It couldn't have been sex because he has had plenty of wonderful sex, amazing gratifying sex that didn't even give an atom of fuel to light up that misery of his existence. Nor love, no faster how intense or complex it must be, a moment couldn't have compared to relationships that lasted half a century, thought to be everlasting at the time. Those only ended up only deepening his despair, never once had it given him even the hope of a light.
And vampires, even Original vampires, Elijah wasn't the first one to come around or made Cain realize that the existence of such creatures could alleviate his eternal loneliness into something that lasted longer than a handful of decades. What it did do was made him follow Klaus, almost willingly even though he will never know with his compulsion, but it was far from a spark of anything except tending to his boredom.
Only Elijah Mikaelson somehow ignited a spark, a firework, and made Cain remember him and yearn him, to miss him and want his return, enough that the eldest human would throw the vampire several times his strength and abilities against the nearest surface the moment he showed up.
But that was where rational thoughts ended because Elijah was grinding back into him, and their frotting cocks were grinding up another sort of passionate spark altogether. Cain's tip leaked, rubbing together wetly to mix with Elijah's into a musky dampness under the vampire's palm.
He groaned into the kiss, the sting of pain from his cut neck all but ignored as he fed on the high strung emotions of that kiss. It was desperation turned hot fiery passion, and it burned him alive as he thrust his hips down against Elijah's and buried his own hand into the man's perfect brown hair. He fucked into that hand that held them both, sliding up into those elegant long fingers and against the other steel hard length the same way as if it was some other orifice he was thrusting into.
"Fuck if I know... I want... I need you-- Fuck!"
His hand clenched in Elijah's hair and he came first, spilling into the vampire's hand and dripping through perfect fingers onto the other's skin.
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Date: 2023-07-26 07:45 am (UTC)It couldn't have been sex because he has had plenty of wonderful sex, amazing gratifying sex that didn't even give an atom of fuel to light up that misery of his existence. Nor love, no faster how intense or complex it must be, a moment couldn't have compared to relationships that lasted half a century, thought to be everlasting at the time. Those only ended up only deepening his despair, never once had it given him even the hope of a light.
And vampires, even Original vampires, Elijah wasn't the first one to come around or made Cain realize that the existence of such creatures could alleviate his eternal loneliness into something that lasted longer than a handful of decades. What it did do was made him follow Klaus, almost willingly even though he will never know with his compulsion, but it was far from a spark of anything except tending to his boredom.
Only Elijah Mikaelson somehow ignited a spark, a firework, and made Cain remember him and yearn him, to miss him and want his return, enough that the eldest human would throw the vampire several times his strength and abilities against the nearest surface the moment he showed up.
But that was where rational thoughts ended because Elijah was grinding back into him, and their frotting cocks were grinding up another sort of passionate spark altogether. Cain's tip leaked, rubbing together wetly to mix with Elijah's into a musky dampness under the vampire's palm.
He groaned into the kiss, the sting of pain from his cut neck all but ignored as he fed on the high strung emotions of that kiss. It was desperation turned hot fiery passion, and it burned him alive as he thrust his hips down against Elijah's and buried his own hand into the man's perfect brown hair. He fucked into that hand that held them both, sliding up into those elegant long fingers and against the other steel hard length the same way as if it was some other orifice he was thrusting into.
"Fuck if I know... I want... I need you-- Fuck!"
His hand clenched in Elijah's hair and he came first, spilling into the vampire's hand and dripping through perfect fingers onto the other's skin.