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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[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.

[emikaelson]

There was something in the way that Cain came, in the way he shouted and moaned as his body emptied itself into the Original that had Elijah stunned and reeling, feeling a brand new height of pleasure, one the likes he'd never felt before. He gripped and pulled at cain's side, pressing back so that Cain could fill him deep. That someone took such great pleasure in his body, filled him with a pride and a high he'd never known before. Elijah had always thought that being in charge, being on top was the point of most control-- but there was control here too. It was his body that brought Cain to the edge and shoved him over. It was the way that he moved that took him to the point of no return. Those sounds, that breath, those faces were all because of Elijah and he knew it, and it filled him with awe and another wave of ecstasy bowled him over, settling in the same moment Cain did.

The last thing that the vampire would have said was that the immortal had done a piss poor job-- Elijah thought that Cain had taken him with care and was exceptional at what he did. He reached up and cupped the sides of the other man's face and leaned up and kissed him thoroughly. "My gods that was amazing. You are amazing." Elijah said, less than eloquently, dropping back to the bed when he was finished with a huff of air.

"That was unlike anything I could have imagined. I had no idea it could be like that. Thank you for being the one to show me."

[sonofadam]

Cain had lost control, that was what had happened. He had lost control, gave in to the pleasures and flesh and feelings, a wonderment that there was anything beyond the unfeeling emptiness of his meaningless life, that he forgot he should have been showing a person who had never been fucked the wonders of being the bottom.

Yet Elijah seemed satisfied anyway, and as the feeling of satiation washed over them together, Cain melted into the kiss and returned it, letting the moment drag on as his body wallowed lazily in the pleasant afterglow of the moment. He couldn't explain it, something about being with Elijah here, like this, was so different from the other moments of meaningless sex he had experienced countless of times in his life.

"You're welcome," he said, more awkwardly that he'd like. Elijah had made him feel something, a spark, that even as Cain's lips locked with the vampire's, he couldn't understand what was it that he was feeling. There was that encompassing feeling that Elijah had shared with him earlier, but... that wasn't the same. Cain just knew he wanted to feel that spark again. "So, you'd do that again?"

With a sighing heave, he sat up. He should probably get going before Klaus caught him here. Cain didn't know what would happen, but he had been around Klaus long enough to know it wouldn't be pretty.

[emikaelson]

There was a spark there and it was completely unexpected, even if Elijah had been the one to trail Cain about, feeling that little something as he did. He didn't know if that feeling would be returned in any fashion whatsoever, and he didn't expect things to feel quite so intense during sex the way that they did. No, Elijah could have never imagine what being filled and taken like that could have felt like. It was like now that Cain had been inside of him-- that he had a part of him.

The vampire had always been taught that it felt like that for some people, but never thought he'd ever experience it given his preferences. He never thought to lose any part of himself to another, never thought to feel overwhelmed by anyone other than his brother, and that was complicated enough in its own right.

Elijah winced slightly at the sound of Cain's voice when he offered the necessary platitude of welcome, and then questioned him on if he'd do it again. The words of course wanted to tumble right out, but he bit them back and managed to wait a beat before speaking.

"I would do that again, but only with you." It was the absolute truth. Elijah found that he had no desire to do that sort of thing again with any other person aside from Cain, strange as it might sound. His hand had reached out to run down the other male's side when the immortal suddenly sat up.

"What? where are you going?" Elijah questioned when Cain began to leave. He didn't think about Klaus, didn't care about his brother right now. He didn't want to be left alone after sharing such an experience with someone, and couldn't fathom being left behind right after having sex like that.

[sonofadam]

Cain hadn't expected the honest sounding reply that this immortal vampire gave even though knowing that this man held undecipherable feelings for him was still a strange shock. Not so much that the vampire was mesmerized by him for some reason, but to be able to share and feel a fraction of that was strangely exhilarating. And here, again, Elijah was putting to voice to the devotion that he explained before.

Still, Cain couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, only partially in doubt and more from not understanding. "Only with me?" He had felt that encompassing feeling of... interest. But he still couldn't understand why him. Not to say the first son wasn't interesting, but Klaus didn't seem to find anything spectacular about him. Thoroughly believed he was beneath the vampire family if anything.

"And Klaus might be returning soon. I don't know about you, but I don't want to face your brother or his wrath if he doesn't find this amusing." Klaus' word was pretty much law in the household, and with Cain under his compulsion, or capable of being compelled at any second on the man's whim, he really was Cain's king.

Yet Cain didn't go yet, remaining seated on the bed as he looked over at Elijah still spread out beside him, his hand warm over his side. How long had it been since he slept with someone, stayed in someone else's bed, or simply laid with them even if he wasn't sleeping there? Or wanted to. Yet he did want to, and although he hesitated briefly, his hand reached out to rest on Elijah's thigh.

"I don't fancy needing to regrow another heart or head again if he doesn't simply break my neck."

[emikaelson]

"I don't know anyone else I'd be this kind of intimate with. Right now, there's no one else I want to be intimate with at all, really." Elijah thought about it. Hayley was off with Jackson and everyone else in his life had been such a disappointment-- everyone had been about using him, or using his family for one thing or another. People wanted power and prestige and Elijah was certainly a means of garnering that. Women also liked to play games, perhaps Cain would be less so inclined, at least Elijah hoped. He knew that his brother would play them if he found out, but that bridge would be crossed when it happened.

"I doubt Klaus will come looking for me in my private quarters when he returns, and there are other servants to meet his needs. He doesn't always have to use you. Stay. Don't go to him now. I won't allow him to hurt you for this." Elijah meant it too. There was no way that he'd allow Klaus to punish Cain for simply being intimate with Elijah. He would say that he forced the servant and not that they chose to be together.

It would be that simple. It was already made up in the Original's mind. He reached out and did his best to pull Cain toward him, wanting to hold him in his arms, to feel their bodies together-- needing to kiss the one who'd made him feel something he'd never found with another person before. He wanted to spend time tracing over this new body, and looking over the features of this man whose wisdom outnumbered that of anyone else on the planet.

[sonofadam]

Cain considered the words, the reassurances, the vampire speaking them in general. Slowly he laid back down, honestly preferring to stay as well if he took out the other Original from the equation. His only reason for leaving was knowing the trouble Klaus could be if his irrationality takes them both. Having seen how it affected Rebekah, he was not at all interested to be on the receiving end of it.

"Not to speak ill of your brother, but you know what an impossible man he is." Elijah had been with him far longer than Cain had, and Cain had been with him nearing a century.

Yet despite his words, Cain was turning in the bed so he could be facing Elijah. "You actually do not have a lot of servants running around. I'm certain you noticed, but not many have survived his tantrums." His own immortality was certainly the reason why he had survived it thus far.

"You know there is no allowing Klaus do anything. I'm not certain anyone is capable of stopping him if he is determined enough. It is a good thought though." As he said that, he reached out and lightly brushed at Elijah's hair while the other man peppered light admiring kisses upon him. It was so strange, having this man be here to do this, and Can absently wrapped a large around around his form to embrace him against his chest. Although knowing it made no real difference, he felt more at peace with Elijah against him.

"If I'm not to go anywhere, I'm going to stay the night. Do me a favor and don't let your brother drop me into an ocean while I'm asleep."

[emikaelson]

It was a balm to the Original's soul to feel the way the bed bent under the weight of the man next to him. Maybe he was still all but a stranger in so many ways, but it didn't matter. After what had just happened, the vampire wanted Cain to stay. He could care less about whatever troubles it had the probability of bringing to the surface, if any.

He smiled lightly at the mention of Klaus being difficult, and licked over his lips, still tasting the salt and copper from Cain's sweat and blood on his lips. "I know I haven't been home as much in recent times as others, and I don't know how many times you've suffered through watching my brother and I fight, but I can hold my own against him. He may bite me, but in the end we come to terms and he tends to bleed for me and heal me as well. We fight, but I'm as vicious as he is. I can handle his tantrums amazingly well."

Elijah did realize that Klaus tended towards killing help that displeased him, but there were some that were turned, and kept and others that were kept for their entire natural lives-- those that served the family well, and were under Elijah's protection. They may not have lived in the household, but then again, very few people lived under their roof. Elijah was fairly surprised that Klaus had allowed Cain in this close, honestly.

"No one allows me to do anything either. We are originals and all do things as we wish. If you and I wish to be together, then it will be. Klaus will get over it eventually, and he will not be taking you anywhere. I swear it to you." Elijah wrapped his arms around the other man, rather grateful that he'd decided to stay tonight. He laid his head upon Cain's chest and closed his eyes to the steady thudding within the cavity below. it would be so easy to let go and fall asleep.

Turning his head, he kissed the skin where his head lay, nuzzling against it softly. It wasn't something he could ever remember doing before-- taking comfort from another like this. Elijah was always the one offering the comfort, being the strong protective man with arms that held someone. He would have thought it impossible to relax, but it was so deceptively easy. It felt like the world couldn't reach in and grab them here. "Come, let's sleep. Tomorrow is a new day."