Oh, when darkness comes and pain is all around

[sonofadam]

Cain probably shouldn't have challenged Klaus. He probably shouldn't have done a lot of things, especially where Klaus was concerned, but telling the volatile hybrid that his idea was a bad one to his face wasn't without consequences, and it resulted in his chest being punched out and his heart pulled beating from his chest. He saw it coming really, but he had to say it because it was a piss poor idea that would turn the vampires of the French Quarter against the hybrid, but of course Klaus would hear nothing of it.

And since Klaus couldn't bow nicely from an argument, he wrapped his hand around Cain's heart and Cain could feel it squeeze in his chest even through the radiating pain from getting his ribs broken and pushed aside. It was cold, more than the pain, it was a constricting coldness. He dropped like a ton of bricks onto the ground, collapsing in a fold of limbs splayed every which way.

A heart being pulled out wasn't the same as a stabbed heart, and it had happened often enough by now that Cain knew he was going to lose about half a day, at least. Probably wake up in the evening in the foyer alone and still need to clean up the damn bloody mess, literally, that his body made while he was dead. Why couldn't Klaus just snap his neck this time?

That was his last thought before.... complete blackness.

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[sonofadam]

"I have no right to tell you what to do," Cain said, but he wasn't playing daft. He knew what Elijah meant, and a second later, he shook his head in a small gesture. "There's no point, unless you want to avoid me, and I'm pretty certain you just spent the last hour trying to convince me otherwise. So don't."

He squeezed the bridge of his nose slightly, noticing that his physical headache had mostly subsided but the continuous one to do with the Mikaelsons had not.

"But I don't think it needs be said that I'm your brother's man. He doesn't care much for me, but I don't know how receptive of your... infatuation with me." For lack of better word. But it showed that Cain had a good grasp of Klaus' paranoia and jealousy streaks, and his standards of not letting someone have something even if he himself did not want it. Cain was his possession that he shared with the rest of the family on a whim, but if he had an inkling that Elijah valued it, he was just as likely to put a stop to it.

"I..." Here was the hard part, and once more, hesitation showed on that normally bland or confident mask. "I might not be all you think I am. There is a lot you do not know about me that is not as grand or wonderful as you see it." His gaze moved from Elijah to the drink before him. "I am just a man, a cursed one who lived far too long."

[emikaelson]

Elijah knew exactly what Cain spoke about when it came to his brother, but the matter on what he would do or wouldn't do when it came to spending time around Cain was still up in the air in Elijah's mind. Cain didn't clarify enough. He was going to have to say things as plainly as the original did for Elijah's sake because if they were to be intimate then it would be completely on Cain's say so. The vampire would not become his brother and treat him as any less.

Getting up from his chair, Elijah chose to begin to stalk the room on his side, pacing back and forth in front of a small bookcase that he had. It gave him something to do while he tried to keep himself from feeling anything that was going on right now in his head or his heart. It would be of a bad consequence if he did.

"You may do as you wish, and I do not expect anything from you. You are an equal in my sight, Cain. I do not see you as less than myself, but you are right about my brother. He has always sought to take anything any of my siblings and I have ever sought an interest in. A note though, please ... do not use the term infatuation. This is more than a school girl crush." Elijah inhaled and turned away for a pace, then came back to the desk.

"You will always be you, Cain, we always have our demons, and we are both but cursed men. Yet, it is not about then, it is about now. We would bury ourselves in our demons of then if that was who we truly remained for all time. I myself shall never do that. I refuse. You will be the man I see today, and your past may be, share it or not, you will find me not so fickle in my feelings." There was still a lot that Cain had to learn about Elijah as well-- he wasn't the only one with his own hidden lot.

[sonofadam]

Cain knew not what else to call that intense feeling that he felt when Elijah shared his memories. It was a curiosity towards his person and emotions of such intensity that it felt like that was what it was. Yet Elijah denied it otherwise and Cain felt he should do him the honor of respecting the man's knowledge of himself. Vampirism wasn't something he could easily comprehend, and this little moment of crossed consciousness showed him that very well.

"My apologies," he said, his tone regaining some of his earlier confidence.

No, there was no point in telling this vampire about the despair that Cain felt, or what drove him to be found by Klaus, when he was trying to get himself killed and walked out as the sole survivor. Or how he had confessed everything to Klaus before the hybrid revealed what he was and subjugated him. That would probably only disappoint Elijah and ruin that erroneous but beautiful image the vampire held of the immortal human.

And Cain wanted to preserve that image, despite what Elijah promised to not judge, so he stopped with what he was going to say and shook his head. "You are right. I try not to look behind me too far either." Or ahead, to be honest, although that Elijah didn't need to know.

"I suppose we can give this a try. We are not leaving each other's company anytime soon, there is no point in making an awkward situation of it. Like I said, I like you."

[emikaelson]

In Elijah's mind there were at at least a dozen different synonyms that stood in the place of the word infatuation which in this day and age came to mean nothing more than puppy love and what the vampire felt was far more rich than something describable by a dog. He held affection for, was enamored with, was enchanted, facinated and fond of Cain and that was just a start. Elijah took the apology with a graceful nod of his head and heard the bolster of confidence in Cain's voice. It made his lips curl slightly.

If only he had told Elijah of all that he'd been through, the Original would have felt even more deeply for the man who'd suffered untold years of misery at the hands of life, and loneliness. It was most unfair to be the only one walking a road alone. Elijah had no idea how he would have handled the same prospects had he not his family and legacies to surround himself. The very last thing on his mind would have been disappointment. Alas, it was not meant to be. Cain decided that he didn't want to share, and so Elijah remained in the dark about the beautiful man's past before him.

Given the way the vampire was having difficulty feeling and navigating their conversation, because he couldn't actually read how Cain was feeling-- he honestly thought that Cain might have had a passing interest, but not enough to cause family issues, and he was pretty sure that he was about to be rejected at any second, and so when Cain opened his mouth, Elijah had raised his hand to acknowledge this.

"I know, It's fin-- Wait, you want to give this a try. You want to be with me?" Quickly moving completely around the desk, Elijah stood in front of Cain and felt the beat of his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach dropped. It was not the answer he was expecting. Yet, it was the one he'd been hoping for, and he didn't realize just how deeply until this moment.

Gripping the immortal by the shoulders, Elijah pulled him up and crashed their mouths together, breathing in the reality that he could do this, one of his hands went up into the other man's hair and the other hooked tightly around his waist as they kissed. It was far more fierce a thing than Elijah had offered anyone in a long time, even deeper than Cain had felt before, because there was a greater emotion behind it now, and a fear that somehow it could all be pulled away in a second-- even if it wasn't going to, Elijah kissed him with that sort of desperation.

[sonofadam]

Loneliness was a road of despair and desperation, and someone who never walked it would never understand the pain of it. It wasn't just the solitude, but the repeated loss, without a single familiar port for the storm of time, but constantly adrift and floating in a sea that was ever changing. It was all Cain could do to stay sane, much less find enjoyment in this neverending torture.

Klaus, for better or worse, became his port. It was a shore of a pirate isle, one that constantly abused and pillaged, spilled his blood and enslaved his ship, but it was still the one place that didn't change with the shifting tides and blowing seas.

And now Elijah was sailing in and gave him a sample of what it might be like to have a companion ship, another choice. Cain knew he felt something that afternoon too, a fleeting glimpse of a feeling, and... he wanted it again. Now that it was all put out in the open and he had to choose, he wanted what was offered. There was no conflict, was there, to sail out of that pirate port alongside the ship that was Elijah, to return to serving his pirate master whenever he returned from sea.

Cain's head tilted up when Elijah came to stand before him, the vampire towering over him as he looked with shock in his gaze at his answer. "Yeah, I sai--" His words were cut off when a strong grip lifted him up to standing like his hundred something pound of muscled body weighed nothing and he found hot lips suddenly crushed against his own. It effectively stopped his words, and for a second Cain was only receiving, stunned by the abrupt kiss. As he got used to it, his tongue slipped between his parted lips to meet Elijah's, and it escalated quickly with ferocity, to show what he held back before.

He pushed Elijah back against the edge of the table as they kissed, his hand reaching to hold onto the edge and half trapping the the vampire there. It was only his need for air that made him finally break free, and he spent it panting softly while looking with renewed determination into Elijah's gaze.

"Yeah, I want to try it. You got any complaints, Mikaelson?" He leaned in and took up Elijah's bottom lip with his teeth and tugged at it lightly, almost playful with his arrogance.

[emikaelson]

This time when Cain took more control of the situation and the kiss, Elijah let him-- showing Cain that he thought of them both as equals in this relationship, neither one above the other. Even though there were times that Elijah might push Cain around sexually for fun, it wasn't because he thought more or less of him.

Even pressed against the desk, Elijah held his hand firm in Cain's hair as they both panted. The vampire had no real need for air, but his lungs still reacted as if they did, clinging to the oxygen rich atmosphere around him like he'd forgotten what breathing was all about. All the while his eyes bore deep holes into the light blue ones across from him.

The playful nip, had the original teasing the immortal right back, lowering his hand so that both rested around the other male's waist. It'd been a long while since he'd felt any sort of attraction like this for a man, not that he could ever recall feeling this sort of deep connection or romantic feeling. Elijah had never dated a man before, and a part of him wished very deeply that he could be out about this-- that his family wasn't so blindly difficult about sharing their affections with one another.

Jealousy was a powerful thing. Not that Elijah was very different.

Flicking his tongue over Cain's lips teasingly, Elijah smirked and shook his head. "There are no lingering complaints here. Only one wondering why it took you so long to figure it out." He played, knowing that Cain was in the middle of life and death and extremely exhausted and before that things between them were extremely awkward after they had sex. As it was, Elijah didn't waste any time in clawing his way up the back of Cain's shirt and drawing his nails over the skin there. He really didn't know what kind of sex the other man was used to, or wanted, but Elijah could say that he was bored to death of the vanilla sex that he'd been having with his lady friends lately.

[sonofadam]

"You weren't exactly being the most obvious either," since Cain could count on one hand the number of times he had seen Elijah around after the incident, and those times the vampire barely spared him a glance, or so it would seem. How was he to know that the vampire watched him when he wasn't looking, staying out of his sight and using his vampire abilities to keep himself from being seen by a man with human senses.

Cain moaned softly at the scratch of nails on his back, especially when they ran over the small of his back just in the little dipping curve of the spine and in the sensitive small muscles of that area. Like before his moans were unfiltered and real, without reservation or care even knowing that he might be discovered or heard in this household full of vampires.

They had sex once and it had made him feel that spark of excitement that the everyday motions had not, and although he was still tired and mildly exhausted from his revival, he found he still wanted this. When he kissed Elijah again it was to devour his mouth with a hunger, exactly like a man who had spent his day expending energy without any to recharge, and he was famished for the vampire.

His hand swept the study's desk free of things and knocked over some paper and something else clattered to the floor, but he didn't have time to look. For he was already trying to lift Elijah onto it.

There was a pause when they broke apart to give the vampire a look. "Do we need to switch positions?" Which, if Elijah insisted, they could. Cain cared a whole lot less than the vampire did.

[emikaelson]

Elijah couldn't help when a small laugh coughed out. He knew that he'd been anything but obvious, and that Cain would have had no idea that the vampire was watching him or desiring him from afar even if he'd been a vampire -- Elijah was good at what he did. The only way that Cain would have known was the way Elijah showed him, and that was something completely private and extraordinarily intimate. Never before had the original reached into his own mind and shared his own thoughts like that. He'd offered impressions and other dreams, but never before had he given anyone a sense of exactly who he was like that, with his emotions open so freely for the other man to feel.

It was as vulnerable as Elijah came and for some reason he dropped that wall for Cain of all people. There wasn't much about Cain that didn't titllate Elijah on some level. It was like merely hearing his voice sent out a wave of velvet over his skin that brushed it backwards and broke out shivers and unfettered wants and needs that the vampire had no control over. Moans-- moans were even worse.

A moan from the man he was touching pulled Elijah's cock up and had it begging for attention. It seemed that those nails had been all the inspiration Cain had needed as papers and books went flying. Elijah found himself being shoved back up on his desk and it surprised him that he didn't mind. Normally, he'd make sure that it would never happen that way, but this time he wanted it. He wanted Cain to rip him open and force his body into a fashion that it'd never been before.

He took a deep breath before he answered. "We don't, but if we're doing it this way, I'm going to ask that we do it in bed, and with some proper lubrication. I've never been entered before." He yanked Cain back in close and wrapped his legs around him tight as Elijah sealed their mouths together, quickly establishing that he wanted this, wanted Cain. He didn't care that Cain was exhausted, or had only just come back to life earlier. As far as the vampire was concerned-- this was his life, the taste and breathe of the other man. It was what was going to get him through the next few hours.

[sonofadam]

It was hard to imagine that this thousand year old vampire had really never experienced this, yet at the same time knowing the Mikaelson pride, it was not hard to understand. Cain gave him an out, yet Elijah was determined, pushing forward with their kissing and his hands scrabbling over Cain's back. He moaned softly as their kiss broke and Elijah requested they take this to the bed.

"Then let's just switch, I don't want to walk back..."

Before Cain even finished his sentence, he felt Elijah's arms wrap around him. The hands lifted him with a vampire's strength, and the world blurred. When Cain could focus again several seconds later, somewhat disoriented, they were in Elijah's bedroom where they had been last time. Elijah sat back on the bed and Cain shrugged his shoulder and moved toward, coming between the vampire's legs and pushed him back, sprawling him onto the bed.

"That's fine, I'll take good care of you," Cain said with his own brand of confidence before crawling down over him with one hand pushing the mattress by Elijah's head and the other pushing at the vampire's shirt to push it up along his stomach. "Where's your lube?" The tone was somewhat different from last time, even from the moment ago in the study. Cain was slower here, gentler, willing to take his time in consideration for the virgin in front of him.

[emikaelson]

Maybe it was hard to understand, but Elijah's first choice in genders for sex was naturally female and that brought down his experiences with males to those few he experimented with for fun, and with those they he'd never been serious with in the times that they'd been together. He'd never felt a shade of emotion for them. Elijah was always about power in sex that he was playing at, he exuded it in his daily life and giving up any sort of power was near to impossible for him.

Even now the vampire wanted to shove Cain over and roll on top of him to take the reigns of this encounter, but another part-- an incredibly curious part really wanted to open himself up to Cain like this. He'd probably never find another male that he'd feel comfortable enough around to let him do this. Plus, this was something he'd fantasized about. He'd thought he'd wait, but when the moment came, Elijah wanted it, and wanted it immediately.

He inhaled and relaxed against the bed, eyeing Cain up and down as the immortal pushed at his shirt. "I imagine you will. Fucking virgins is always pleasurable." He laughed softly, trying to make light of the fact, to cover up the nerves that would be natural to most people, but not to Elijah Mikaelson. No, Elijah couldn't have nerves. Sex was a natural thing and Elijah Mikaelson shouldn't be nervous about any kind of sex.

"It's in the bedside drawer, beside my head there.." He turned his head to the side and pointed. He'd have made a grab for it, but honestly it was easier for Cain to reach the way he was hovering over Elijah. This vantage gave Elijah the opportunity to begin to pull Cain's clothes off his body, not having a need for them while they were in here. He leaned up and kissed at the other man's neck, and then his chin, merely craving open lines of skin for his mouth to skim across, while his hands began to claim the same much lower, climbing over the experienced man with his own deft, curious fingers.

He clawed at the skin once more, this time grating over Cain's chest, down his firm brestbone and then over obliques-- clamoring to pull the other man into him and against him so that they could at least grind against another a few times. His cock was throbbing and it wanted relief, now and not later. He was dying just to be touched, to be surrounded, and knew that this time, it would be different, very different.

[sonofadam]

Cain had every intention to take this slow with the vampire, and even as he reached for the lube, he was touching, caressing, never leaving Elijah alone just as the vampire was working very hard to loosen Cain's clothes. His lips twitched slightly at the vampire's attempt of a joke, and Caim understood that feeling of nervousness that came from a thousand year old virgin.

He groaned when their cocks first touched, still partially through the clothes and a pair of rounded hardness rubbing against each other heatedly through the thin layers of clothing. Cain's fingers touched the tube of lube and slipped away as he took new grip on the edge of the bed for a second.

Reaching again, he grabbed the lube and quickly retreated back with the prize before Elijah got further in their horizontal dance.

"If done right, you'll enjoy this greatly, even as a virgin," Cain said, leaning down to kiss those kissable lips, working to turn them into a nice kiss swollen pair. He gyrated his hips down against the vampire to grind down on him some more. "And I know how to do it just right," Cain promised, not yet moving onto opening the lube although he placed the bottle by one side within easy reach. Easy sight too, if Elijah cared to look in that direction. Unlikely though for Cain was busy distracting him again when his hand moved to remove the front of the vampire's fly so he could seek the treasure within those pants.

By touch alone he found the dragon within, no longer sleeping but fully awake and spitting liquid fire with passion. He pumped it a few times and his thumb followed that rounded slick head, spreading that fire as he moved his lips to licking, kissing, and sucking along the vampire's neck. He was going to make sure Elijah was nicely worked up but relaxed before he started preparing him.

[emikaelson]

"I know how to do it right as well, but for some reason I'm trusting you this time. I hardly know why..." The vampire's words were already breathless and spotted with intakes and outtakes of air as he continued to attempt to pull Cain's shirt completely off, yanking at the arms to direct them through the the sleeves, while the immortal was reaching over for the lube. When that was gone, Elijah couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Cain's amazing cock. It was almost frightening-- the thought of letting that thing inside him, but the thought of touching it, seeing it again had Elijah harder than a brick wall on a cold day.

He undid the button on his breeches and then the reached his own hand between them to reach in and palm at the hard, warm, organ. It was so smooth and thick beneath his grip, and yet it throbbed with every single beat of Cain's heart. Elijah loved that he could feel the beat of his victim's hearts sometimes through their genitals, it made him so fucking horny. Holding hit tight, he laid perfectly still and thought about Cain's blood spilling over him in rivers, and about rolling in it as he drank. It was a macabre thought, and he knew that he'd never want that for his lover, but sometimes the thoughts -- they came and the creature that he was could not undo them.

When Cain grabbed hold of his cock, Elijah wanted to fuck his hand, he was so worked up as it was, but he knew that there was so much more to come tonight. They both had to have patience or neither of them would make it. It was difficult when Elijah had been thinking off and on about the other screwing him like this for weeks now. If he only knew why he wanted to submit, it would have been one thing, but even Elijah didn't know why he really wanted to be held down and fucked like this, to have another man be a part of him as if he were some less than, he thought-- of course, Elijah didn't understand that this wouldn't make them powerful over one another, or that it only required mutual trust. Nor did he realize the difference it'd make for him in their relationship.

If he only knew, he wouldn't be lifting his heels and moving his legs inward, clawing his arms across Cain's back and begging for Cain's body when the other began to lick and suck at his neck.

[sonofadam]

"Yes, I recall quite well," Cain murmured between kisses of skin, his lips running along the dips and valley of the vampire's neck and the pleasure of the creamy surface. His hand continued its strong but leisured strokes of Elijah's cock, running it over that column of smooth silken flesh, hard enough to be a structural support in Athens large temples.

His kisses travelled down to the neckline of the shirt collar, at which Cain rumbled a very soft impatient growl realizing those buttons had not yet been undone. With much regret he took his hand free from Elijah's cock so he could work on removing the clothes, fingers flicking buttons open and kissing heatedly over every inch of skin revealed this way. They were both urgently wanting so he didn't take as much time as he could or should, and a button or two might have been loosened from the swift movements. Considering how he was of half a mind to tear it open, it was probably an accomplishment.

"Come on, help me out here." Cain was tugging at Elijah's tie now, their movements having picked up considerably from the teasing play from moments before.

To be perfectly fair, it wasn't as if Cain had never been bled dry for a vampire before. More than once Klaus and done it to him, and if Cain knew Elijah was not giving into his darker urges, he would honestly appreciate it. Because despite being older than the whole Mikaelson family added together, he was still powerless against them, and being old and knowledgeable did nothing against the incredible powers of a vampire. It was honestly a little surprising that he wanted this with a vampire to begin with, but also because Elijah was a vampire, this was different from anything else he could have experienced with any others.

Finally, the shirt was open and the tie was pulled free, tossed carelessly over the side of the bed somewhere. Cain knelt up and moved to quickly divest himself of his clothes as well so they could move back to what they were doing with lips and stroking and skin.

[emikaelson]

Tearing did he say-- or think? Elijah's hands were there soon enough, ripping down the rest of the way, popping buttons left and right letting them fly off onto the bedspread and sheets with a soft little tuft of sound. Trying to do his best to help out, he lifted his neck for his tie to be gone, and then yanked firmly at his lifted hips while kicking to get the rest of his clothing off.

He felt like he was literally burning up every time Cain's mouth touched him and had nothing, no recourse to fight it with. There was barely any skin that he could reach. His hands scampered and fingers clawed at hair, and back when they could reach, leaving bright red marks in their wake. Could one burn up and drown at the same time? If so, that's what Elijah would be doing right now.

It wasn't about taking everything from Cain this time. It was about giving him everything, letting someone else take from Elijah. It wasn't something he'd ever done, and he was sure that he was going to regret it all in the morning, but fuck if he'd think about any of that now. All he knew was he wanted more, more of that mouth, more of those hands, and more of that body laid over top of his. The weight of it felt like a warm blanket in the cold, and like the most sensual and sexy thing he'd felt all at once. His cock was once again raining down down the sides of it's length, begging for the touch of something, anything.

"Fuck, I need this. Cain. I need you." He moaned the words and rocked his body up into the other man's, grabbing at his shoulders and neck to bring him back down for a torch-like kiss. Their mouths sizzled as they met. Elijah forced his tongue immediately into Cain's mouth and rolled them across the bed, fitting Cain back on top of him after he took a minute to really drown the immortal with the way their mouths slotted together, clashing this way and that.

Without even thinking about anything, Elijah reached down and grabbed both their cocks with one hand and began rubbing them together, using their precum to slick them together as his hand owned each of them and both of them together,moaning loudly as he did. He could care less about anyone who might be walking by his room, let them know that he was getting laid. It was finally time that something went right in his life.

[sonofadam]

As rushed and as passionate as the both of them were, desperate for each other's touches and mouths and caresses, Cain promised Elijah to do this right, and he would do right by the man who kept his virginity for a thousand years. It was the least he could do, even if his cock was screaming at him and weeping shiny opaque trails down his shaft to mingle like a bubbling fountain against Elijah's own.

The vampire was so beautiful like this, open and wanting, knowledgeable yet innocent at the same time, waiting to experience his first penetration at the hand of the oldest man and one who had the most experience on the matter. Finally Cain opened the bottle of lube and squeezed out an amount that he used to coat and warm between his hands before he ran the slicked fingers gendy down between the as crack.

He trailed down that sensitive trail to touch briefly that secret entrance, taking his time to play the finger there to have Elijah loosen his guard. The ring of muscles flexed several times before it was responding a slight bit slower. That was when Cain pushed the first knuckle of his slicked digit in. At the same time he positioned himself over Elijah and grabbed his mouth into a kiss while rutting down onto Elijah's cock the same way the vampire sought friction against his own.

Cain kept kissing as he slowly pushed the single digit in, slipping back and forth a few times each time before he pushed in a little longer. It repeated, several times before his finger was deep enough that he could twist it and seek out that little nub of pleasure to give Elijah a taste.

[emikaelson]

As anxious and completely worked up as Elijah was, he had no idea exactly what was coming. He was lost to the feeling of their cocks being ground together, forces rubbing, bound tightly and stimulating what felt like every last nerve ending in his body. One minute it was there, and the next Cain pulled it all away to the greatest disappointment of the original.

His body shook and fingers moved and clutched at the bed sheets in anticipation of what was to come. Lips parted slightly, over red and a little bit breathless from the intensity of their previous actions. Elijah watched Cain with lowered lids, and fiercely dark eyes, right on the edge of going black as the other used the bottle of lube to slick up his fingers.

Elijah made a small guttural sound when Cain pushed his first finger in-- a sound that was quickly lost in the passion and glory of the immortal's mouth and body as it came back with a vengeance, invading the vampire's every sense, forcing his mouth to accept just as much of an intrusion as his body was taking. It felt like he was being invaded, and there was no real pain, nothing that he wanted really, he pushed back, seeking a deeper feeling, wanting to really feel the other man inside him, taking him in body like he was in everything else.

Then there it was, a brush, a spark and he gasped into the kiss. "Fuck. That." He moaned deep. "Again..." He commanded, and tipped his hips forward, aching to feel that one little flicker of pleasure. "Fuck me harder, with more. I can handle it." Elijah was used to his brother putting stakes through his body for fucks sake, he could handle a few fingers in his ass.

[sonofadam]

Cain would very much like to not be compared to Elijah's brother driving stakes through him for Cain's first time taking the vampire. If that was what Elijah was thinking about, then he was doing something incredibly wrong in making sure the vampire attained pleasure.

"Shh, in due time," Cain whispered against Elijah's lips although he did brush that private nub again, bringing fireworks and an explosion of pleasure to the Original's senses more solidly than he did before. In other words, he was going to take his time and do this right, regardless of what the Original who was so used to being in control wanted. Cain was calling the shots on this one, and he wasn't going to let the vampire break his rhythm.

A second finger joined the first, twisting and scissoring lightly in the constant movement of those digits drilling in and out of that body, working to open him fully and completely without any worry of pain. It wasn't a question of whether Elijah could take it, because Cain knew he could, but what this first time should be like for the vampire.

Cain wanted his to be a good memory, the first experience in a thousand years deserved that sort of attention. He brushed against the prostate in every second stroke, light skimming brushes, only to work the vampire up but not to spoil the main event. For the same reason he wasn't pressing hard against the prostate yet, he didn't touch that weeping cock. With how sensitive Elijah was, he would not want to make things over too soon. His kisses had travelled down that handsome jaw to the hollows of his throat, kissing, sucking, raising marks that would disappear as soon as they were made, all as part of the foreplay as he graduated up to three fingers and made sure to twist them in such ways that drove the vampire mad with desire.

[emikaelson]

Ever used to being in control, it was nearly impossible to really let go completely for Elijah. He wanted to be the one instructing Cain on how to finger fuck him, on what he needed, and when he needed it. His body was tempered and his cock was aching to be touched and surrounded in warmth. He had no idea what being filled was like. It was killing him to sit back and let someone else take those reins from him.

"I can take what you can give me. You don't have to treat me so gently. I'm a vampire you know." He shot back, words dying on a moan when Cain pushed that second finger in there, finally starting to really stretch things open, offering more pressure than just the odd feeling that had been there previously. Elijah grappled at Cain's back now, clawing and digging into the skin when his prostate was brushed, chest expanding and breaths catching as nerves sent out shockwaves that stunned him momentarily and then faded away until the next time Cain decided to brush that nerve again.

Finally when there was three fingers, Elijah knew for certain that this was exactly what he'd been waiting to experience for a thousand years. He'd waited for this exact person, and this exact moment. He moaned and lifted his back off the bed, and flung his legs in the air like the two bit whore that he felt like. He'd do anything that Cain demanded right now. Anything. "Fuck me, like that. " He opened his neck up to the immortal's mouth and cried out his delight. He was helpless against Cain's ministrations, and had finally let go of every ounce of control he had held so tightly for so long.

For once, Elijah Mikaelson wasn't in control.

[sonofadam]

Cain could feel the exact moment that Elijah gave up his control and his body accepted everything that Cain was doing to him. It wasn't until the third finger was in and he was twisting and readying him that Elijah seemed to realize that being wanton was what he wanted to do more than command Cain in how to fuck him. The legs were spread wide, and Cain smeared more lube to make sure that stretched cavern was nice and smooth before he pulled his hand away fully.

"Told you, it's not about what you can take. Let me take care of you."

Before Elijah could complain too much, Cain was leaning over to draw his lips into a kiss. It was only a distraction though while his hands busied with the task of lubing himself up. By the time he withdrew his tongue from the brief battle of space between their mouths, he was ready.

Despite knowing exactly how much punishment the other man could take, Cain still took his time in entering. It was for Elijah as much as for himself, it might have been a while since he bedded someone with as tight a channel as the Original vampire's. He breached slowly but smoothly, gliding in nearly in one steady push before he was in all the way and tested that tight grip by rocking his hips. It was a move that made sure he was hitting up against Elijah's prostate nicely to reward his patience. Meanwhile, Cain put Elijah's legs over his shoulders, opening up the Original further and taking some of the strain off a man who was unused to this position.

[emikaelson]

Ye gods Elijah's body was in existential delight. He was writhing against those fingers and rolling with the way they jammed inside him time and again. The vampire couldn't even imagine anything else better than this. Cain had set him free, by taking away all the pressure of having to always be in control of everything. For once in his life, Elijah was completely and utterly unburdened. His back arched and fingers fisted into the sheets, all so wound up until he pulled his hand away.

"What. No." Elijah began to complain, but then his mouth was taken again and he lost his sense of direction as tongue met tongue and all he wanted was to drown in Cain's kisses, but then there was pressure at his entrance once more, and it was greater than anything he'd ever felt before. It was enough to rip him open further.

He knew that it was Cain-- finally after all that time, Cain was pushing himself in, and it robbed the vampire of air. He bit at his lip and tipped his head back into the pillow, thrashing it from side to side as he rode through the pain that came as waves and waves of undulating pleasure, soaring through Elijah's body on wave after crashing wave.

Elijah's muscles tightened around that cock on instinct and he squeezed as he held his breath, but then relaxed and let Cain slip through, so his body could slowly begin to pound into Elijah's own. Curses bubbled up and forced their way out of the original's lips, breaking his couth vows. He lifted his legs and rolled his hips into Cain's cock as he was fucked, doing his best to meet the other's body to try and give as much pleasure as he was giving-- he wasn't quite sure it was possible, because of the unyielding ecstasy that was pummeling his body over and over with every hit of his prostate.

"Fuck. Cain. You're so good." He moaned out, and tried to pull him down into an awkward kiss, wanting and needing some part of the other man closer to him as they had sex. It was all beginning to become so much with Cain inside him like this. The feeling of being one, of all the insane pleasure coming from the other man with Elijah so utterly free-- it took a lot, but the vampire couldn't take anything back, he could only give, and give and give as he came closer to that perfect culmination.

[sonofadam]

By all that was holy and many that was not, Elijah's channel was tight. It might possibly have been the tightest Cain ever experienced around his engorged shaft, squeezing him like a heart attack, if heart attacks felt like warm welcoming vices that held on and refuse to let go. It took real effort to push in all the way in one glide, and he had to hold his position for both of them to mutually adjust to this new position.

This sort of gripping pleasure had nothing to compare with because nothing could. Cain was as breathless as the vampire as he rested his length inside of, joined together as one at the hip and pressing tightly up against Elijah's magical bundle of nerves. Cain suspected not only no one ever filled Elijah like that, but that the Original had never had his prostate stimulated that way either.

"And you're so tight," he responded, almost wishing he wasn't carrying Elijah's legs so he could push forward and wrap his lips around the vampire's in another encompassing kiss. Cain hadn't kissed someone so many times before in one day, yet here he couldn't stop doing it. There was something attractive with the vampire's lips, the way they seared through him to his very core in a burning passion that had nothing to do with temperatures. Cain could feel how much Elijah wanted him, trusted him, and it was a heady feeling of belonging that the immortal felt so little of in his life.

No, this was definitely not a simple infatuation, because Cain's for the vampire wasn't either, and now he understood what an insult it was that he had called Elijah's that.

He started them off with small rocking motions of his hips, just little sways of gyrating movements to help loosen their positions and give the Original some internal carnal massage. It escalated when he felt a little more give with each flex of his hips, and he began to draw back, no more than an inch or so and pushed back in, just to test how much give he had. All the while his hands kept moving, over Elijah's legs, his inner thighs, but not yet around his cock. Cain continued giving Elijah new sensations inside and out, but he didn't want to overwhelm him... not yet.

[emikaelson]

Why did Elijah have to hold onto everything so tightly all the time, all his decorum, his fashion, his emotions, the walls that guarded every secret in that long white hallway. There was so little time for the vampire to actually let go and release anything, that this experience was far more mesmerizing and insanely important than anything he'd done in ages. It was freeing in ways that the immortal could never understand. Emotions so tightly ground into his psyche clawed their way to the surface and exploded into this experience marking it with negative and positive-- but it didn't matter because what Cain was doing.

Cain touched Elijah with the expertise of someone who knew the original, who could pluck one string and make him sing for hours. His body was an open door right now and there was nothing that Elijah wouldn't give the immortal. The vampire allowed the other man entrance where no other had been, and allowed Cain to offer pleasure like no person had ever given it before. He had Elijah's body in twitching and shaking spasms here and there, making him moan. Gods did he want to beg too. He wanted to beg for Cain to touch his cock, to take it in his hand and squeeze it, to fuck it with his hand as his body was being fucked so graciously.

Never had Elijah knew that anything could feel this good. Never did he know that giving up a part of himself like this could be so amazing. He knew that he couldn't ever let go of Cain again after this. Cain had this part of Elijah now, and no one else would ever have it again. Not this first piece, and once it was gone, it couldn't be returned. This freedom was only found in the one person he trusted to hold it. Cain. Hips jarred themselves back and were determined to give as good as they got, enjoying the decadent flaying of his prostate with every slip of Cain's cock. Fuck it was mindblowing.

[sonofadam]

Cain had never had sex with someone who had more knowledge than a lifetime to draw from, with accumulated tricks and abilities of how to pleasure the human body even better than the most experienced whores of Babylon did. He received that experience once the first time he had sex with Elijah that had haunted him these weeks past, and even with their roles reversed and places switched, even with the vampire never having taken another man like this before as a virgin, the experience was no less intense than it had been that first time.

The immortal began to demonstrate extra care, draw out the thrusts, exploring as much as pleasuring. Each stroke and touch and caress were like Elijah was the most precious of things, and it had nothing to do with thinking the vampire was fragile glass and everything in that the immortal wanted this to last. As long as possible, the two of them held together in the Original's bed. This sensation of feeling alive went beyond sex, but was like a bond of existence, of two connecting immortals that was found because of the sex. This rawest and most natural form of union allowed a spark of Elijah's vibrant life to light up the dead soul within Cain. Just a flash of light, temporary like a sudden firework, but just as beautiful and sweet.

Cain didn't want that to go away, that feeling of interest, meaning, a momentary explosion that shook up a tomb sealed for centuries. He wanted it to last forever. The fucking slowed for a second, nearly pausing, until a noise from Elijah, a sound, brought him back and he moved again.

That was when he knew, something like that couldn't last, could never be grasped. It could be enjoyed only for the sweet moment of short-lived delight that dazzled the senses, returning the world to darkness after the show was done, that was all it was. Cain's fucking picked up, each thrust driving the Original into the bed, not cruel, but hard and fast, to give it the most brilliant show for the short amount of time it lasted. There was nothing else he could do.

[emikaelson]

In that singular eternity of a stroke Elijah understood what it was to want something to never end, and yet -- he wanted the hope that it would end and he'd always have this to come back to any time he wanted to. There was such a dichotomy torn up within the vampire's psyche in that one long stroke of Cain's body, that Elijah felt his heart break and meld itself again thrice over. He was truly no longer of himself, but a part of another person. This man who split through his body now was a part of him in a way that no other would ever be.

Even when Cain resumed his pace and it seemed like the world turned on its end, when Elijah thought he never knew pleasure before this, when all was at an end and beginning at once, fire and ice, water and lightning, Elijah could feel them all come together as he grew closer and closer to that perfect culmination of all moments. His moans went from being trapped in his chest to freely flying from his lips, gathering on the wind and calling out to the man above him to keep going, to fuck him harder and faster, right there, and oh god.

The Great Wall that had been the political border wrapped around his mind and heart for so long had finally come crashing down, and there was only one person there to shuffle through the rummage--- and he was doing it with his body, over and over, splitting the wreckage in half. How would Elijah ever find the pieces again if Cain ever left him. His legs tightened their hold, and his hands gripped tighter as he called out to the sky.. "Fuck, yes, I'm comming, I'm comming for you. Now..." Hips bumped upward and his cock jerked as it sprayed white streams of come all over the place, it felt like it'd never stop, not as long as Cain kept banging into him, inside him, over and over. Elijah's body still came, an abundance of white, over stomachs and legs, between thighs and dripping downward. He cried until the pleasure was spent and he fell back to the bed.

[sonofadam]

For someone who had never been in this position for their coupling, Elijah was behaving rather well. More than well, but fantastically, squeezing and holding onto him with his body, cradling him inside and out as he held on tight with the desperation of a virgin but the experience of a man who had sex for hundreds of years. It was the impossible conundrum to make that firework of life explode so colorfully and beautifully, the colors of the glittering fire all blending together to form white.

Warm, white, that coated everything in a messy elaborate spray of pleasure, and Cain's own triggered seconds later, brought on by the convulsing body of the vampire beneath him. With a guttural wordless cry he came too, his climax ripping out of his body with the same explosive force as Elijah's own. Cain couldn't even form words if he wanted to, having been reduced to that primal intensity, the very words refused to form in his throat. Even after he filled his partner with his own abundance of pleasure, pumping it into that accepting body so hard that it came spilling back out, overflowing past the ring down their thighs to mix with Elijah's own fount of ecstasy and soak into the bed, Cain couldn't find the ability to speak.

He panted, voice feeling raw from his shout, possibly loud enough to be heard by anyone else in the building. Thankfully, hopefully, it was an empty shell at the moment, not that Cain really cared. What was the worse anyone could do to him really. "Uggnnn," he groaned moments later when he collapsed half onto Elijah and smearing cum all over each other with the action. But that too he couldn't bring himself to care at all. He felt emptied, in so many ways, physically, mentally, his soul as well, knowing that this explosion of short and elaborate fireworks was over, and taking with it the brief feeling of living that he felt in the minutes that had stretched during their performance. For two immortal beings, that was short, far far too short, and this emptying feeling he was left with felt even worse than before.

He did a piss poor job at taking care of anyone. That was nothing like what he had planned to do, he had lost control completely there, chased after the pleasure and flash bang of the moment rather than show properly what he promised this vampire.