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Reflections in Blood	By : JulieDoc Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Been a while, hasn�t it? I hope you like thses next two installments.
This chapter rated NC-17 for the long-awaited vampire sex. It�s Ian McKellen/Hugo Weaving. Some people have objections to sex involving someone of Ian�s age (yes, unfortunately, I�ve heard of this squick). If you don�t like, just scroll down to the ****.
Ava: Here is Hugo and Ian�s scene, plenty of "vampire stuff". Hope you like.
Rammstein: Thanks for your review! I hope that the story will continue to entertain you!

7b. Voices in the Night: Ian and Hugo (and the Peanut Gallery)
Hugo and Ian walked down the hall while Viggo and Sean continued their conversation inside Sean�s room. The vampire was whipcord-tense and Ian could easily see that. "Nervous?"
"More relieved that he didn�t attack me." Hugo didn�t make eye contact with Ian
"It�s more than that, Hugo. Alan left you right on the edge before we had to go rushing right in." The wizard edged closer to Hugo, the sympathy close to innuendo. Hugo had always turned Ian�s offers of blood down, such encounters had always seemed empty to him, and violations of the strict moral code he�d set for himself.
"He didn�t want to embarrass himself, or me, in front of you. I can understand." Sharing blood was generally a clandestine act among vampires; to do so in front of someone else was tantamount to having sex in public, and many considered it worse.
"He left too quickly. At the least, he could have let you down more easily. That was uncalled for."
"I had to calm down quite quickly, but there was time enough for it while you let me stand in the hall."
"I�m sorry, Hugo," The wizard shook his head, waiting for the vampire to look at him. "How do you feel now?"
"Starved," Hugo replied quietly, pulling his flask from his pocket again.
Ian watched as he clearly drank all of it. Blood was not all Hugo needed at this moment; that was easy to see. Ian had hoped to ask the vampire again to accept another offer to feed on him. Truth be told, although Ian and Hugo acted as guardian angels to the cast and crew of the three films, Ian had taken it upon himself to watch over Hugo, as well. Ian loved him just as much as he loved the others, if not more for simply who he was, and what he often put himself through. He was open, and friendly and funny with the human side of his nature, but he often punished his vampire side. Yes, he survived on bottled blood, but all vampires desired human blood, warm, live blood, hopefully coupled with the reassuring, pleasurable connection of sex. That was why any mortal who entered into a relationship with vampire had to put up with eventual infidelities, "bullshit", as Alan had called it. Feeding too often from any one human being made that human ill, and Hugo knew this, above all others of his kind. So, he avoided people, avoided taking what he craved from them, considering it the very worst kind of abuse. Ian had always known as much; he watched Hugo carefully, had listened intently when he talked.
He�d also made plans, just in case Hugo should visit him on this trip. "I have a few bottles here, if you�d like one."
"Here? You�re staying here?" Hugo raised a "deadly eyebrow", but his expression was more bewildered than angry.
Ian shrugged, "Not exactly, but Bean and the Hobbits and Orlando are, so I decided to rent an auxiliary room just in case I needed to keep two eyes on them. I have been keeping the bottles in both hotels, in case you came to visit. If you didn�t, I was going to give them to you anyway."
"John�s right, you are a busybody wizard." Hugo snorted, torn over whether to be angry, to be touched, or to laugh at Ian�s behavior.
"Some people might call it �being considerate�, you know."
The vampire shrugged. Ian shook his head at Hugo, frustrated. He knew how the undead were; if their need for sex wasn�t immediately satisfied when it was upon them, they wanted more blood to counter balance the deprivation. It also worked the other way around. Hugo was extremely frustrated, by the way he�d drunk his flask since Alan left. Ian didn�t fault Hugo that. Alan at his best was admirable; at his worst, he was maddening, unrelentingly seductive. "You know, my offer still stands. My door is always open to you, Hugo."
"I�m honored, but . . ." those words were some of the kindest a vampire could hear; they meant that vampire could come and go freely in and out of that person�s home at any time. Unfortunately, being in close quarters with Ian was not something that Hugo wanted; the temptation was too great. Like most of his people, Hugo was attracted to kindness and beauty and humanity, not to any particular gender. Ian had these things to spare, and was also a loyal, and yes, a considerate man. Hugo also had absolutely no doubt in his mind what Ian would answer if he asked to spend the night. He refused to make Ian an empty encounter, a dip for his fangs or a balm for his need. The older man deserved better.
"Come up and have a drink, at least."
"All right, all right," he was thirsty and tired, " I�m afraid I won�t be very good company."
Ian lightly closed his hand over Hugo�s wrist, then increased his grip, the thin fingers surprisingly strong. "You may surprise yourself." The wizard was trying not to let himself appear overeager, and, in his own opinion, failing miserably. Recent events had made him lonelier than he wanted to feel, and, in his heart of hearts, he wanted Hugo to stay with him. "Please."
The sincerity in Ian�s bright blue eyes surprised Hugo, though he wasn�t entirely sure why. "Of course." Hugo secretly cursed himself for being snared by Ian's need for companionship; he really wasn't good company, especially not while he craved blood. He hoped that he wouldn't harm the older man in his carelessness, that this night wouldn't end with his fangs in Ian's neck. What made it worse was that Hugo knew that was exactly what Ian wanted.
They made their way up to Ian's room, Hugo's thoughts continuing to trouble him, as did Ian's desire, which he could plainly sense. If the vampire wasn't provided with blood soon, he was going to shatter. He simply had to hold out until he could leave, so the images of Ian's warm blood in his mouth, or the feel of the fingers that were like to burn his wrist like sunlight, left his mind. That was more difficult than he'd imagined, his fangs had dropped again, and he was already licking them behind closed lips. He was relieved when the wizard flipped a deep green bottle of red liquid at him from the small refrigerator. Effortlessly, Hugo caught it, pulling the cork out with his mouth, biting down on it hard between one fang and his bottom teeth.
He was getting desperate, he craved something to bite despite the cool slide of the blood, cut a little with port wine, trickling down his throat. The vampire had a last-ditch trump to play, noticing the lack of personal items around the room. "Isn�t your boyfriend here with you?"
"We haven�t been together for some months, I�m afraid."
Hugo's spirits dropped, and not only for Ian. He had just inadvertently hurt his friend and damned himself . "God, I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to pry, and I still don�t, but . . . "
"Why? Coming out of the �broom closet� can be more difficult than coming out of the conventional closet." Ian used the humorous term for revealing oneself as a magic-user, but there was bitterness in his voice.
"He couldn�t handle what you are?"
"It came as too much of a shock, the unreality of it. I'm not blaming him for it. I've known stronger and even more devoted people to buckle under that revelation." Ian shook his head. "Still, I'm through mourning for what could have been. I'm tired of losing friends, Hugo. You know why I brought you here."
"I know. You want me to stay . . . but I'll hurt you, Ian."
"You've made any pain I feel less just by keeping me company tonight, even if it has been mostly bess.ess." The wizard settled back onto the bed, used his palms to lever himself backwards he spread himself quite casually over the pillow and leaned back against the headboard. Come to bed, Ian's body read clearly, Taste of me. "You know that the bottled blood isn't enough, and how long has it been since you made love?" Hugo parted his lips in answer, fangs gleaming white behind his lips. "It doesn't matter," Ian interrupted before he could say a word.
"I could never use you like that."
"How could it possibly be use if it makes me feel better?" Ian shrugged off his jacket. Hugo watched him, no longer able to disguise the glow in his eyes as Ian pulled the knot from his tie, drawing sharp attention to his slim neck.
"You know, you're turning me on worse than Alan did." The vampire's voice was somewhere between a hiss and a growl.
The wizard gave an elegant shrug, smiling benignly, and began to undo his cuffs. Ian truly did love those fangs, they suited Hugo better than most,d and and refined at the same instant. He exposed his wrist, palm up, an excruciatingly trusting gesture. "Come up, Hugo."
Before the last syllable of his name had dropped from Ian's lips, the vampire was on the bed. He kissed Ian's wrist reverently, dropping his lips softly along the length of the veins. Ian brushed his fingertips gently over the side of Hugo's face. Soft, delighted little moans worked their way out of Hugo's throat as he kissed up toward Ian's fingers. He grazed Ian's thumb with one sharp canine and sucked it, swirling his tongue over the digit to the first knuckle, savoring the drop of blood he'd raised. Giving the older man's palm a lingering stroke with his tongue, he looked up. "If we do this, we do it right." Hugo passed a cool, but not cold, hand over Ian's neck, caressing softly. "Your throat."
"Of course," Ian�s hands went to his collar, but Hugo was faster.
The vampire caught them and gently moved them to Ian�s sides. Deftly, but slowly for someone who was gifted with superhuman speed, Hugo undid Ian�s shirt and tossed it away. Extremely light, pale fingers traced their way up Ian�s ribcage. "It would be rude of me to get blood on your clothes."
"Oh, yes, yes, by all means . . ." the wizard�s eyes looked mischievous. "It�s all a matter of politeness, but if you insist on being polite, I think I should, too." Ian folded his arms across his chest, and he smirked wider. He slid himself down on the bed by digging his heels into the mattress, and Hugo moved with him. Passing a hand over the front of Hugo�s shirt without touching it, the wizard unfastened the buttons, or, rather, the buttons unfastened themselves. Purring, Ian ran his fingers over the dark hair on the vampire�s chest.
Hugo leaned close, knowing that the older man wanted this as much as he did. One hand rested gently on Ian�s back as Hugo softly nipped under Ian�s ear. "You�ve done this before?"
Ian snorted, "Obviously. Are you sure you�ve been paying any attention to me at all?"
"You know what I mean, Ian. Has a vampire taken your blood before?"

"Oh, yes. I enjoy it. Alan took me into his confidence when we filmed."
"And into his bed."
"You said it, not me." Ian pulled Hugo�s lips to his own, to make him forget about what may have transpired in the past between him and Alan. Neither of them needed that darkening this experience. He kissed Hugo lightly, then spoke again, "You�re afraid I�m fragile becaI�m I�m older than you are. I am not fragile." Then, the wizard proceeded to prove it, kissing Huhorohoroughly, sliding his tongue deftly into the hollow of the vampire�s mouth. With the tip of that clever tongue, he teased the very ends of Hugo�s fangs, which contained considerable nerve endings. The vampire made a strangled sound

deep in his throat, craving the leave to moan. Pink, blood-tinged tears streamed from the corners of his tightly-shut eyes.
"Ian, I can�t stand it," Hugo finally gasped for breath, reflexively, as he truly didn�t need air, but there was too much of the human in him to forget that fact. He decided that what Ian had been doing to him would make any vampire crave respite. "Please." Needy fingers combed through the silver mass of Ian�s hair, a tender, loving gesture, but Hugo knew his gleaming eyes were not hiding his lust. He was too far gone.
Ian said nothing but rolled his head back on the pillow. Hugo hummed, very softly, licking the blood-tears which had fallen onto his lips. He had been anticipating this for hours, and curious about it for years. He lowered his form to Ian�s, feeling warm bare flesh beneath his naked body. He raised his eyebrow at the wizard again, and the older man, completely undaunted by the gesture, shot a furtive glance to a corner of the room, where their party finery now lay. "Bad wizard," Hugo snarled affectionately, and Ian shrugged, grinning, before threading his arms around Hugo�s back.
With a gratified sigh, Hugo traced his way up with his lips from Ian�s shoulder. Nipping the fair skin with his fangs, he listened as the man beneath him whimpered. Ian moved beneath him, wriggling so that their erections were flush. The searing contact distracted the vampire from the heated flesh he had been delicately tasting, and his lips were free to voice his pleasure and surprise now. Ian was insistent, his hand lightly grazing Hugo�s cock, and the blue eyes blazed with the finality of his decision. They joined fingers over their desperate erections as the slight movement threatened to pull them outside themselves.
This was too much for Hugo, not at all as he�d expected from Ian, primal, intense, but the inherent elegance of his partner made him stop short of thinking it dirty. He dipped his head back to Ian�s neck, praying for and against bruising, and sucked right below his jaw. The wizard�s free hand raked through Hugo�s hair, nails skittering along his scalp, sending jagged electricity behind. Then, Ian began to move, slowly, unceasinglyeatheath him, sending them stroking along each other, trapped by hands which were too frantic to let go. Lightly, his breath rolling hot along Ian�s neck, Hugo parted his lips at such an angle to rub his fangs nearly full-length against Ian�s throat.
Hugo felt Ian�s hand slip deviously down his back, drawing light circles over his buttocks. "Who�s driving who mad, Hugo?" the wizard growled. "Do it now." The last words were punctuated with surprisingly adamant thrusts of the older man�s hips, and deep digs of his nails into the vampire�s backside.
Hugo shivered as he felt the warm, familiar itch of the wounds healing themselves. It was almost worth the wounding to feel that sensation; mortals were never so lucky. He clasped Ian�s free hand with his own, licking his own blood from under Ian�s nails. "That was nasty," Hugo purred. He went back to sucking the magic-user�s neck almost casually, grazes of sharp fangs, swirls of cool, silky tongue. He listened to Ian groan softly for a few moments. Then, he could stand no more of the friction between their bodies. Opening his lips wide, he split Ian�s skin with his fangs, giving a sharp, downward thrust against Ian�s cock at the same time.
Blood, sweet and marvelously rich, filled Hugo�s mouth. Beyond the coppery twinges in it, there was a honeyed quality, and Hugo felt the contact between them grow a little more slick on his part. As the first few swallows of blood flowed down his throat, Hugo could feel his body temperature begin to rise, blazing through his muscles, under his skin. God, he could come right now, but made a decision with the dwindling conscious part of his mind to savor Ian. He licked the punctures so they wouldn�t bleed as muthe the precious liquid only a slow, hot trickle. Then, his vampire magick slithered through Ian�s blooearcearching out the wizard�s emotions.
He was feeling no pain, only urgency, and Hugo rewarded that need by sending threads of pure pleasure into those veins. Ian twitched beneath him, pushing them together harder, his deep moan a tide that Hugo craved to swim in. He lightly scraped the points of his fangs around the holes, licking and sucking at the thin streams of liquid. Hugo rested his palm on Ian�s chest and began drawing ruthlessly at the blood, though he knew it wouldn�t come quickly.
The older of the two practically sobbed. He had known this would be delicious, but Hugo's sudden lack of mercy came as a slight shock. Ian arched, rubbing one foot along Hugo's calf, hoping the gentle nature of the caress might buy him some time. The gods appeared to ignore him. Hugo pressed down, his fingers moving over both r cor cocks in insidious waves. At the same time, that velvet mouth teased the punctures he'd placed in Ian's neck, made sensitive by magick and sheer need. Ian grasped a fistful of Hugo's hair, levering his palm against the vampire's skull, and pulled.
Hugo growled against his neck, a wet, inhuman sound. The vibration of breath and noise against his flesh was nearly Ian's undoing. Ian squeezed Hugo hard, and the vampire released himself, bucking madly into Ian, sinking his fangs back into the punctures. The sharp, bright sensation of the fangs imbedded in his neck sent Ian over the edge.
They lay together, trembling violently. As soon as he'd regained his steadiness, the wizard nuzzled against the vampire's cheek. "Do you see what you've been missing, Hugo?"
Hugo seemed to let out a soft purr. "I wish I hadn't." he dropped a few soft kisses of Ian's lips. Then, he sinuously slid down the bed, began licking away the cooling seed from Ian's belly and groin. "Are you all right? Not too dizzy, I didn't take too much?" Ian shook his head, but Hugo could easily see he was tired. "Ahh, magnificent," Hugo paused in his rough lapping to meet Ian's eyes, but they were closed. "Tastes a bit like blood, or so I've always thought. I could live on this."
"Would you?" Ian slitted his eyes open, gestured with his fingers, opened them, closed them slowly. The windows darkened, deeper than the blackest smoked glass, blocking the lights from the streets outside, even the moonlight.
"I would." Hugo watched the small, kind spell in awe. So thoughtful. He wouldn't have to put on any sunblock or drink any magical elixir until he was ready to leave.
"I bought you enough Sanguine for a week, but I thought we could sleep a bit, instead."
Hugo finished bathing Ian carefully, then checked the refrigerator, finding that was indeed the case. There was a supply of juice in there as well, and Hugo couldn't help but smile. "You were preparing for this?" He poured Ian a glass, and brought it up to the bed.
"Only hopeful." Ian nodded his thanks to Hugo as he took the glass and sipped from it.
Hugo ruffled the silvery strands of Ian's hair, enjoying the softness as he finger-combed it. "Still, Ian, I'm going to order you room service when you wake up in the morning, the afternoon, whatever. You can eat fifth breakfast if you want it, it's on me."
"Is it, now? If I get the privilege of eating breakfast on you, then I want it now."
"You need your rest," Hugo chuckled. Now that Ian had convinced him to deepen their friendship, he was going to be insatiable. The vampire could see that if he'd had no senses at all.
"My blood�s warmed you up, Hugo. Are you going to stand beside the bed all night?" Ian had barely slipped himself under the covers when the vampire was next to him, all feeding-induced heat.
"Not at all, master wizard," Hugo purred contentedly.
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Across the hotel, another conversation echoed through the minds of four other actors, as Viggo and Sean slept, and Hugo and Ian tried to get comfortable. Goodnight, Sean!! Lij threw his thought brightly.
Sean Astin cracked open one eye. Goodnight, Lij.
Goodnight, Lij, Dom threw from his room.

Goodnight, Dom! Goodnight, Billy, Elijah's mindvoice sought out their Scottish friend.

Buuuuurp . . . showed up in the group's thoughts, loudly, or, at least, the mental equivalent of it did.

Billy!!! Dominic groaned.
Burp! Lij tried to outdo him.

Don't encourage Lij, Billy! the others could practically see Astin pulling the pillow over his head to keep out the "sound".

Goodnight, Jon-Boy, Billy yelled at Dom.

You're pushing it, Boyd. Goodnight.

I wonder if we all "yelled" at the same time, we could reach Orli? Lij asked.

I'm in, Billy said.
Tired, but we could try, Dom added.

Yeah, all right, Astin entered the conference.

GOODNIGHT, ORLI! the four of them practically screamed mentally.
The thought came to Orlando like a faint echo, that the others were saying goodnight to him. Rubbing his forehead, he turned over in the covers. "Yeah, yeah, goodnight," he mumbled to no one in particular, though he had no idea why.
AN: That last bit may seem a bit frivolous, but �twill become important later, I promise. Next chapter: back to the cult and the plot.
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