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. I really appreciate them. (sorry, es ging nicht schneller) :D Now about this chapter: After reading my reviews (thanks again "winks") I decided to try and show more action. That's not so easy taking into consideration that M is the highest rating on . Anyway, this chapter is for my faithful readers. Enjoy!

11

Afterglow

It was still dark outside when Elliot woke up. So he just lay and enjoyed the silence… and the warmth of the body behind him.

An arm snaked around him and when he took a deep breath, he felt a thumb caress his chest. He smiled to himself. The intimate touch did not fail its effect. Shifting backwards Elliot snuggled closer up to Mike.

"Did I wake you up?" Mike murmured.

"No. I don't think so."

"Okay…"

Mike put his leg over Elliot's and pulled him even closer.

"What's that for?" Elliot teased.

"I just want to feel you."

"Hm hmmm." Right now Elliot did not mind his touch. What he still did not know was how he would feel about what they did tomorrow, but to his own surprise he did not care.

"You don't regret it, do you?" Mike asked.

Elliot chuckled lowly. "Does it feel to you as if I'd regret it?"

"Hmmm… nope."

Both men just cuddled up to each other. So they lay for quite a while. Elliot felt strangely shepherded and protected. Usually he wanted his partner, his wife, to feel that way. Then Mike slowly started to caress Elliot, causing shivers.

Mike grinned. Are we going to get an encore?

Trailing circles on Elliot's chest, he searched for its center. It already was a firm nub when he found it. Then he felt Elliot shift position and in the next moment his lips were covered by Elliot's. He returned the kiss willingly.

Then Elliot turned away and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Mike asked, perplexed.

Elliot could not answer right away. "I did not expect you to still trigger such a reaction," he finally said.

"Oh! Thanks." He could not hide a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Oh, sorry, Mike," Elliot rushed to assure him. "It wasn't meant to come out like that." He could almost sense his frown. "I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry. It's me… that… I was not sure if I would react to you… like I did earlier."

Hmmm… obviously you do. Mike could clearly feel proof under his hand.

"That's just a normal physical reaction," Mike said. "An itchy shirt would produce the same results."

He felt Elliot tense in his arms again. What the hell did I say now?

"Is that all this was, Mike? Just physical?" Elliot asked. "They sell toys for that. Hell, I can name more than a few street corners where they sell flesh for that!" He threw the covers aside and rolled away to get out of the bed when Mike wrapped his arm around his waist and held on tightly.

"Let me go!" Elliot demanded, but he did not struggle.

Elliot was strong enough to get away from him if he wanted. The fact that he didn't made Mike think that he wanted a reason to stay.

"Not until you tell me what I said to piss you off."

"Those things you said last night," it burst out of Elliot, "did you mean them, or did you just say them because you wanted to sleep with me?"

Mike was stunned. "What things, specifically?"

Why do you have to ask? That only makes it more painful! You know exactly what I mean! Elliot was hurt, but did not want to let it show. When he answered, his voice still was low and miserable, almost as if he was expecting to be ridiculed for what he was about to say. "You told me I was a good cop and a nice guy, and that I deserved to have a good opinion about myself. Did you mean it, or were you just manipulating me?"

"Turn over and look at me, Elliot," Mike told him at once, emphatically. He waited for a moment, and when Elliot did not do as he asked, he said, "Please?"

With a wretched sigh, Elliot rolled over. In the first silver light of dawn, he could see Mike's dark eyes, the compassion on his face, and he could almost hope Mike had told him the truth last night.

Elliot's face was still deep in shadow, but Mike did not need to see his expression to know what he was feeling. From how Elliot held his body he could tell that he was tense, nervous, and uncertain again.

"We don't know each other well enough to offer any declarations of love," Mike told him, and he heard Elliot sigh sadly, "and if you're honest with yourself, I think you know that's not what you want, anyway."

"I know that," Elliot whispered, "but what you said last night, I kind of hoped you meant it." He began to pull away again, saying, "It was nice to think for a while that you wanted to be with me, but if you just wanted to be with a body, I'd better go. You might think I have a low opinion of myself, but at least I respect myself enough to want the person I sleep with to have some kind of respect for me."

Mike smiled slightly and held on tighter, saying, "See, that's exactly what I meant last night, Elliot. I wouldn't have spent the night with someone unless I liked him, trusted him, and genuinely enjoyed his company, but you doubt your own worth so much that one idle comment makes you doubt me, too. The people who care about you aren't faking, Elliot. I wasn't faking last night."

"So, you meant what you said?"

"Yeah, I did. I just wish you could believe it." Another thought crossed his mind. It was risky… but finally he decided to say it aloud. "I know a way to show you for sure, but something's telling me that you never would let me… do that for you."

Frowning deeply Elliot looked at Mike.

"You can bet I won't," he finally answered.

"What a bummer…" Mike chuckled, indicating that he was not the least bit angry or disappointed. "C'mon," he urged, bowing to him to kiss him softly.

Elliot responded, letting Mike's tongue in and entering in return in a seemingly endless kiss. While they kissed Mike shifted closer to Elliot again, snaking his arm around him and pulling him closer. And Elliot let it happen.

"Hmmm… convincing?" Mike whispered when their lips parted, letting kisses on Elliot's neck and shoulder follow.

"Yeeeaaah," Elliot gasped, his voice shaky. He just could lie next to Mike, letting the more experienced man explore his body with his mouth. Now the two buds on his chest were teased again by Mike's lips and fingers, then the fingertips of both of Mike's hands continued this task while Mike shifted his position to follow an invisible trail down Elliot's body. Now he kissed his navel.

"Oooooooh," Elliot moaned as Mike sucked on the hole, then pushed his tongue in, then sucked again… going on doing both in turns, still teasing the hard buds on Elliot's chest. "Miiiiiiike!"

But Mike just chuckled at Elliot's growing agitation, his breath tickling his navel. That agitation was what he intended! He would not stop, not now, not anytime soon. Well, he finally let go of Elliot's navel, letting his tongue run down his stomach in circles. Just before he came too deep, he raised his head, but did not stop the other teasing.

What he saw gratified him. Elliot was lying on his now arched back, head bent back, mouth open, lips quivering, eyes closed. His hands clawed at the covers. His breathing was erratic.

Mike rejoiced in this sight and sound. Then he blew on his aim, making Elliot even more tense.

"I know that you wouldn't return it, but… will you let me do that for you?" he asked, certain that he made his intentions clear.

Elliot could not answer. He was way too busy just breathing. Instead he simply opened his legs to grant Mike better access to what he desired.

And Mike was tempted to just go for it and do what he yearned to do. But then he reveled a moment longer in the sight of Elliot, how he was waiting for him to go on… and remembered that he still was unfamiliar with it. I should not take advantage of him, Mike thought.

"Elliot?" he softly asked, but got no response. "Elliot."

"Yeeeaah?" he shakily asked back.

"Elliot, please answer me. Are you okay with me doing that?"

His body tensed and he moaned. "Why do you have to talk now?" he whined. Still he buried his fingers in the covers, trying somehow to control himself.

"I don't want to take advantage of you… to misinterpret the signals you're giving me. I need your permission," Mike tried to explain himself. It took him quite an effort to restrain himself, but he sensed that it was necessary.

"There's… nothing to… misinterpret," Elliot gasped, raising his hips unconsciously.

"Okay…"

Mike reveled in the first touch, heard Elliot pant and did his best to give him pleasure.

And pleasure it was that Elliot felt when Mike continued with his advances. Surrendering himself to his colleague's caresses his defenses completely crumbled and allowed his senses to be susceptible to the lightest touches.

Tremors coursed through Elliot's body when he sensed the assault of Mike's tongue.

After Mike's thorough preparation he had expected his lover to just go for it, but once more Mike took his time to tease him. The bristle of Mike's beard was scratchy against his sensitive skin.

Even Mike's low breath tickled and Elliot longingly awaited to feel more than just that. Every now and then a flick of tongue caressed a random part of his legs, leaving the spot prickling.

Elliot could not remember the last time he had felt like that. It sure was a long time ago. Actually he wondered if he ever felt like that. What Mike was doing was not new to him, but that a male did it to him was a whole new experience.

Still that fact did not influence his perceptions.

Only when Elliot sensed the next featherlight kiss he realized that Mike had been gone for a few moments. Feeling around Elliot confirmed that Mike was not beside him anymore, and if he was not on his side there was just one place where he could be…

On the outside of his thighs Elliot felt exploring fingertips graze him. They wandered up to his knees to pause there, drawing circles around his kneecap, then they left a tickling trail on their way to his hips, an action which put his restraint to the test.

And still Mike refused to allow his lips to claim what was readily offered. Elliot was sure that it cost Mike everything he had to go that slowly and that his own excitement had to rise torturously.

Clawing at the covers he was lying on Elliot tried to keep his emotions in check. With every caress his pleasure increased and little by little he lost control. He had no ear for the sounds he made or that he was writhing under the excruciatingly slow advances of Mike on his secret places.

Mike's hands did not stay on Elliot's thighs. They wandered up over the hips and to his waist. His side was ticklish and so the pleasant agony was even intensified now.

Then Elliot felt Mike's strong hands brush over his forearms and backs of his hands. Barely grazing the strokes pushed Elliot up on the crest of the next wave and he thought he was going to burst.

Which proved to be an understatement when Mike suddenly grabbed his wrists to hold on tight…

Arching his back Elliot tried to wind out of the steely grip as Mike caused sensory overload with his next pleasurable assault and it was all he could do not to kick.

Desperately Elliot tried to meet him. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the sensations even increased and Elliot cried out in pleasant agony.

Taken by surprise by the intense reaction Mike backed out and watched how Elliot slumped down on he covers, panting.

Mike marveled at the sight his lover's perfectly built body offered, glistening with sweat. For him Elliot really was that, perfect.

All Elliot could do right then was breathe. He had no energy left to move. All he wanted to do was revel in the afterglow, anyways.

Glow was the right word to describe it because his body still was burning from his heat of passion. In his chest he felt his heart beat and the rushing blood made his temples throb. A small smile cracked his features.

On his left side Elliot felt more caresses. Mike's fingertips crawled along his body and left a tickling trail. Then two fingers massaged his right chest, first around its center and then the firm bud. More caresses followed, covered his whole upper body, and triggered renewed shivers.

I can't believe it! Usually I'd fall asleep now!

But he was far from that. On the contrary he felt tremors course through his system when Mike continued to tease his chest.

Elliot reached out for Mike. His hot body was right next to him and he let his hand run over the strong arm up to the shoulder. From there his fingers found their way behind Mike's head. They threaded through his hair and drew him further down.

When Elliot opened his eyes he stared directly into sparkling green irises.

And Mike stared down into the clear sapphires with wonder. They held nothing but passion and trust. So Mike shifted his position and laid down next to Elliot, so close that he snuggled against him. With his right hand he cupped Elliot's cheek, caressing him with his thumb.

"You know that you're driving me wild with that, right?" Mike murmured.

Elliot frowned with open curiosity, really not knowing what Mike meant.

"When you leave them open…" Mike rasped and let his index finger trace Elliot's lips. Then he bent forward.

Sucking in a sharp breath Elliot flinched deeper into the pillow but could not really avoid Mike who stopped short and drew back an inch.

"Scared?" he whispered.

Unable to answer Elliot just could nod.

"You don't have to be."

Consciously Elliot knew that, but he also felt as if he was about to cross one last, final, invisible barrier. Reluctantly he allowed himself to give in to Mike's fondling. Before Mike's lips claimed his own in a light kiss he closed his eyes again.

The touch was thrilling. Opening up to Mike, Elliot let his tongue in. Accepting it inside led to Mike intensifying the kiss. It became more passionate and chills shot through Elliot's system as he took in both their tastes.

His grip on Mike became stronger, pulling him into the kiss. Then he took his shoulder, too, and rolled over, taking Mike with him. Now the older detective was the one lying on his back. Still they did not break the kiss, Elliot even took over the initiative. His hand still was in Mike's hair and he reveled in ruffling it, because that was something he had wanted to do since the start of their tryst, when he had realized that a desire for Mike was slowly growing inside of him. When he finally backed out Mike gasped for breath. Then he grinned and winked at Elliot.

Go on! he thought. I won't stop you.

And Elliot did not stop. This time he bowed down for the kiss, deep and longing. His hand roamed over Mike's shoulder down to his chest while he kissed his way from Mike's mouth, over his chin down to his neck. His way led him to the earlobe which he nibbled on. Then he followed a muscle along the neck and further down to Mike's chest.

Just for a second Elliot hesitated before his lips closed around the already firm nub. With his tongue he continued to tease it. His left hand mirrored his moves on the other side of Mike's chest. Then Elliot started to suckle.

Lost in reverie Mike closed his eyes for a moment, but then he could not stand it any longer. Putting one arm under his head for support he watched Elliot.

That's what I was dreaming of, Mike thought. His chest prickled under Elliot's teasing. Oh, Elliot! Yes! Go on!

Excruciatingly slow, due to just a hint of hesitation as well as to his desire to torture Mike as Mike had tormented him, Elliot let his tongue circle over Mike's body. Strained breathing and languorous shudders were his reward for his efforts.

When he finally reached Mike's navel and started to explore it he had to pause. Feeling Mike's hand on his cheek he looked up at him.

His head resting on his forearm Mike never lost sight of Elliot. Of course he noticed that Elliot's advances slowed down. If he could reassure him somehow he would do it.

"What's up, gorgeous? Is something wrong?" he wanted to know, a seductive smile cracking his features.

Suddenly Elliot had a lump in his throat. As long as he did not think about what he was doing everything had been fine. What should he answer now?

"Don't know…" he whispered.

Mike's smile broadened. "Whatever you'll do or not do will be fine," Mike told him. "Don't stress yourself. Let's just share pleasures. Do whatever you're comfortable with."

Elliot just could nod. He trusted Mike and once he had crossed the line it was not as if he just could turn around and go as if nothing had happened. Combined with his natural curiosity as well as with his rising passion his doubts had no chance at all. For another moment he enjoyed Mike's caress, then he continued his own advances, going down deeper and deeper until he was close to his lover's lap.

Elliot's skilled hands worked Mike's hips and buttocks and his light massages elicited first sounds of joy from Mike. Slowly exploring his partner Elliot increased his excitement. Now Mike's breaths came strained, sure signs of his growing agitation.

Seeing that he had achieved the response he had intended Elliot now focused his attention on bringing his partner the same pleasure he had just received. He did not need much to push Mike up on a crest and when Elliot finally abandoned all restraint it now was Mike who was writhing and clawing at the covers. Crying out loud Mike reached his peak and then they both dropped on the bed beside each other.

Snuggling up close and exchanging light caresses neither of them wanted to move. They just lay there and reveled in the presence of the other.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Mike finally broke the silence. He could not deny that he was a bit worried when he did not hear a sound from Elliot, so he tried to get an assurance.

"No, I'm not," Elliot murmured. "Only if you should tell anyone about tonight, I'll have to kill you!"

Mike chuckled, pulling him even closer. They shared another deep and passionate kiss before they settled down and went to sleep.

tbc…

A/N: So, now I'm the curious one. LOL

The original version would have ended with "…and did his best to give him pleasure" somewhere in the middle. When I finished this version I compared it with "Valley of Horses" and discussed with three other authors if they think this is still M. LOL I toned it down, but I have to admit that I'm still worried putting it up here, so PLEASE let me know what you think about it! Reviews are always nice, but for this one… well, I can only kindly ask you to PLEASE give me feedback.

I think about joining a site where you can put up NC-17 stories. Do you know a good one?