Fic: Photo Shoot

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title: Photo Shoot 
pairing: Viggo/Dominic 
rating: NC-17 
words: 3700+ 
summary: Secrets come out when Dominic has some pictures taken.

Dominic turned the camera over in his hands, giving it a cursory examination. He found he didn’t quite know what to do with it; it wasn’t digital, or even a recent model film camera. Viggo moved around the room, around Dominic, and didn’t answer when Dominic asked him what he was supposed to be doing with the camera Viggo had dropped gently into his lap.

"Vig?"

"Just hold it for a minute," Viggo finally replied. He didn’t turn around. He was half on the worktable and half on a stool, reaching for something on a high shelf. Dominic didn’t think it wise to distract him. "That camera needs more light."

Dominic looked around the makeshift studio. "You sure there’s not enough light already?" he asked. There were three tungsten scoops, all diffused with white umbrellas, focused on the low, deep sofa in front of the window.

"The window’s open," Viggo said, as if that explained everything. Which, Dominic realized belatedly, it rather did. The sunlight from outside, however dim it appeared, would outshine just about everything they set up in the much-darker studio.

Dominic turned his attention back to the old film camera in his hands. "Why are you using this one, then?"

Viggo returned, holding another lighting instrument and several bolts of fabric. "Because the prints will be beautiful."

Dominic couldn’t hold back a smile, and after Viggo had put down his supplies, he took the camera from Dominic’s waiting hands.

"Which fabric do you prefer?" Viggo asked quietly, fiddling with the settings on the camera.

Dominic crouched down beside the sofa to touch them. The black fabric was slippery, almost like satin, but not shiny. The deep red was much softer, but also heavier. The last one, a desaturated light blue, almost grey, felt light in Dominic’s fingers, like a bed sheet.

"Is this colour film?"

"Yes."

Dominic bit his lip. "I don’t know. What do you think, Viggo?"

"For you? The red will bring out the gold in your hair, and make your skin seem warmer. The black will be much starker, though, if that’s what you’re aiming for." Viggo eventually looked up to study Dominic with the fabric beside him. "The blue will bring out your eyes."

"Not the black, then," Dominic said finally. "I’m wearing black cuffs, so I don’t want them to blend in or anything." He slipped his right index finger beneath the bands around his opposite wrist. "Unless you think I shouldn’t wear them?"

"No, I want you to wear them." Viggo put down the camera and joined Dominic on the floor. "Let’s go with the burgundy," he decided. "It’s more of a sensual colour, wouldn’t you say?"

Dominic felt a blush rise to his cheeks and nodded. Together, they unrolled the fabric and draped it over the sofa. Viggo then gestured for Dominic to take a seat on top of it.

"Should I…" Dominic tugged at the hem of his shirt. Viggo shrugged, and Dominic took that to mean that it was Dominic’s choice whether to take it off now. Eager to begin, Dominic pulled the shirt over his head and sat down on the cushion Viggo had indicated.

Viggo didn’t look at him. He set up the last lighting instrument and resumed fiddling with the camera instead. This made Dominic feel more exposed than if Viggo had looked at him; Dominic was comfortable in his own skin, and used to people looking. Dominic cleared his throat, an undercurrent of nervousness beginning to creep into his thoughts.

Viggo looked up. And stopped moving. Dominic’s lips curved into a smile.

"Did you have a plan for this, Dom?"

Dominic shrugged and idly scratched the back of his neck. "Not really."

"How explicit do you want to get?"

"Pornographic," Dominic answered with a wicked grin.

Viggo chuckled. "Yeah, we can do that."

"I’ll just strip off, then?" Dominic asked, sliding a thumb beneath the waistband of his trousers. He’d already kicked off his shoes when he’d entered the studio to match Viggo’s nonexistent footwear.

"Go ahead," Viggo said. He twisted the camera onto a tripod and perfected its position, his eye on the viewfinder.

Dominic stood up and slid the trousers down his legs, then kicked them towards where he’d thrown his shirt. He was completely naked, now, except for the mismatched bands of leather around his wrists. Dominic sank back onto the cushions and swung his feet up onto the armrest, stretching his arms up to the opposite end of the sofa as well.

"This is short," he murmured. His hands and feet both hung over the edge of the sofa. "I can barely touch both ends of the one I have at home. I like this, it makes me feel taller."

"Hmm," Viggo mumbled in acknowledgement. "All right, the camera’s set. There’s one thing I want to try with the window, though…"

Dominic followed Viggo with his eyes, watching intently as Viggo drew the blinds and twisted them until they created sharp, angled shadows across Dominic’s body.

"Too much?" Viggo asked. Dominic looked down at his bare chest, where he could see the lines cutting across. "Hmm… Maybe…" Viggo pulled a few strings on the blinds, and then he pulled out a pocketknife. After a moment, he stepped away. He’d made the spaces between each slat larger by collapsing several of them. He looked back at Dominic.

"Better?"

"Yeah, that’s better. Stretch out like you were before."

Dominic did as he was told and stretched his arms above his head again. His back arched off the cushions when the pose became an actual stretch of his muscles.

"Viggo?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you do this sort of thing a lot?"

"No." Viggo shook his head and peered into the viewfinder. "Don’t move."

Dominic heard a couple clicks and whirrs from the camera. "Viggo?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever had pictures like this done of yourself?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Viggo didn’t answer. He stepped out from behind the tripod and rearranged the fabric near Dominic’s knees, and then he stood up and turned off one of the lights.

"I thought you said we needed that."

"I was thinking of a different mood," Viggo admitted. He pushed the light stand out of the way. "Arch your back again, as high as you can."

Dominic did so, closing his eyes, and heard another click-whirr. He felt Viggo approach him, so he opened his eyes again. Viggo put his hand beneath Dominic’s back.

"Stay up," he murmured. With his free hand, Viggo pushed the fabric into a more aesthetically pleasing bundle of wrinkles and shadows.

"Viggo… Why not?" Dominic whispered.

Dominic felt Viggo’s fingers press harder against his skin, but he couldn’t tell if it was Viggo or himself that caused it. He thought about dropping down, trapping Viggo’s hand beneath him.

"Because it’s better for people like you to do it."

At that, Dominic did drop down to the cushions. Viggo slid his hand away, though, and rested it on Dominic’s bicep.

"What does that mean?" Dominic asked. He reached out and caught Viggo’s arm as he moved away. "C’mon. People like me?"

"People like you…" Viggo began, kneeling down beside the sofa again. "You wouldn’t mind if someone did this…" He touched Dominic’s clavicle and slowly drew his fingers down, pressing harder as they went. "You don’t mind if people see you."

"And you do?" Dominic shivered at Viggo’s hand on his stomach.

Viggo shrugged one shoulder. "More than you, anyway."

He stood up again. Dominic let out a breathy sigh and retraced Viggo’s touch with his own fingertips. Viggo’s hand closed around Dominic’s right ankle and pushed it up until his leg was resting on the back of the sofa. Dominic held the position with ease.

"Viggo?"

"Yes, Dom?"

"Why did you agree to this? You just said you don’t often do this sort of thing." Dominic shifted his torso, searching for a more comfortable position without moving his limbs.

"Because I didn’t want you going anywhere else," Viggo replied. "Going to anyone else." He focused the camera, his eye on the viewfinder, and clicked. Dominic wondered if Viggo had meant to capture the pleased expression Dominic couldn’t keep from showing on his face. "Put your left foot on the floor," Viggo said. "And your right back on the armrest."

Dominic moved carefully, so as not to upset the carefully arranged cloth, and let one arm also hang off the edge of the cushions. The heat from the lights was pleasant rather than stifling, and Dominic closed his eyes again, basking in the warmth.

The camera emitted two more click-whirrs, and then Viggo announced, " All right, I’m done with the posed shots. It’s your show, now."

Dominic opened his eyes and grinned wickedly. "I need to… get in the mood, then."

"You’re 27; you’re always ‘in the mood’."

"I resent that. I’m not as bad as Elijah, at any rate," Dominic said teasingly. He sat up, completely unashamed of his nudity. "Take your shirt off or something. Visual stimulation and all that."

Viggo unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off at Dominic’s silent insistence, revealing his smoothly muscled chest and abdomen. "I didn’t know you were… that way inclined," he murmured.

Dominic raised an eyebrow. "You’re joking, right?"

"I didn’t want to… assume."

"Assume away," Dominic replied softly, pushing himself to his feet. "I’m immensely entertained by people’s assumptions. They’re all true, anyway."

"All of them?"

Dominic didn’t answer. Viggo’s lips twisted into a smirk as Dominic paced in front of him—in front of the camera. Dominic could feel Viggo’s gaze on him; it was addictive. Dominic walked right up to the tripod and reached around it to pull Viggo out, pull him closer until they were standing almost chest-to-chest. Dominic looked up at Viggo, his eyelashes lowered in what he knew was a seductive manner.

"Viggo… Have you ever done this before?"

Viggo swallowed and studiously kept his eyes on Dominic’s face, rather than… lower. "Have you?"  

Dominic tsk-ed. "Not polite to answer questions with questions, Viggo. But… yes, I have." Dominic relaxed his grip on Viggo’s arm, sliding his hand up until he was cupping Viggo’s neck. "Have you ever done this?" he asked, leaning in closely.

Viggo’s hands mirrored Dominic’s, one on either side of his face. "Yeah," he whispered. Dominic found he’d forgotten what exactly it was that he’d asked. Viggo closed the distance between them, surprising Dominic by initiating a fierce kiss. Dominic’s legs suddenly felt like jelly, and he quickly walked them backwards so he could sit down on the sofa. He pulled Viggo with him, half atop him, and they didn’t break the kiss.

Viggo’s hands fell to the back of the sofa to hold himself up. When he pulled away, Dominic gasped.

"What do you want?" Viggo asked, his tone slightly suspicious.

"You," Dominic breathed, curling his fingers around Viggo’s shoulders. "You want to know for how long?"

"How long, then?"

"Remember when you kissed Billy? During filming?" Dominic swallowed. "He talked to me about it. Since then, I’ve been imagining it. Imagining you. Wanting you."

"You lie about everything, Dom."

"Not everything," Dominic protested. "Not this."

"So what do you want?"

"I just want…" Dominic trailed off, his eyes unfocused. Without warning, he surged up and kissed Viggo again, as softly as he could manage with such a motion. Viggo’s thigh was between Dominic’s knees, and he arched his hips forward so that Viggo could feel his erection. "Please, I just want you," he murmured against Viggo’s mouth. "You want me too. I know."

Viggo pushed Dominic off, pushed him flat against the sofa cushions. "How do you know that? What if I don’t?"

Dominic’s eyes were wide and determined, and he propped himself up on his elbows. "You do, though, and we both know it, so does it matter?"

"You’re an annoying little bastard, y’know that?" Viggo muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Please give me this," Dominic replied quietly. "I’ve waited for this moment."

"So, what, you want me to fuck you?"

Dominic exhaled loudly. "Anything," he said on his next breath.

"What if my idea of ‘anything’ ends with kissing?"

"Then give me that."

"And then you’ll be satisfied?" Viggo smirked again. "I doubt that."

"Why are you doing this?" Dominic asked. He was genuinely confused.

"Because you don’t know everything, Dominic."

Dominic shook his head hesitantly. "No…"

"And you don’t know what I want."

"But you do want me, I know that. Take me, then. Please."

Viggo paced for a moment, not looking down at Dominic. "I don’t get it, Dom. Why me?"

"I told you."

"You told me how long, not why."

"I don’t know why. Now it’s your turn: why are you resisting?"

Dominic narrowed his gaze at Viggo, who had the decency to look apologetic as he swept forward and touched Dominic’s cheek.

"Because you’re young," Viggo whispered.

"So what if I am? I know what I want."

"Because I’m old enough to be your father."

"But you’re not my father, and you don’t act that way." Dominic wrapped his hands around Viggo’s forearms. "Please, do this for me." He slowly leaned up to kiss Viggo again, and this time, Viggo didn’t pull away.

Viggo pressed closer to Dominic, pinning him to the back of the sofa, and then twisting so that he fell back horizontally again, Viggo lying half atop him. Dominic could feel Viggo’s erection through his jeans, and he slid his hands down Viggo’s sides to tug at the waistband. Viggo broke the kiss long enough to shed the jeans and the boxers he wore underneath, and then he crawled back onto the sofa with Dominic.

He laid soft, open-mouthed kisses across Dominic’s chest and throat, eliciting a stream of breathy sighs from the younger man. Dominic’s didn’t quite know what to do with his hands; they slid and grabbed and clutched at Viggo without purpose or reason, but Viggo didn’t seem to mind.

Dominic couldn’t focus. Viggo was kissing him, he was naked, Viggo was naked, they were kissing, and it was just as Dominic had imagined, only better, because it was real. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried not to appear too desperate, even though they both knew he was.

"Dominic…" Viggo breathed heavily, his lips hovering above Dominic’s skin. "I have wanted you," he said after a long pause. "I do want you."

"Then take me," Dominic replied. His voice was less than a whisper, and even though the room was silent but for their breaths, ambient noise still seemed to drown him out. "I want you to," he added, slightly louder and noticeably more confident.

Viggo, smiling candidly, pushed himself up onto his hands to stare down at Dominic. "The lights make your skin glow gold," he murmured.

Dominic blushed. "Thank you."

The bright lights, which had felt pleasantly warm earlier, were bordering on unbearable now, though Dominic knew that the feeling was partially from the effect Viggo had on him as well as the physical temperature of the lights. Both of their bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat, but Dominic didn’t mind. He pushed his face into Viggo’s neck when he felt Viggo’s hand slide down across his hipbone and gently grasp his erection.

Dominic moaned quietly and it seemed to spur Viggo on; his hand moved faster and Dominic arched his head back against the armrest.

"Viggo…" he whispered. "God."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Viggo asked, his voice both whispery and loud at once, as only Viggo seemed to be able to do. He kissed Dominic’s temple, and then his forehead. "That’s what I want, Dom. I want to make love to you."

"Oh god, yes," Dominic breathed. Viggo’s touch had reduced his speaking capabilities to nearly nothing. "Yes, I want that."

Then, inexplicably, Viggo stood up, leaving Dominic panting with desire. Viggo slowly withdrew back to behind the camera.

"Photos first," he said quietly. "I want to capture you like this."

"Viggo, please." Dominic reached out his hand for Viggo, but he didn’t have the capacity to move his entire body just yet.

"No, Dom. Photos first. It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?"

"I’m here for you," Dominic replied, shaking his head slightly.

"Then give me this," Viggo countered, echoing Dominic’s earlier plea. Dominic smiled; the camera clicked. Grinning, Viggo looked at Dominic from over the camera. "Touch yourself, Dom. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Dominic’s hand drifted down to his cock and closed into a fist around it, but he didn’t move. He sighed with pleasure and swallowed, preparing to speak.

"I want… I want you touching me. I want your hands on my chest, on my cock, in my hair. I want you to kiss me. I want you to keep me breathless."

"Sounds like I’m doing a fair job of it already," Viggo murmured when Dominic paused.

"You are. You do," Dominic agreed. He moved his hand slightly, lazily. "I want you to hold me down, Viggo. I want your weight on me."

"Spread your legs, Dom."

Dominic did so, and his stroked his cock once, slowly. "I want you, Vig. I want your cock, and I want to touch you, and I want you to enjoy this. Me."

Viggo clicked a few more pictures as Dominic talked. "Enjoy you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Dominic smiled. "You want that too."

"You’re not moving enough, Dominic," Viggo said distantly. "Touch your nipples, your ass. C’mon." As Dominic began to obey, Viggo continued, more quietly, "How do you know what I want?"

Dominic closed his eyes. "I just know." He hummed in pleasure when his fingers grazed his left nipple. "I’m right, aren’t I?"

"Yes," Viggo breathed.

"Take your photos, Viggo. I want you to touch me," Dominic said. His hand moved faster on his cock, and he arched his hips up. "Please, Viggo, please—"

"I want to capture you like this," Viggo whispered.

"God, come on—" Dominic whinged, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Perfect."

Viggo quickly abandoned the camera and joined Dominic on the couch, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. Dominic immediately wrapped his arms around Viggo’s torso, to keep him close. Viggo’s hands roamed over Dominic’s body, drawing soft moans and pleas from his lips. Dominic’s fingers squeezed and stroked Viggo’s shoulders in blind, frantic desire.

"Do you have—"

"In my jeans, Vig, come on.…"

Viggo pushed himself forcefully away from Dominic to retrieve the lubricant and condom from his abandoned pockets. Dominic stared at him with hooded eyes, completely given over to sensation. The thick red fabric beneath his back felt like millions of feathers rubbing against him; his own hand on his chest was sliding and pressing gently over his ribs and stomach. Finally, Viggo stood up again, necessary items closed in his fist. His cock was fully hard now, standing out proudly in front of him. Dominic felt a rush of heat through his body at the sight of Viggo’s firmly muscled chest, powerful legs, and thick, hard cock. He looked like a Greek God, like Zeus or that other one, the God of War, or something. And there was no mistaking the burning want in his eyes.

Dominic arched up off the cushions as Viggo approached. "Take me, Viggo," he breathed.

Viggo knelt on the couch between Dominic’s legs and snapped open the lube, drizzling some on his fingers. He slid them down, caressing Dominic’s balls, and then down to circle his entrance for an instant. Then he pushed one finger inside, and Dominic’s world narrowed to just the two of them—even further: to just Viggo’s fingers and his own arse. Dominic pushed back against Viggo’s hand, silently begging for more. It wasn’t long before Viggo gave in. First another finger, gently stretching him open, and then Dominic heard him tear open the condom and slide it on one-handed, felt him drizzle lube over them both. Dominic closed his eyes when he felt the blunt head of Viggo’s cock pressing into him. He held still, relishing the feel of it, until Viggo’s hand nudged his hip, urging him to move.

They rocked against each other for a moment, Dominic’s breaths coming fast and shallow and Viggo with his mouth pressed to Dominic’s throat. His tongue flicked out more than once, causing Dominic to squirm underneath him. Viggo was murmuring something without moving his lips, it was just sound coming out, vibrating agasint Dominic’s skin.

Viggo’s hands continued stroking Dominic’s body: sliding over sweaty thighs, squeezing his waist, brushing over his hardened nipples, and then back down and closing around the base of his cock. Dominic arched up at the sudden contact, encouraging Viggo to speed up his thrusts. It wouldn’t be long, now, Dominic knew; he couldn’t restrain himself, and he felt Viggo nearing the edge as well.

Dominic moved his hands up to Viggo’s hair, tangling in the shaggy strands at the crown of his head. "Oh, god, Vig," he groaned as Viggo’s hand started moving faster, in counterpoint to his hips.

"God, I've wanted this," replied, his voice low and rough. His teeth grazed Dominic’s jaw. "You knew… Why didn’t you say?"

Dominic smiled blissfully. "I thought it was just… wishful thinking."

All too soon, Dominic felt his the familiar rush of heat that he was powerless to stop. His fingers tightened into fists in Viggo’s hair as the orgasm rippled through his body. A moment later, Viggo came, thrusting his hips erratically into Dominic’s arse, his hand still idly pulling at Dominic’s softening cock. With a groan, Viggo lowered himself down on top of Dominic, resting his forehead on Dominic’s sternum. Dominic sighed contentedly and petted Viggo’s hair, soothing where he’d pulled before.

"Was that what you wanted?" Viggo murmured.

"It was so much better," Dominic said, shaking his head. "Better than I’d imagined."

"It was better than my fantasies," Viggo agreed. "But next time…"

Dominic beamed at the mention of there being a next time. "Next time, what?"

"Next time I want to set up the video camera."

 

fin.