That was the question, wasn't it. What did Elijah want. He wanted far more than Cain was willing to offer him. Elijah needed committment. He needed something substantial in lieu of the pain he endured for the other man. His heart was ripped open in a way he'd not allowed it to be in centuries. Maybe Cain had found and lost love. Maybe he didn't remember the name of his first wife, but Elijah didn't want to take that liberty.
With Cain, Elijah realized they could have something beyond normal. It could last. It had torn from him the long and hard fought bricked up wall around his heart, and even the year he'd spent gone rebuilding that brick wall, could not prepare him for this. The original heaved and panted. He bit his lip until it bled, watching those blue eyes burn holes right back into that soul he'd tried to restore.
"Fuck you. I gave you a glimpse of my love. That's the spark you found. My love. That's what it was, and that's why you felt. It was love, Cain and you thought you could merely go off and find my love elsewhere. You thought it a prize to be won by any other person. You treated me so callously after something I gave you at such a great price to myself. So sorry if I inconvenienced you by trying to piece myself back together after you fucked me over."
The brush to his cheek caught him off guard, and the Original held his breath. He too trembled beneath this tenderness. What was Cain playing at. Then their mouths met with heat again, and Elijah ran his hands over the carved muscled planes of muscles and sternum of Cain's chest and he feathered his fingers over his stomach, and then sought the buttons below, flipping them open and yanking down a zipper. Elijah knew very well what was going to happen here, no matter how much he may deny it. He wanted as he was wanted, and there was no denying the pain it was going to cause to him later. He would take it as it came, but for now he needed.
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Date: 2023-07-23 07:06 pm (UTC)With Cain, Elijah realized they could have something beyond normal. It could last. It had torn from him the long and hard fought bricked up wall around his heart, and even the year he'd spent gone rebuilding that brick wall, could not prepare him for this. The original heaved and panted. He bit his lip until it bled, watching those blue eyes burn holes right back into that soul he'd tried to restore.
"Fuck you. I gave you a glimpse of my love. That's the spark you found. My love. That's what it was, and that's why you felt. It was love, Cain and you thought you could merely go off and find my love elsewhere. You thought it a prize to be won by any other person. You treated me so callously after something I gave you at such a great price to myself. So sorry if I inconvenienced you by trying to piece myself back together after you fucked me over."
The brush to his cheek caught him off guard, and the Original held his breath. He too trembled beneath this tenderness. What was Cain playing at. Then their mouths met with heat again, and Elijah ran his hands over the carved muscled planes of muscles and sternum of Cain's chest and he feathered his fingers over his stomach, and then sought the buttons below, flipping them open and yanking down a zipper. Elijah knew very well what was going to happen here, no matter how much he may deny it. He wanted as he was wanted, and there was no denying the pain it was going to cause to him later. He would take it as it came, but for now he needed.