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Author: Uluithiel

Pairings: EW//DM/SA

Rating: NC-17

Date completed: 4 October 2002

Summary: Elijah has made some difficult decisions; Dom and Sean are having trouble adjusting.

Disclaimer: Boy am I out of my ever-loving mind to make up such outrageous fiction. No way would anyone anywhere ever do anything like this, let alone Lij, Dom, and Sean

Thanks: to Elessar, who fed this bunny

"Dom, you're letting this make you crazy, and it's going to make me crazy too." Elijah looked with exasperated love at the scowling man lying beside him.

Elijah pulled Dom into his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles. Dom let his head fall onto Lij's shoulder, but his back was still stiff with hurt and fear.

"Listen, Sblomie," Lij said softly, his breath stirring Dom's hair, "you've always known about Sean. You know I love him, you know we were lovers...." Lij felt Dom wince slightly, and he sat up, took Dom's shoulders, and shook him. "Hey, wanker, you weren't a fucking virgin when we met either! Do you see me agonizing over it? What's UP with this, Monaghan?"

When Dom didn't speak, Lijah sighed and tried again. "Listen, Dom, my loving Sean in the past, present, or future has nothing to do with me being here with you. Sean made his decision -- Chris and the girls. I made my decision," and Lij kissed Dom's shoulder, "You. Us. And I'm so happy with you."

Dom wasn't ready to let it go. "But if he hadn't decided on Chris -- you wouldn't be here with me, would you?"

Lijah was starting to get annoyed. He concentrated on keeping the annoyance out of his voice. "Sweetheart, that's not even relevant. We're talking alternate fucking universes here. If you'd been born female I wouldn't be here with you either. Jesus!" He grabbed Dom by the hair, not gently, and kissed him, not gently at all. "I love you, you asshole. Now fucking get used to that, will you?"

Dom finally grinned, but when he left later that morning he was still sporting a little gray cloud around his head.

And to round off the morning, not ten minutes after Dom left the phone rang. "Hey," said Sean's voice, unmistakably depressed. "You gonna be home awhile? Thought I'd drop by for a minute or two."

"Fine", said Lij, not without misgivings. "I think we're out of coffee, so if you haven't had yours, better get a cup on the way."

"I'll bring you one," said Sean, thoughtful as always.

And the coffee tasted good, not the mass-market Starbucks-clone cup, but a rich smokey Ethiopian from a little coffee shop that Sean had found and adored. Lijah sipped appreciatively, looking at Sean. He didn't look great. His usual sparkle was muted, and his eyes looked as if he hadn't been sleeping well. "You all right, Sean?" he asked. "You look a little run down."

Sean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not sleeping well. Lizzy doesn't help." He looked up at Lij, and there was a green radiance in his eyes that Lij recognized, and it made his heart skip a beat. "You don't help either," said Sean softly.

Oh, hell. Both in one fucking day. Lijah supposed there were worse things than having two gorgeous men in love with him at once, but right now it pretty much sucked.

When he and Sean had made their decision, it had been one of the hardest things in Elijah's life. Giving up the love-at-first-sight, Frodo-and-Sam, soulmate love that he and Sean had -- that was agonizing. Really awful.

But even before he made that decision, there was Dom. Dom, who loved Elijah with a total acceptance that nourished his soul. Dom, who simply presented Elijah with his heart: no angst, no strings, no wives no kids no ogod what if the neighbors find out. Dom, whom Lij had loved forever, and who he found he was loving more every day.

Falling in love with Sean had been cataclysmic. Their affair had been the stuff of storybooks, of the sappiest movies... though at times Lij felt that the electricity between them came uncomfortably close to his last scene in 'Ice Storm'. With Sean, love had been RIGHT NOW. Now, now, right now -- now, before it had to quit and real life took over.

Falling in love with Dom had been almost invisible. One day, Lij just realized that he had been loving Dom for ... oh who the fuck KNEW how long? With Dom, love was about tomorrow. . . . and the next tomorrow, and the next. Love with Dom was forever. It was for lasting. It was for keeping.

But now... was Sean looking to rekindle? Wouldn't take much, Lij realized, feeling his blood warm at the look on Sean's face. Sean looked down, biting his lip, and suddenly his face changed. Following his gaze, Lij saw the bottle of lube lying just under the couch. He closed his eyes. Jesus fucking christ on a skateboard. Not his day.

"Sean," he started, laying a hand on the tense arm. . . but Dominic, with his laser-keen intuition, chose that moment to come home.

Dom had been feeling like something of a shit all morning. He hated any sort of argument with Lijah, and arguments about Sean were the worst, the absolute fucking worst.

Lij's comment 'you weren't a virgin either' had struck home. Was he acting like Prince fucking Charles, expecting a virgin princess? Not for the commoners, mate, he told himself ruefully. No, Elijah had not been a virgin. Dom wouldn't have expected... wouldn't have wanted him to be.

But Sean... that was different. Sean was a friend -- a beloved friend! -- and a true threat. Elijah had brushed off his question, but Dom was sure in his heart that if Lij had to make a choice between Sean and Dom, Dom would lose. And that knowledge sometimes woke him at night in a cold sweat.

Dom knew Elijah loved him. It had taken him awhile to truly believe that miracle, but Elijah was nothing if not persuasive. Dom grinned, thinking of various means Elijah had used to convince him.

But. . . Sean. . .

'Get a fucking GRIP', he muttered. He knew Elijah wasn't going anywhere, that Elijah was totally committed to their relationship and, worse, that Elijah was right. Not only was Dom making himself crazy over this, he was going to make Lij crazy too.

'Enough', he decided, and ducked into a florist shop on the way home.

Sean looked flustered when Dom walked in. That in itself was enough to raise Dom's antennae. Sean was never flustered. Whatever it was about him, he always managed to at least appear calm in any situation. But here he was, actually blushing. Dom felt a cold qualm, and then a cool sweep of anger.

"Brought flowers," he said offhandedly, and refused to be appeased when Elijah leaped up and exclaimed over them. He kept looking at Sean out of the corner of his eye, and every time he looked, Sean was looking at him with an expression Dom couldn't read. Was it embarrassed? GUILTY? Dom concentrated on not trembling.

Sean hadn't come to lay this stuff on Elijah. He'd come because he was having a fucky day, and seeing Elijah always made him feel better. Except that seeing Elijah made him feel worse too.

Sean was committed to his decision. He and Chris were working hard at healing their marriage, and there had been growing happiness at home. But there was an Elijah-shaped hole in his heart, and sometimes that hole ached.

The quick comment he'd made hadn't been meant as a come-on, but he'd seen Lij's eyes go sapphire, and he knew -- god he knew -- what that meant. Elijah was getting turned on... oh shit. He'd looked away to save his life, and.... there was the fucking bottle of lube, peeking out from under the couch . . . in the middle of the living room... on the carpet... STOP IT! Sean ordered himself. Then Lij laid a hand on his arm, the touch feeling so warm, so good.... and Dom walked in.

Sean was truly, completely, sincerely delighted that Dom and Lij had found such happiness together. He still ached for Elijah, suspected that a part of him always would, but he truly loved Lij, and Lijah's happiness was happiness for him. It had been difficult when Elijah and Dom first moved in together, but time, his own growing contentment at home, and plain good hobbit-sense had been healing him.

Today was kind of a fluke. He was feeling shitty. . . sleep-deprived, vulnerable. . . Lij looked so good . . . he made that stupid comment about sleep. . . Elijah's response. . . and then the cold slap of seeing the bottle of lube combined with the flashes of involuntary images. . . Lij and Sean. . . Lij and Dom. . . . Sean felt himself flushing and hated it.

Elijah looked from one man to the other. Sean looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and pull it in after him. Dom looked like a thundercloud, but Lij could see the worry and hurt behind the bristling eyebrows.

For a moment Lij let himself just look at these two men he loved so much. As he watched, both began recovering from their initial fluster, each reacting characteristically. Sean's face became totally composed; he sat back on the couch, legs crossed, and eyed Dom coolly. Dom, brows still lowering, walked over to place a hand on Elijah's shoulder. His touch was gentle, even tender, but unmistakably possessive.

Staking out his territory, Lijah thought: good thing he's not a fucking dog! He almost giggled at the image, but he was getting pissed too.

The tension in the room hummed and vibrated. Elijah knew the tension would not be dissipated merely by Sean leaving. Something had to give.

"Alright, enough!" he said, his fists going to his hips. "This is fucked, and I'm not going to stand around and watch fucked things going on in my living room."

"You," he glared at Sean. "I love you. You are the best friend I have ever had. You are my brother, my twin. I want you to be in my life forever. That's not negotiable."

"You," he transferred the blue fire to Dom. "I love you. You are the man I want for my partner forever. I want to build my life around you. That's not negotiable."

"Both of you," and he gave Dom a gentle shove, pushing him closer to Sean. "You love each other. Your friendship is something you both need in your lives forever. That's not mine to decide, but I think you'd be stupid cunts to think that *that's* negotiable."

"Now," and he scorched both with his blazing eyes, "you two are going to fucking work this out. I WILL have you both in my life. In order for that to happen, YOU will work this the fuck OUT between you."

"I'm going to go work on the computer for an hour," he continued, "and when I come back, you may or may not want to tell me what you two have talked about. But you WILL have this worked out by the time I get back."

"Any questions?" he finished.

Both men were staring at him, mouths slightly agape. Suddenly Lij wasn't angry anymore. He was swept by how much he loved these two men, each in their own way, each their own wonderful and fucked-up selves. He gave them a smile that dazzled them both and left the room without another word.

It was a very, very, very long hour. Lij couldn't even answer emails; he just did some light surfing and ended up playing solitaire. Jesus, he hadn't played solitaire in years. He would not not NOT eavesdrop, but he couldn't prevent his whole being from focusing on any thread of sound from the other room. He heard unmistakably angry tones: now Dom, now Sean... and some agonizing silences. After about 45 minutes, when only a quiet hum had emerged for some time, he was considering going back in early when he heard an outraged bellow from Sean. He stared toward the door as he heard Dom's voice -- placatory and... laughing???? and then, finally, Sean's laughter. He slumped in his chair, eyes closed, swamped with relief.

When Elijah walked back into the living room, Sean and Dom were seated side by side on the sofa, heads together like kids planning a trick. They were so adorable that Lij wanted to leap on them and kiss them both. He restrained himself -- they wouldn't understand, and this new peace had to be given a chance before he tested it like that.

The two men looked up at Elijah, and he almost staggered under the combined gaze of the two most beautiful pairs of eyes on earth. Both were glowing, both were shining just for him. His smile was radiant. "Alright, wankers, you got your shit together now?" he asked.

Sean and Dom glanced at each other and each began to grin. When they transferred that grin to Elijah he had to grin back. They spoke together: "Yeah," then glanced at each other and laughed. Sean raised his eyebrows and dipped his head to Dom. "Your privilege," he said, eyes dancing.

When Dom turned back to Elijah his eyes were positively incandescent. "Lij, we decided that you are absolutely right. We all love each other, and that's the important thing. So," he continued, smiling at Elijah's joyous beam, "we have a . . ." he turned to Sean, eyebrows quizzical. "Suggestion? Condition?"

"Try 'peremptory demand'", said Sean.

"Right, knew college was good for something," approved Dom. He turned back to Lij. "We have a peremptory demand. We want to consummate the deal."

There was a long pause. Sean and Dom were looking at Elijah, smiling, eyes gleaming emerald and mithril (could mithril be mischievous? thought Lij confusedly). "Erm... what?" he asked stupidly.

Dom and Sean glanced at each other again and rose from the couch together, advancing on Elijah. His eyes widened as they approached, each sliding an arm around him. Sean brushed his lips over Elijah's disheveled hair while Dom pressed his under Lij's ear, murmuring "We love you, Ring Thing. And we want to show you how much. Together." Sean's mouth had descended to Elijah's throat, and Lij instinctively arched his neck to the lips. He heard Dom chuckle, "Think that's a yes, Sean."

"Well, if he doesn't want it he can always scream," murmured Sean against Lij's collarbone, the humming vibrations going right through Elijah.

Dom laughed again, the low purring laugh that sent shivers down Lij's spine and into his cock. "Bet we make him scream, one way or another," he said softly. "I know how!" and he and Sean burst out laughing as Sean said the same three words simultaneously. "Yeah," said Dom. "Between us, I think we can make it happen."

Lij hadn't had a chance to fully realize just what the fuck was happening here. He was swimming in sensation and shock, and had no intention of interrupting it with any sort of analysis. Besides, his knees were buckling. Sean caught him and slipped off his t-shirt as he lowered him gently to the carpet. "Not to worry, little hobbit," he whispered, eyes gleaming wickedly. "We'll be very, very gentle."

Elijah, who knew that tone of voice, whimpered as Sean's mouth descended on his, sucking gently on his lower lip.

Lij's shattered attention was distracted by a touch at his nipple. Warm wetness, and the shivering scrape of teeth across the hardening nub... Elijah's hand explored and found nothing but Dom-skin: lots of it. All of it, in fact, and Dom's hungry mouth was fastened to his nipple while his hand deftly unfastened Lij's jeans. Sean slid smoothly down Lijah's body, mouth hovering lovingly over his tattoo as one hand went under Lij to lift him, allowing Sean to push his jeans down to his thighs. Again Sean slid himself down, pulling the pants and briefs down and off. There was a pause, and 'jesus not even Sean is folding the fucking jeans at a time like this,' thought Elijah confusedly. He was right. When Sean returned to Lij's sphere of attention he was naked too.

Dom had moved his mouth to Lij's and was kissing him deeply enough to drown, saliva-slicked fingers continuing to tease Lij's nipples. Lij moaned into Dom's mouth, his chest arching up to the tantalizing fingertips, when he felt Sean's hands gently parting his legs and Sean's mouth warm and moist on the inside of his thigh. With a gasping cry Lij lifted his hips, reaching for that mouth. He felt Dom smile against his lips, then almost bit Dom's tongue when Sean's tongue slid from the root to the head of his cock in one swooning glide oh my god. He tried to shout as Sean took his cock deep, sucking strongly, but Dom would not relinquish his mouth, plundering ravenously with his tongue.

Lij brought his hands to Dom's chest, reaching for his nipples, but Dom growled. Grasping Lijah's wrists he pulled them over his head, pinning them to the floor before descending on Lij's mouth again, bruisingly, wonderfully, while Sean slid his mouth to the head of his cock, tongue swirling.

"Sean," Dom gasped, "Hold this hobbit while I..." Dom kissed Sean, tasting Elijah, before scrambling across the carpet after the wayward bottle of lube. He turned back to see Sean kissing Lij, one hand pinioning his arms while the other caressed his balls. Lij was writhing, moaning cries clearly audible even through the gag of Sean's mouth. Dom grinned appreciatively: it was a pretty sight. He moved back over, kneeling on the other side of Elijah. "Help me, Sean," he whispered, and Sean lay on his side, draWing Elijah's leg over his hip, opening him to Dom's lube-slicked fingers.

At the first slide of a finger into him Lij cried out, and when Dom found the sweet spot and caressed it firmly, he gave a strangled scream: "Dom!" and as Sean's mouth captured a nipple,"ogod SEAN, jesus fuck DOM Sean FUCK ogod..." his voice trailed off in sobbing gasps. His hips wanted to writhe, but he was pinioned on Dom's fingers -- now two, now three -- opening him. He heard Dom moan and realized confusedly that Sean was sliding cool lube over Dom's cock, and the thought wrenched another strangled cry "god jesus FUCK... Dom... Sean... ogod".

Sean's hands were on Lij's ass, stretching the leg up around Sean's waist, positioning him for Dom while Sean's cock pressed avidly against Lij's and his mouth moved hungrily on Lijah's throat. Lij felt the head of Dom's cock against his opening and he thrust his fingers into Sean's hair, bringing his mouth to his, screaming Dom's name into Sean's mouth as Dom's cock slid smoothly into Elijah, held securely in Sean's arms. The burning glide of Dom's slow thrust pressed Lij's cock against Sean's and Elijah was swallowed in sensation, mindless. When a hand closed over Sean's and his cocks he couldn't tell at first whose hand it was; when he realized it was Dom's he moaned.

Dom pulled out slowly. Elijah whimpered and Sean's hands tightened on his hips, holding him fast for Dom to impale with another long, slow, dizzying press of Dom's cock up, all the way up into Elijah's body, the angle perfect. Lijah screamed again, not knowing what he screamed, whose name, whose hands, whose mouth ogodogod.

Dom's rhythm stayed slow, deliberate, tantalizing, for an agonizingly long time, and Elijah was mindless, incoherent, the taut ecstasy of Dom inside, the pressure of Sean's cock against his, cocks rubbed tightly together by Dom's caressing fist, Sean's hands holding him securely, Sean's mouth covering his but unable to muffle his cries.

When Elijah came the universe shattered into glittering splinters. He was screaming incoherently, no longer able even to form a name, aware only of the sensations in his cock, of Dom filling him, pumping a hot rush deep inside him, gasping cries from Dom and Sean's moans. He came and came forever, lights flashing behind his eyes, sobbing breaths gasping. He was dimly aware that Dom, spent, had slipped out of him, and he whimpered when Dom gently pulled Lij's leg from around Sean, softly pressing Sean's shoulders back onto the carpet. Dom smiled at Lij, blazing with their passion. "Kiss him, Lijah," he said huskily before taking Sean's cock deeply into his mouth. Sean cried out and Dom moaned at the taste of Lijah's come on Sean's cock. Sobbing breathlessly, Lij scrambled to kneel beside Sean and kiss him deeply, swallowing his moans. When Sean came into Dom's mouth he shouted his ecstasy into Lijah's mouth.

For an endless time they lay, a gasping tangle of spent flesh, Sean sprawled in abandon, Dom's head pillowed on his thigh, Elijah draped across his chest, sweat and come drying on their bodies, breaths gradually returning to softer rhythms, hands moving to stroke, to soothe they knew not whose skin.

Finally Sean tugged gently at Dom, pulling him up, turning on his side, pulling Dom into his arms with Lijah warm between them. Lij was fluidly content, floating in afterglow, still shuddering with aftershocks, cradled between the two men he loved best: chest to Sean's, back spooned to Dom, arms and arms around him, knowing there was no need for any more than this, ever.

"Quite the peacemaker, Lij," murmured Dom. "If TTT bombs you can look for work in Foreign Affairs." The innuendo was, for once, unintentional, and all three burst out laughing. "Diplomacy would be a snap for you, Elwood," he gasped. "A lay like this and any country would disarm their nukes in a heartbeat."

They giggled and snorted, wriggling against each other, Lij turning to kiss now Dom, now Sean, ducking to explore the wide expanses of skin at his disposal while Dom and Sean kissed. It was heaven, absolute nirvana, and it should have gone on forever but it couldn't.

"I have to go," said Sean.

The familiar phrase made Lijah's breath catch, but Dom's arms were warm around him and he smiled sleepily at his best friend from the embrace of his lover.