He sat on his bed looking from the long flat box that his lover was holding in his arms to the younger man's face trying to decipher what was going on in the other man's head. "I know that you've been in a mood lately because you feel old and you want to paint, but don't have anything to wear. So…" As the box was placed on his lap his mind worked furiously trying to determine what could be inside it. Surely it wasn't what he needed, what he longed for after all no one knew. It was one of those secrets that he'd always kept to himself as he was known for doing. "I hope they fit." The other man offered quietly. The slight tremble of his voice betrayed his nervousness and they older man's curiosity increased.

Slowly he removed the top from the box and carefully examined each item one at a time. Lifting two bottles he read the name on them, Manic Panic, and recognized them to be hair color. Carefully he examined the names of the colors nodding at the choices his lover had made not only happy with them, but excited to see the effect they would make in his currently dark hair. Setting them off to one side he carefully lifted the next item from the box feeling the softness of the sheer material run through his fingers. His mind tried to race ahead to the next item, but sternly he stopped it forcing himself to focus on only the one in his hands. Running his fingers over the familiar black material he began to wonder how his lover had known this was his favorite. Curiosity finally got the best of him and he had to set it down to look at the final item in the box.

Carefully he ran a finger over the stiff leather material on the top of the remaining item and then down over the silky material on the bottom almost afraid to lift it out of the box. His breath was already becoming stubborn as it refused to come out of his lungs in any regular pattern and his heart seemed to be trying to compensate as its beat sped up. Finally though he gathered his courage lifting it out as he stood letting the box fall to the floor. Crossing the room he stood in front of the mirror holding it in front of his body. He could see his lover behind him watching quietly and after several long moments their eyes met in the reflection. "How did you know?" He asked in a hushed tone. His lover smiled softly before answering.

"Come now. I've grown up in this business." He shook his head refusing to believe it had been that obvious and said as much to his lover. Shrugging the younger man crossed the distance between them to wrap his arms around the older man's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "I just knew. Like I said I have been in the business a long time. I know people better than most." For a long while the two studied each other until finally the older man sighed happily. "Thank you, my love." Turning he gave the young man a hot but short kiss on the lips then hurried off to transform himself.

He started with the hair taking his time to get the colors right trying to match them with the picture in his mind. First came the silver and it occurred to him that it was slightly ironic that he was putting in a color now that he had only a few weeks ago tried to dye out. Next came the pink. Smiling he studied his reflection in the mirror excited to see the final effect. Later after several long minutes of waiting and rinsing and drying he styled his hair spiking it up in all different directions and again saw his lover watching him though the mirror. "What do you think?" He asked and when the younger man laughed happily he practically bounced knowing it was a good laugh. "If they could only see you now with pink hair… whatever would they say? Personally I think it makes you look amazing."

The older man grinned adding a couple finishing touches to his face then spinning kissed his lover again before hurrying off to finish. Sitting on the edge of the bed he placed his foot inside of the sheer material watching it cover his skin. "Can you get the boots from my closet? I want the high black ones hidden in the back." The young man hurried off to retrieve the items and as he did the older man carefully lifted the piece de resistance, stepping into it, lifting it up his body, and holding it in place. When his lover came back carrying not only the boots but a coat he had not worn in ages, he smiled again wondering how he had been lucky enough to find someone who knew and accepted him so completely.

Turning he presented his back and the young man set the things on the bed before pulling on the strings at the back tightening them so that it fit snuggly. He then stood holding the jacket waiting patiently as the boots were put on lovely, thigh high, leather, and black. In truth they and the jacket had been the inspiration. He had suspicions for a long time, but it was his discovery of them awhile back that cemented his beliefs. When his lover stood he held the jacket out slipping it over shoulders after kissing them lovingly and received another peck for his efforts before watching the other man run back to the floor length mirror to study his reflection.

The older man smiled happier than he had been in months as he twirled admiring himself in the new clothes. The fishnet stockings looked amazing as always covering his legs. The leather corset with the black silk skirt attached was simply breathtaking. He had been plagued with nothing but doubts lately questioning himself and the love given to him by this sweet man wondering why someone so young and wonderful would waste their time on an old man. It was just like his lover though to know just what he needed then giving him it all and more. All he had wanted was to feel young and pretty again, but now… now he felt cherished and loved and beautiful.

Turning he walked back to his lover now towering over him with the height of his heels added to his natural height. "How do I thank you, my hobbit Sam my love my life my Sean." Smiling Sean stretched up placing his lips on his lovers delivering a tender kiss before pulling away. "Seeing you happy again, my warrior my king my Viggo is thanks enough. All I need is you and your love to make it worth the effort. Well that and maybe a good hot fuck!" Viggo threw his head back laughing at the laughter and lust in Sean's eyes then led him to the bed to do just that.

El Endo! *g*

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