Strange Attraction

Law & Order: SVU

by RoadrunnerGER

Disclaimer: Don't own them, not one of them. Lucky Dick Wolf. :D

A/N: Thanks for your reviews. :D So this is torture? LOL Well, I can't just kill them, huh? ;) Let's see what will happen…

10

Passion

It was a reflex, a reaction caused by Elliot's obvious fear, that Mike finally let go of him and turned around, backing out of the embrace.

What…?!

Elliot was left in his dust, stunned. His behind still was prickling from Mike's caresses and he was hoping that there was more where it came from. He did not know how much he would have to be pushed from here, but he knew that he definitely did not want to stop. Not now!

"Mike?" he croaked, reaching out for him. He grasped his shoulders and stepped closer to him again, leaning against his back. Hesitantly he started to caress the strong curves of Mike's shoulders. "Is it because of me?" he whispered, fear still mingling in. Mike's rejection had hurt.

"Yeah," Mike grumbled, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"What did I do wrong?"

Do you really have to ask? Mike thought. Then he was surprised by fluttering kisses on the back of his neck. They were so soft that he was not sure at first if he really felt them, but yes, Elliot was kissing him. At once this realization stirred his arousal. Still he did not want to rush it… make him feel forced into something.

Slowly he turned into the embrace, but when he was so far that he offered his mouth instead of his neck, Elliot flinched back once more. Mike rolled his eyes.

"You're doing it again!" he complained, twisting and turning in Elliot's arms.

"I know," Elliot replied in a pained whisper, trying to stop him. "I don't know how to stop it."

Mike almost would have laughed out loud, but he bit it back just in time. Laughter might have destroyed the fragile tender mood Elliot was in. If I would only know how to turn it into passion…

"You gotta let go," he whispered in his ear. "The way you're reacting now makes me feel like I'm raping you."

"Don't joke about something like that," Elliot grumbled, memories of his stressful job suddenly flashing before his inner eye.

"I'm not joking," Mike huffed with frustration, turning away from him again. "Each time I try to loosen you up you get more tense. I keep expecting you to burst into tears and beg me to stop. That's not funny. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to stop, but I can't do this, I won't do this when you're so afraid."

These words pierced Elliot's heart.

"Maybe you're the one who's too afraid."

"Me? What do you mean?" Mike panted in surprise.

"You're too afraid of hurting me or scaring me or freaking me out or hell, I don't know what, to just do something," Elliot explained. "I'm not going to break or dissolve into tears like a little girl... at least I don't think I will cry, but unless you push me a little, I don't know if I'll ever be able to go through with this, and I do want to."

Surprised by his own words Elliot lost his voice again. It took him quite an effort to continue while he reached out for the older man once more. Caressing his shoulders and upper arms he waited for Mike's decision. "Don't stop," he pleaded once more. "I don't know what I need from you. I… just know that you… led us on a path I didn't know was there and before I knew what happened I went one step too far. I… I can't go back. I… need what you're offering me. My only choice is to finish what we started."

Waiting for Mike's reaction he continued to stroke him. What else does he want? C'mon, Mike! "You know," he whispered, a small smirk cracking his features, "I'm a special victims cop. I know the definition of consensual sex."

These words and the gentle caresses got to Mike. Chills shot down his back. He's beyond the point of no return! His pulse started to thump faster. One more try. Just one. And he turned around.

"You said you trust me?"

"I do trust you," Elliot replied, his voice faltering. One look into the emerald eyes, fiery with passion, made him doubt his decision. Don't back out this time, he ordered himself. His breaths were erratic, his mouth still slightly open. A sight that turned Mike on, more than his almost complete nudity alone could.

"Okay," Mike rasped, reaching up to cup Elliot's cheek with his left hand. Smoothing his thumb over the soft lips he started to explore. It took not too long until Elliot closed his eyes and Mike decided to advance. He changed to his index finger and followed each curve of the flesh around his mouth. Then he entered with his finger and Elliot did not even flinch back when he touched his tongue. Rubbing over the bottom lip Mike retreated again. It's time.

"Just stay like this," he whispered.

His right arm wrapped around Elliot's waist, pulling him real tight, his left hand sliding behind his neck. Before Elliot could do as much as gasp for breath he was drawn into a kiss. Their open mouths met and Elliot was trapped between Mike's face and hand, both sides applying pressure. His back ached under the crunching grip. Panic hit him full force. He felt assaulted and his first thought was escape.

Mike winced when strong fingernails scraped over his back. Where he was scratched his skin was burning and he imagined dark lines marking his skin, but he did not let go. Now he had to hold him, come hell or high water. Right now he felt rather in hell because Elliot struggled against him, fingernails digging into his flesh.

Then Elliot realized that Mike did not move anymore. He just held him in this almost brutal embrace, waiting. His panic subsided and he released his iron grip on Mike's back, but he could not shake off his other tension. It was still fueled by the unfamiliar sensation of Mike's lips on his, stealing his breath.

When he could bring himself to concentrate on details he noticed that the pressure slightly lessened. His lips were teased by Mike's gently working mouth… and then he felt the tip of his hot tongue flick over them. So far it did not try to enter, just brushed over his lips, trying to make him open up wider.

Elliot's eyes flew wide open as he realized that he gave in to the urging while his mind still tried to process what was happening. Still Mike did not try to invade his oral cavity and he was grateful that he was willing to grant him more time.

How long Mike held him like this Elliot could not tell. It could have been seconds, minutes or even hours… he did not know. Once his head was given free he backed up an inch, taking a few deep breaths. On the back of his neck he still felt Mike's fingers, but now they were caressing him, lightly massaging the small hollow where he was especially sensitive.

A broad smirk spread on Mike's face when he saw Elliot close his eyes again and felt him lean into the touch. When he had comforted him earlier he had already noticed that this was one of his lover's sensitive spots, and now he shamelessly took advantage of that fact. Increasing the pressure a bit he drew him in for another kiss.

This time Elliot reacted more willingly, but still his reluctance was obvious. While he opened up readily to light urging, his body still went rigid as soon as the advances started.

I didn't expect him to be that much work, Mike thought, but he sure as hell is worth all the effort.

So he continued with his gentle assault, kissing, probing, trying to find the one button which would finally set Elliot's passion off. Slowly he pushed his tongue between Elliot's lips and found that he was allowed to explore a bit more this time.

We're making progress, at a snail's pace, but progress. Come on, El… let me!

Yes, Elliot let him in, but that was all… he remained passive. Then Mike let go of him, but only to let his hands roam over his body again, searching for other spots that were either ticklish or erogenous. After a short while Elliot matched his moves and Mike wondered what he should do next.

Following a sudden impulse he took Elliot's arms and brought them behind his back where he grabbed the wrists over cross. Elliot's eyes went wide as saucers and he bucked, but Mike held him firmly.

"Shhh… You can trust me." Well, it worked for the other kiss…

And he bent over to search for his nipples. Softly licking and sucking he teased first one and then the other. They went hard instantly.

Elliot gasped, leaning back in their intertwined arms. Still he tried to wind his hands out of Mike's grip. They were halfhearted struggles, but still Mike had to hold on strongly.

Then Mike stopped, straightening up.

Even as Elliot still strained against his hold, his clear blue eyes held trust. Breathing hard he stood and waited. Mike had robbed him of his means to respond. His hands opened and closed in an unconsciously luring gesture. Like the hand on the back of his head earlier had kept him from flinching back, he was now forced to remain still, letting Mike do what he pleased.

With that realization his arms slowly relaxed, as did his body. He leaned against Mike more readily. And now that he was not busy shivering, he also felt Mike's excitement.

So he did not avoid him when Mike closed in for another kiss. Opening up for him he felt his tongue seeking entrance. It brushed over his lips, from the corner around the firm yet soft flesh. Then it dove deeper in, touching his own tongue which reacted readily. Both tongues were dancing around each other, flicking over the inside of Elliot's mouth, eliciting first joyful moans from him.

It took another short while of this teasing until Elliot relaxed in Mike's embrace. When this kiss ended he looked at Mike with a mixture of incredulity and longing and Mike could not help but kiss him again. This time he let go of his colleague's arms which wrapped around him immediately.

Inwardly Mike chuckled. That's what you want now, huh? Won't get it…

And with that he straightened up, twisting a bit and positioning Elliot's arms on his shoulders.

"Hey! What…?" Now Elliot was confused.

Their eyes met and Mike saw passion flicker in the blue irises along with still lingering insecurity. Smiling encouragingly Mike started to put his plan into motion.

Holding his eye contact, he let his hands slide on Elliot's hips and blew his breath on his chest. As slowly as he could he moved his hands down over his hips, shoving them under the rim of his briefs until he finally cupped his butt cheeks. Gently squeezing Mike tested his reaction.

Elliot's breath came strained, but he did not look as if he would be about to object. For some unknown reason his bare butt was not as difficult to offer as his mouth. Unmoving he waited for whatever Mike had in mind.

So Mike slid his hands further down, over the thighs, taking the briefs with him. Once more Elliot moaned, this time clearly audible.

But he's still so tense, Mike noticed, kneeling down in front of his colleague without breaking eye contact and feeling the hard muscles in Elliot's calves. Then he smiled at the obvious signs of Elliot's excitement. Did I mistake it for anxiety?

He did not need to urge Elliot to lift his feet to get the briefs off. Pushing them aside he then laid his hands back on his butt cheeks.

And this time Elliot was fully aware of his touch. Just the initial light touch was enough to make his whole backside prickle. He felt a strong pull in his loins and he instinctively straightened up his posture. Yet he hesitated to explore himself, still processing the reactions of his own body.

Still his hands were on Mike's shoulders, but he did not keep them there for support anymore. He touched because he wanted to touch, he wanted to caress, to give pleasure. And he was ready to be given pleasure.

Looking down he met the gaze of Mike who blew his breath on Elliot's belly button. At once his stomach muscles tensed. Chuckling softly Mike bent forward and kissed the same spot. From there he licked and kissed his way upwards towards Elliot's chest. For a second he was undecided where to turn and then chose the right nipple for his next assault. At first he teased it with his lips, nipping and then sucking on it, before he cautiously took it with his teeth.

"Oooohhhh!" Elliot moaned, throwing his head back.

Mike grinned to himself and changed to the left side of Elliot's chest where he repeated the procedure. By the time he started to kiss a trail up to his throat Elliot was panting with delight. Squinting down he was watching Mike. When he reached his neck, Elliot had to bend his head back to grant him access.

Over his throat Mike kissed and licked a trail up his neck. Moans escaped Elliot. When Mike reached his chin he lowered his head again… until their lips met.

This time the sparks were flying. Even as it started lightly, their lips only fluttering over each other, it became deeper by the second. Elliot was the one who teased Mike into opening his mouth for him, but Mike stuck his tongue out, entering Elliot's cave before he could be taken by him. He wanted to see how far Elliot would go. Would he take over the initiative now?

Mike's thoughts were interrupted by being grabbed around his waist and shoulders, pulled into a strong hug and lips pressing firmly on his own. Elliot's embrace tightened and his caresses became more demanding. He wanted to taste him.

Taste him! Elliot realized. Wow! It actually feels great! I want to taste him. Mike!

Wow, Mike thought. Now that's a nice surprise. Inwardly grinning he surrendered himself to Elliot's next kiss, the other man's tongue slipping between his lips, pushing confidently inside, exploring. No hint of hesitation remained. With every flick of his tongue Elliot showed Mike what good he could do with it and felt Mike caress him in return.

When they finally parted Mike gasped for breath. His hands were roaming over Elliot's body, exploring and testing. Realizing that they still stood in the living room, Mike decided that it was time to take the next step.

Will he be willing to take it? Mike wondered. Or will he cop out again?

Afraid to rush it, Mike continued caressing Elliot. Their bodies were shoving against each other in their tight embrace and with a rush of excitement Mike noticed that Elliot actively tried to snuggle up even closer.

Suddenly Elliot felt Mike take his forearms. Placing them behind his neck and drawing Elliot closer again, Mike dove into another deep kiss. Licking over his teeth and tickling the roof of his lover's mouth with the tip of his tongue, he let his hands run up and down his sides, teasing him. Goosebumps settled on Elliot's back, when the touches caused more intense shivers than before. Was that due to the fact that keeping his arms up and wrapping them around the back of Mike's neck was leaving his body exposed? Elliot wanted to pull out of the kiss, but could not bring himself to back off. Not a single thought about rights and wrongs crossed his mind anymore. Everything felt so natural that he readily opened for Mike's kiss. His hot tongue touched his throat and he choked involuntarily.

With that he gasped into Mike's mouth, making him moan, and with this moan air rushed into his own oral cavity. His eyes flew wide open with the sensation. Another exhaled breath tickled Elliot and he used his tongue to brush away the feeling… touching Mike's and eliciting another gasp from him.

That made Elliot's legs go weak and he reeled back. Now he found his grip on Mike quite useful. Around his body he felt a strong arm supporting him… but the fingertips were teasing his skin. He offered himself without reserve now and when he was touched all his nerves reacted violently and with him arching in Mike's hold he released his embrace.

Not wanting Elliot to let go of his neck, Mike urged him to keep his arms in place.

"Hold on," he mumbled between nuzzling his neck and kissing him.

He let one hand slide over Elliot's left thigh, feeling him shiver and trying to judge if he should do it or not… but then he bent deeper into the embrace and took hold of the hollow of the leg and pulled it up.

"What are you doing?" Elliot panted.

Grunting in reply, Mike started to shove Elliot backwards. He reached for the right leg, too, but had to realize that he could not lift his lover's whole weight.

"That's not going to work," Elliot chuckled into Mike's mouth, instinctively grabbing Mike harder when he felt his feet leave the ground. Mike was moving and with frightening clarity Elliot realized where he intended to go. Well, he would not defend himself, but the way Mike was trying to get him into the bedroom probably would just get them hurt instead.

"Mike, stop," he murmured in his ear, amused. "Don't! Are you out of your mind? I'm way too heavy for you to carry me!"

"Grrrr… I'd love to," Mike grumbled, nibbling at his earlobe.

"You'll get yourself hurt… and me, too, if you let me fall." Elliot laughed good-naturedly and was relieved when Mike joined in.

Reluctantly, Mike let go of Elliot's left leg, and, pressing in close for another passionate kiss, he forced Elliot to back up a step. When Elliot backed away, Mike moved to attack a nipple once again, pressing hard against Elliot's chest, he backed him up another step. Moving gradually across the floor, he gently shoved him towards the bedroom. As Mike continued his passionate assault Elliot just clung to him and did his best to keep his balance. Mike's strong arms circled around him to keep him from falling, but time and again Mike's closeness threatened to topple him over and he had to keep backing up. Mike's attentions were so overwhelming that Elliot could not see where he was right then and moaned with surprise when he was eventually lowered backwards and cool fabric met his bare backside as Mike sat him down on the bed covers.

Elliot jumped with the sudden sensation. How the heck could sheets be so exciting?

His arms still wrapped around Mike's neck he held him close and once more they shared an intense kiss. Then Mike wound out of the grip and gently shoved Elliot down on the bed. Lying on his back, Elliot felt a bit cornered, but he was way beyond stopping himself or Mike. His body yearned for his lover's caresses and was starting to itch when Mike did not continue right away.

Sitting right next to him Mike now quit kissing, and Elliot reached out for him in an attempt to keep him going. Then he gasped. Mike had found his nipples instead, biting softly down on the left, while he pinched the right with his fingernails.

Drawing circles on Elliot's stomach with his fingertips, Mike's other hand wandered further downwards, finding his navel and playing with it. Teasing fingers and then tongue worked on making Elliot arch up to him. They flicked over the hole in his stomach and over his chest, leaving trails of burning flesh.

Kissing, licking, pinching, tickling… Elliot moaned. His blood was boiling and down below he felt a familiar throbbing.

He also felt Mike's hand smooth over his thigh. It was moving excruciatingly slowly, making him ache for more.

What is he waiting for?

Elliot lay and concentrated on his body and the strange, yet familiar, sensations he was feeling. Obviously Mike did not intend to slide his hand between to find his target. On his side he felt the other man lie down beside him. Snuggling close up to him he settled down and lazily let his hand roam over the thigh up to Elliot's stomach again.

"Mike?"

"What, Elliot?" His voice was low and slightly quivering with growing agitation.

Suddenly realizing what Mike was expecting him to do, he let his hand wander from his shoulder over his side. Though he was a few years older than Elliot, Mike had a well toned body and only a hint of love handles. Following the curve of his hips Elliot proceeded to his backside.

He rubbed over the spot that had made him writhe in pleasant agony. Groaning, Mike tensed up and shifted against Elliot who suddenly found himself being covered. Something smoothed over the sensitive tip, which made him groan, too.

Once more Mike kissed him deeply and Elliot gasped into his mouth. Unable to break the kiss, he had to feel his way to his aim. When he reached it he took it confidently, sensing that he could do just what he liked, too. He felt Mike's hand return the favor, causing thrilling sensations. With every mutual stroke their passion grew and finally they drifted away on waves of excitement.

tbc…