If it wasn't all that Elijah had to offer then there was no telling what Cain's spark was a derivative of. Elijah only had what he felt and the depth of his emotions for the man that was seeking him with such a desperation it startled him. He wanted to hate this first man who brought everything he sought to lose back to the surface. Elijah had worked daily to build these concrete walls, to mesh them tightly together so that the vulnerable heart that Cain had so easily exposed and nearly broken wouldn't come to that end.
Here they were again, face to face and Elijah was right back in that place. It was a dangerous game that Cain played. If he only knew how dangerous it could become. If Elijah were to truly break, he could become lost and that would be a disaster to the world at large. If the red door were to open and be left for him to rampage and run through the bleeding fields of his painful emotions, there would be little chance of anyone stopping him. Niklaus might be stronger in theory, but he was not wiser.
Now though, Elijah was awash with the moment, lost to Cain's desperation to find this spark. If Elijah could give it, he would if only to have Cain's hands and mouth on him. He moved back to seal their fates together with his teeth and tongue by fitting his mouth to Cain's. He had to taste, had to share all that he was dealing with. How could he not pour every painful ounce of himself into the mangling of their lips as they kissed. It grew messier as Cain's orgasm came upon him.
Elijah pulled back. "fuck. shit." He growled and pulled his hand away. Turning he flung the seed across the room. There was a small bathroom attached and he went there to wash his hands. This was not how he saw this going. "Feel better now?" Elijah turned back, still rock hard and yet not interested in continuing things considering Cain had gotten off before they got to the main attraction, which Elijah had deemed the whole point of any of this, and the way this happened only reminded him of why and how Cain truly wanted him. "Did you find your little spark? I hope I did well by you."
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Here they were again, face to face and Elijah was right back in that place. It was a dangerous game that Cain played. If he only knew how dangerous it could become. If Elijah were to truly break, he could become lost and that would be a disaster to the world at large. If the red door were to open and be left for him to rampage and run through the bleeding fields of his painful emotions, there would be little chance of anyone stopping him. Niklaus might be stronger in theory, but he was not wiser.
Now though, Elijah was awash with the moment, lost to Cain's desperation to find this spark. If Elijah could give it, he would if only to have Cain's hands and mouth on him. He moved back to seal their fates together with his teeth and tongue by fitting his mouth to Cain's. He had to taste, had to share all that he was dealing with. How could he not pour every painful ounce of himself into the mangling of their lips as they kissed. It grew messier as Cain's orgasm came upon him.
Elijah pulled back. "fuck. shit." He growled and pulled his hand away. Turning he flung the seed across the room. There was a small bathroom attached and he went there to wash his hands. This was not how he saw this going. "Feel better now?" Elijah turned back, still rock hard and yet not interested in continuing things considering Cain had gotten off before they got to the main attraction, which Elijah had deemed the whole point of any of this, and the way this happened only reminded him of why and how Cain truly wanted him. "Did you find your little spark? I hope I did well by you."