Dom were there watching.

Once Sean reluctantly parted his lips from Elijah’s, he took his hand and led him to one of the makeup chairs. A few feet from them the other couple started talking quietly, pretending not to listen. Following Sean’s instructions, Elijah sat down and nervously clutched his messenger bag in his lap.

“What is it Sean?” Elijah’s eyes grew wider then he had ever seen them before as they flicked back and forth, searching for anything on Sean’s face that would hint at what the older man wasn’t saying. Looking back over his shoulder he dropped his voice for only Sean to hear. “What did she say?” He tried again, looking up at Sean with an openly petrified expression paining his normally youthful and cheerful face.

“She said the divorce would be smooth-,” he was cut off by Elijah as the younger man slid his arms around Sean’s waist with a quiet cry of his name. Elijah couldn’t think past the guilt as he pressed his face against Sean. “Shhhh, it’ll be okay Lij…trust me, it would have happened whether I had fallen for you or not.” As he whispered, his hand began to slip through the soft, un-gelled strands of Elijah’s dark hair. Those words comforted Elijah beyond what Sean realized when he had spoken them. “But, she said there was one condition.” The gentle breath that had been puffing lightly against the fabric of Sean’s shirt stopped as Elijah looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“She said that until the divorce is final I can’t see or be seen with you in any ‘non-work related environment.’” He felt his heart tear in two as he watched Elijah’s eyebrows furrow together and his lips parted in silent confusion. Slowly, the younger man extracted his arms from around his lover’s waist. Folding them calmly, he let them rest against the bag lying in his lap. Sean noticed how Elijah’s lower lip began to tremble before he caught it between his teeth. The piercing blue eyes fell away from Sean’s face as he cast his gaze down at his hands. It seemed to have gone completely silent in the makeup room as the only thing Sean could hear was Elijah’s eerily calm breathing.

“I…I,” he swallowed the lump that had begun to form in his throat. “I’m sorry Sean…” The young man knew that he would do anything to be with Sean, no matter how much it would hurt him. But, in his heart, he wasn’t so sure if he was worth all the pain his writer would have to go through just to be with him. “Do you regret it now…regret us?” His voice had grown impossibly small and Sean had to strain in order to hear it above his own breathing.

Down the hall he could hear the makeup crew talking loudly as they made their way towards them. Hooking his fingers around the back of Elijah neck, Sean placed a kiss to his brow as he whispered in a low, husky voice. As he looked past the strands of Elijah’s hair he found Dom staring back at him with an unreadable expression.

“Not for a single second.”

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The plan that Victoria had arranged two weeks in advance was that on Saturday, the cast and crew were required to catch a red eye flight to New York City. This meant that they would have to get the majority of the principle filming done by Friday before they left on Saturday. They had finished filming the entire first hour of the film, though they would have to see how much they would need to re-shoot after editing. Therefore on Thursday they planned to finish filming all the William and Patrick scenes they could in L.A. before shooting the rest in New York.

The last scene they had to get was ‘their’ scene. Before Christine had caught them together Sean had been dreading the scene because he was certain Chris would notice how casually they kissed. Only now it was ten times worse because Chris would be their watching and knowing. Plus, since he had to keep his word to her, this scene would most likely be the last time he would get to touch Elijah so intimately; granted there would be a camera rolling the entire time. Sean knew when she wasn’t there to watch filming; Viggo would be her eyes and ears so they didn’t do anything beyond talking and a stolen kiss here or there when they were completely alone in the makeup room.

Everyone showed up exactly on time for once on Thursday. Hanging back quite a ways from the actual set was Orlando with his girlfriend, who seemed to be talking quite animatedly with Victoria. He didn’t have a scene to film that day but he came anyway to ‘cheer’ on Sean and Elijah. Close to the leading man, were Billy and Dom were wearing twin grins that blatantly spelled out their intensions. Somewhere in the throng of people, Sean knew Christine was there watching his every move.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Elijah walking behind the cameras and several crews to find Sean standing off set, decked out in his own costume that was only a slight variation of Elijah’s. Casually as he could, the young man stood close to Sean as a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. The only thing keeping him together at that moment was Sean’s sturdy, warm presence radiating next to him.

‘“Don’t worry, Lij…that’ll never happen to us…”…“I-I just don’t know what I’d do if I never saw you again…”’ Elijah’s mind began replaying every moment of despair when he though he would lose Sean. He could almost feel the raindrops falling on his head as he remembered back to that first time he’d waited on Sean’s steps. It was as if his every worst nightmare had come true and it had only dawned on him at that moment when he realized that until after the divorce, this would be the last time he’d get to lie with Sean.

The writer had been right all along, everything was in fact preordained…he had written it so, only with slight variations between their story and his fictional one. They were going to be torn apart just like William and Patrick and there was nothing he could do about it except deal with the loss until after Sean’s divorce. And even then he knew Sean would be a little hesitant to do anything together.

Elijah couldn’t help the quiet yelp that escaped him as he thought about Sean’s fingertips gliding over his skin for the last time. Behind him, he felt Sean’s warm and always comforting arm slip under the waist of his coat to stroke gently at the clothed skin of his lower back. ‘“It’s these little things… that he does that spell out his loving intentions. Like when he places his hand on the small of my back…”’

He couldn’t stand to think about it and was thankful when the assistant director called for Sean. “We’re all set, Sean. Can you just come up here and check the angle of the shot before we start filming?” The older man shifted to hide his arm around Elijah’s waist before turning to him with a weary smile.

“One sec Lij,” he whispered, so close Elijah could feel his warm breath on his face. The young man waited offset while Sean looked over the angle of the shots, adjusting those he didn’t like. Behind him, Elijah heard the quiet click of a heel hitting against the paved ground of the Focus lot. He didn’t dare turn around when he felt hot breath against the back of his neck. Moisture was collecting as the person began to speak in a low tone, meant for Elijah’s ears alone and no one else’s.

“Since you’ve had so much practice fucking men I’m sure you’ll be perfectly flawless in this scene, Elijah, especially with my husband as your little fuckmate.” Elijah felt his blood run ice cold as the voice lingered in his ears.

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AN: Big thank you to the one and only stellahobbit for being the best beta ever! (Hope you're feeling better *hugs*) And now for a quick message; if you want to see something extra special that frodoninmeleth made for me and this little story check it out here...Thank you to everyone for still reading; *huggles ya'll*!