Hold me like you'll never let me go

[sonofadam]

Cain threw the vampire against the wall, a low growl rumbling from the depths of his throat as he took matters into his own hands. He knew the immortal creature could break free if he so wished, hell Elijah could snap every bone in Cain's body instead of letting himself be thrown around, but the ageless human didn't think he would. In fact, he would bet his immortality on it that the vampire would not raise a ha against him.

Even though he hadn't seen him for a year.

"Where were you?" He demanded, still growling as he slammed Elijah against the vertical brick surface again, his fists crumpling the immaculate lapels of the vampire's suit jacket where he had yet to let go of the other man.

"I have not seen you for a year, a full year!"

He thought the vampire had given up on him. Left without a word. And Cain thought he didn't care either, that his heart had frozen over from caring thousands of years ago, but somehow this impossible vampire managed to reawaken more than a spark. What he thought were mere fireworks in the dark had completely ignited his desires and passions, and made Cain yearn as the empty months passed by.

Then how dare Elijah just appear again, looking as if nothing had happened and it wasn't a year later after he had disappeared without a word of good bye.

Not that he was giving Elijah a chance to explain now as he meshed his lips hard against the vampire's lips and forced him into a kiss whether he was going to accept it or not.

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[emikaelson]

The desperation was something that Elijah had never accounted for, not from Cain, not from the man that had seemed so wholly unaffected by their bath the last night they'd been together. Elijah knew he'd felt what Cain had pushed out. The vampire had senses beyond the norm and while that didn't include the power of mind reading completely, it did include a tie with those he'd shared blood and flesh with. He'd given Cain his blood, and had supped on Cain's. There was a tie between them.

Indifference beyond that spark, Elijah knew it-- but that was not what he felt now. There was hot, fueled barely untapped rage at the Original for being gone a year. Surely this wasn't because Cain couldn't find a spark, a simple little tap of life. Using Elijah wasn't nearly that important that he'd throw him against a door and through it by their lips.

There was curiosity to say the least coming from Elijah, along with a natural boil of heat that curled in his stomach. He wanted this, had always wanted from Cain. The desire had been bricked up behind a great doorway in his mind, but those lips, the way they erred them together, tongues clashing and fighting for dominance, fighting because they could ripped slowly away at his carefully resurrected wall.

"You tore me down, and turned me into a fool for you. Do you think I care about a damn spark? I am an Original, I don't put myself across a desk for anyone, but you... you have no idea what it was like to feel your callous nature, to know I was only a tool. That anyone who could provide that spark for you... that anyone would do.." Elijah fought back, his words losing spite as his back hit the desk.

"The door, you idiot. Open the door. I have a bed." There was a small bed off his office, next to a neat bathroom so that he could easily nap or do whatever it was he wished to from his office rather than taking the time to wander back to his full suite of rooms. Not to mention, there were some that he didn't wish to take back to his intimate space. Cain had already been there, and left his memories scattered about. Elijah couldn't walk through his room without seeing all that they'd done together across every inch of his office, or his rooms. Always being reminded, another reason he'd left.

Taking Cain's shirt, he ran his hand down the man's rock hard chest, chiseled from stone before there was truly time. Fuck if it didn't still take his breath away. "Do you know what just that does to me, still?" He asked, eyes dark and focused.

[sonofadam]

"And I am the Original human!" Cain barked, voice thundering in the darkened room that remained unlit. There was no warm fireplace or burning lamps awaiting for them, but just the same cold deadness that Elijah had left this place in for a whole year.

There was something in that voice that was different, a command of hubris, a reminder to this incredibly young vampire to whom he was boasting his so called Original status with. It was a form of arrogance that had been missing all during their first meetings and their subsequent meetings, a missing piece that the spark Elijah had lit had illuminated for the soul-dead human.

Cain yanked Elijah up and dragged him as he marched into the attached bedroom by throwing the door open with a bang. He shoved Elijah through it and closed it behind him, uncaring who heard. Klaus was not in the building at the moment, hadn't for for a week now, and Cain had temporary free reign.

As a human he couldn't see Elijah very well in the darkness, unlike how the vampire likely had night vision who could, but Cain didn't need it as he shoved the so-glad Original onto the bed and moved forward to straddle the man. He pinned him between his knees as he towered over him, his eyes practically looking black in the shadows illuminated only by filtered moonlight.

Manhandling the vampire had left Cain heaving as he waited for his breath to calm down. He stared down at Elijah, finally back after a year's absence and daring to look completely unchanged. As if he could make a promise, leave him to live in the empty shadow of that leaving, only to return like nothing happened.

"Do you know what you did to me?" He asked in a pent up tone, echoing Elijah's unanswered question. "Do you know why I needed that spark? Why I need you now?" Like getting stabbed in the chest, Cain was bleeding, but it wasn't wet crimson that washed one Elijah, but desperation.

[emikaelson]

There was a show of brute strength that Elijah was not accustomed to allowing anyone to use on him-- anyone but his brother, Niklaus that was. He wouldn't even allow his younger siblings to dare show him this form of disrespect, but there was something different about Cain that Elijah didn't feel like challenging currently. Maybe it was the commanding tone of voice that he'd used when he shot down the vampire by reminding him of his station.

For all his power, all his wealth in life. There was no one that had more experience, no one who had experienced true death and life in all its faucets than Cain. It was humbling and true. Elijah was no one in comparison to Cain. He might be able to take blood, compel and use the man if he wished, but that was never Elijah's goal. He'd wanted something far greater and much deeper than that.

Falling into the bed, Elijah moved backward and watched as Cain towered over him. His breath was coming out in fits and starts. He wasn't fatigued, or worn out, but sexually aroused in a way he hadn't felt since that one night he allowed Cain to take his body that first time. The time he felt so used and the reason he'd left here in the first place. Bile still rose in the back of his throat, even if his hands betrayed him by moving up the human's chest. It was still as impeccable and perfect as he remembered.

"No, I did nothing. It was obvious. You wanted something from me, because I gave it to you. If you could have managed it somewhere else, then any other person would have done. I don't want to be used Cain. No matter how much I want you still. I can't handle that." He tried to turn his head, not to see the desperation in Cain's eyes. It wasn't for him, it was for that fucking spark. Who knew if Kol or Rebekah could have given it to him. There were plenty of other vampires out there willing to fuck someone as hot as Cain. Elijah's body grew hard beneath Cain's, no matter what he wanted. Time apart from reasoning and sex would do that when it was set upon by an alabaster god.

[sonofadam]

Cain didn't deny it. If it had been Klaus, or Kol, or any other one of them, he would have found an interest in them. But in the end, that wasn't it. He had not found that spark, in thousands of years, even before this so called eldest original vampire was even born, he had lost that spark and never felt it ignited.

Yet this vampire managed it.

"What, did you want a declaration of love, Elijah Mikaelson?" Cain growled, his own body growing hard where he was pressed against Elijah from the position he straddled him. He could feel the vampire's filling hardness as well, but ignored it at the moment as he towered domineering over the younger male.

"I've had love, felt it, many times over in a longer history than you can imagine. It's short, insubstantial, I can't even remember the face of the first woman I loved and married..." He trailed and looked go down at Elijah, his eyes burning brightly with a different sort of desperate passion. "What you 'gave' is more than that. Don't you see?"

He touched Elijah's face, the lightness of the brush off fingers at odds with how he had been throwing the vampire around up until now. His hand trembled where he cupped the Elijah's cheek before he was leaning down and crushing his lips against Elijah's lips once more like he was frantically searching for something within Elijah's very core.

[emikaelson]

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.

[sonofadam]

Cain's hands joined in Elijah in tearing open the rest of their clothes. Buttons may have flown, his or Elijah's, he wasn't sure and didn't care, and there was the sound of tearing fabric somewhere.

They would need to discuss this, but later, after they have sated this immediate need which existed and translated most easily into sexual desires even though he wasn't horny in any sense of the word. It was just a build up of tension that needed physical release, a tangible demonstration of the 'spark' that Cain mentioned when the two of them collided in that hallway. They met through sex, so sex was the easiest expression of their complicated feelings.

When Elijah became as hard and bared as Cain, the human looked down at the vampire displayed beneath in the shower of moonlight him and sucked in a breath. There was something ethereal here, a feeling of immortality that matched his own, and he felt the desires in his heart stir.

"Simple love wouldn't have made me want you the way it did..." He explained softly as his hands roamed over the pectoral muscles, thumbs pressing and flicking at the nipples highlighted by the soft moonlight before trailing his fingers down his sides to count the ribs. "If that was it... The one who left wouldn't have been you, but I, just to save us both the pain."

[emikaelson]

If the man wasn't horny and the spark only manifested itself through sex, then what other explanation was there beyond what Elijah had added to the way that they had come together that time when the vampire had let go of all control and given up every ounce of himself to the man who seemed to be able to shred the original's carefully laid plans to the wayside once more.

Statues erected for thousands of years that had stood through weather, war and famine fell in the face of what an Original knew as real love, and while Elijah had no idea what in this world or any other would posseses his soul to do what it had so carelessly and without forethought, it did. His being tore itself apart and rendered him useless to fight that which he'd so carefully guarded himself completely from since his inception as a vampire. He'd never loved so wholly as he did now.

Even his time away hadn't carved it from his heart. If it had, he wouldn't be heaving and naked, pressed tight up against this man he wanted to loathe with everything in him. He wanted to press away, instead his fingers dug themselves tight against Cain's ass, pulling him in tight so that they could rut like two animals in the throes of heat.

"There is nothing simple about the love of an Original. We feel every sense, including emotions in the extreme. It's multiplied to a degree that's impossible for any human to comprehend. Take my speed and apply that to all your emotions and then amplify that. Originals feel even more than regular vampires. You can leave if you wish. There will be pain, but it will be yours now."

It had been too long, and Elijah had no taste for waiting. He ran his teeth along Cain's neck and scratched the surface, licking where he opened the man up casually. It wasn't any deep cut to feed from, but he needed to taste, to begin the process of being with the man. He needed. Already his hand was moving around to run over the tips of their cocks, seeking precome so that he could lubricate them, and take them together in his hand. "Fuck." He hadn't touched anyone, not even himself in over a year.

"Why. Fuck. Why. " He hated that this was how he felt, but he couldn't let it go. He moved his mouth back to Cain's and began to sink his emotions into the next kiss, pouring every heated thought and demanding in return that which he desired with every stroke of his hand and tongue between them.

[sonofadam]

Honestly, Cain didn't know.

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.

[emikaelson]

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."

[sonofadam]

Cain hadn't seen this coming either, definitely not so much that he would end up with a premature ejaculation from their foreplay alone.

But that wasn't the point, because that didn't spark anything. It wasn't why he threw Elijah up against a wall in the first place and if anything, this allowed him to think clearer of why he did.

He growled, not from the vampire's caustic comments or even the strong reaction and retreat, but because the vampire still didn't understand. Getting up, Cain went after Elijah in the bathroom. Even small the place was still spacious and would comfortably fit several, yet it suddenly felt like it was too tiny to contain them both once Cain came to stand behind Elijah. He looked at him in the mirror, his gaze no less intense as before despite how the burning desire of sex was temporarily banked. They were both naked as the day they came into the world, but neither seemed uncomfortable from it.

"No," Cain said when Elijah turned to find himself face to face with the human. "I told you that, this wasn't about sex. I don't know what it was. Because you left before I could find out."

A new sort of desperation entered Cain's expression, a pained one, one that creased his brows and softened the angry demanding set of his features to one of pleading. "I want to find out. I need you, Elijah."

[emikaelson]

There was so much here that Elijah didn't know how to unfold. He desperately needed to be taken and fucked, he needed to have his world turned upside down again to know that he was desired in the way that he'd felt from Cain before-- or at least thought he had. It was a part of his-- what did they call them these days-- love languages. Fuck. He was a very physical person and always would be. Talking was fine, and sharing his heart's desire for nine million years over a brandy was lovely and all, but it would do nothing to like a fire in him like someone really being a part of him, showing him how much they loved him.

He didn't know how else to explain it. He didn't want it from Cain though-- because it was obvious that while Cain needed Elijah, it wasn't sexually and it wasn't for love. It was for this damned spark. Whatever caused it or brought it about, who knew. Elijah would like to think it was because he was willing to do what it was to keep Cain near him when he thought the other man loved him, or at least felt a modicum of what he felt, until that fated day in the hottub.

Now sitting there in the bathroom, looking face to face with him, Elijah didn't know what to do. He was rarely, if ever faced with a situation like that. He always knew his mind and kept it rather stubbornly. Currently, he felt very split over this subject. "I'm glad you need me, but you don't know how you need me, or exactly what you need from me." Elijah moved past Cain and down the hall toward his suite of rooms. He could care less about his state of dress. When he found his room, he lay in his bed and called up some porn on the TV, and laid down in his bed to begin to jack off to it. There was no reason to leave himself as hard as he was, and end up in pain when it could be easily fixed. Although he cursed Cain for putting him in this position.

[sonofadam]

The fuck?

Cain wanted to understand, expected that they wouldn't actually get to talking it out until later because clearly, Elijah still had a steel bar attached between his legs, but the human didn't expect the vampire to just walk out. True, Cain came under stimulation, but the man just walked out and walked away was something the human couldn't wrap his mind around.

So he was a step late in following after, a frustrated growl that turned into disbelief when he found the vampire in his room with the TV on.

"You're watching fucking porn?!"

He came to standstill in front of the bed, a naked wall of perfect muscles, and blocked the line of sight to the ridiculous fucking on the TV behind him. The bad music and moaning gasps could be heard though, which just sounded cheap at the moment.

He got onto the mattress at the end of the bed, muscled thighs straining as he knelt just before Elijah's outstretched legs. He settled back on his heels and further blocked his view until only Cain was the only vision he could concentrate on. Trapping him. "You didn't let me finish."

[emikaelson]

"How else am I supposed to finish." Elijah closed his eyes to the man who still occupied his field of vision. "You obviously aren't going to be fucking me anytime soon." Elijah bit his lip and did his best to cut off his emotions. There was no way he could ever do it completely. That was only for the very newly turned. He could wall himself off and pretend that they weren't there for short periods of time, but he was far too old to not experience them completely.

The old were masters of manipulation, and what they always self-proclaimed as shutting them off, was merely placing up a facade and living the way the monster inside them wished them to live, giving into every desire that flipped that basic switch inside them. Eat, fuck, drink and be merry no matter who or what got hurt or dead. Elijah couldn't even do that any longer. He could only pretend to be cold and a wall of nonchalance, when he was nothing of the sort. He felt everything every bit if not stronger than everyone else around him.

He hated his brother for taking on this particular slave that was giving him so much trouble. "What were you planning on finishing anyways. Breaking my heart again? Don't bother. I don't have one any longer." Elijah brought his fingers up and over the tip of his wilting cock, and tried to bring it back to life to show that he didn't care what he was saying.

[sonofadam]

"You're a piece of work, you know that?" Came the answer of a disgruntled human.

Yet a moment later, Elijah would feel his hands slapped away and a pair of warm lips replacing them over the bulb of his drooping dick head. Cain had leaned over and was taking the vampire into his mouth, only the head at first, a bit of licking around the sensitive mushroom, a slight bit of teasing along the slit. It wasn't until he had fully stroked it back to a full erection that he lowered himself further and sucked with his mouth.

The world's oldest human didn't lack any experience with sex, and that it would seem including giving head. But he was clearly rusty with the activity and needed to work himself up slowly, especially how this was not the most easy or comfortable position for him to be doing this in. After he got used to sucking him and went up and down a few times with Elijah in his mouth, he started to go lower. That took a few times as he fought his gag reflex before he managed to get past that and swallowed him completely to massage him with his throat. He could feel Elijah's balls press against his chin as he began to work him by swallowing instead.

[emikaelson]

"Likewise.." Was the only response that Elijah knew how to respond with. This was not how he wanted any part of this evening to go. He was angry, riled up and needed someway to release that beyond having his cock sucked. It took every part of his willpower to even let Cain start the entire process. There was a split second where Elijah considered pulling him off and denying him this, denying them both this, but Elijah relented and closed his eyes.

He shivered and gave in, digging his fingers into Cain's hair. "Move around so you can at least have a better position. Lay down here, next to my legs." Tapping the bed beside him, Elijah tried to help navigate Cain around so that he had a better angle for taking him so deeply and enjoying him completely like this. With Cain mostly on his stomach and pressed up a little he could take all of Elijah in the way he rested.

Heaving breaths began to follow when the first human regained his ability to work Elijah with his throat, catching the tip with the very back. Elijah thrust up gently at first, banging the back of Cain's throat with barely any force at all. There was still plenty of time for the other man to catch his breath through his nose with each dip of his head. Moaning, Elijah tightened his fingers and moistened his lips.

"That's it. Yes, fuck, that feels so good. Mmn. Keep going, don't stop."

[sonofadam]

With the new position, Cain did believe it was easier, but now with his mouth temporarily off the cock, he did have the air to say briefly, "Turn that disgusting thing off."

Because sucking the vampire off was one thing, sucking it off to bad porn in the background just cheapened everything. Although he was doing this voluntarily, it still made feel worthless and meaningless.

But whether Elijah did so or not, he dove back into it, swallowing Elijah in one go easier and began to go down on the vampire with his mouth and throat. Up until now the vampire was passive, but then he started the gentle thrust. The first caught Cain off guard a bit but he quickly relaxed and caught up with the new program, readjusting his breathing so the vampire could fuck up into his mouth and throat instead. It was half the effort taken out of his hands and he worked on swallowing around him and bringing him off that way instead.

[emikaelson]

It was two men mutually enjoying one another and Elijah didn't really mind the noise of them grunting and moaning through it in the back, at least someone was getting fucked. Still, if it offended Cain so much, he decided to flip it off for the sake of his own blow job. Elijah didn't actually watch bad porn. He watched what he considered moderately decent porn for the fact it was porn at all.

The vampire would not lower himself to the super fake stuff. He wouldn't. It didn't matter though, not with his fingers tied up in Cain's hair and his body pushing at Cain's lips. He could feel the small build in his lower abdomen and further down. It knotted him tightly and he groaned jamming himself deep into the other's mouth before losing it. It wasn't a grand orgasm, but it was one and Elijah dropped back, releasing Cain's hair.

He settled back against the bed and breathed out some of his pent up energy, but not nearly all of it was spent. There was still a part of him that was half-hard, as he tried to clean it off with a nearby tissue. "Thanks for that. You didn't have to, you know." Elijah tried not to say anything bitter this time. He was frustrated at himself and there wasn't really a reason to take it out so hard on Cain. It was only Elijah's own stupid fault for letting himself get drawn back in.

[sonofadam]

Porn, in general, was rather crass to Cain. He understood sex was a business, the oldest one since civilization had been found really, but if he was going to indulge in it, he would prefer the real thing.

He swallowed Elijah when the vampire came. It was a fact of sex, it wasn't something he lingered over, and when he was released, he pulled back and settled in the bed beside Elijah regardless if he was invited to stay or not. "No, but don't say you didn't enjoy it." Cain might be rusty at giving blowjobs, but he gave good ones when he put his mind to it.

"I... I wanted to talk. I shouldn't have attacked you when you came in like that, I lost control when I saw you."

What he really wanted was for Elijah to be there. He wanted to give whatever it was a try. It was clear that he needed Elijah and missed him, and a year later, he hadn't forgotten him and moved on like any other humans he had tangled with in any way in the past. He wanted Elijah now, but it was a question if the vampire still wanted him.

[emikaelson]

"I came, didn't I. That would typically preclude the fact that I enjoyed it." Elijah responded logically, and with rather little inflection in his tone. He moved from the bed and over to his dressing closet to procure one of his lavish robes. Sliding it over his shoulders, he saw no more reason for his nakedness and decided that he would show a slice of modesty granted they weren't really much of anything to one another currently.

"I'd have rather you either do what you had set about to do, or held your tongue completely. You already know how I feel on the matter. That is why I left. I don't know what more there is to discuss." Elijah moved back to his bed and sat on his side, taking a sip of the drink he'd poured on the way.

It may be markedly noted that he did not offer Cain one, even when his every sensibility told him to offer the other man a drink after what had just transpired between them. However, Elijah was far too busy trying to erect his walls of indifference up between him and Cain. This wasn't going to happen easily. No matter what was going to happen, it was going to be difficult.

The vampire still wanted and needed Cain on every level, but he didn't dare show it because of what the human needed from the vampire wasn't love, wasn't sex. It was some inexplicable feeling that he happened to catch once while they had sex, and they couldn't even do that properly-- even after a year of being apart. Cain didn't even allow Elijah the opportunity to take him, when he could have. It was a bitter reminder of how little the other regarded one of the things that Elijah needed most in life. Sadly.

[sonofadam]

That sort of indifference was starting to piss the human off. He stayed naked as he was, his clothes weren't even in this room anyway, and sat up to watch while Elijah got himself clothed while moving about the room.

"Then why the fuck did you come back?" He demanded. The vampire left without a word for a year, and while Cain did not think that it was for him that the vampire returned, he also noted that he hadn't been beheaded, or gotten his heart ripped out, or any hundred other ways this could have turned out if Elijah wasn't interested in something. He hadn't been kicked out either, so there was that too. "And I don't know how you feel on the matter. You've been running for a year, and it looks like you're still running." He pointedly noticed that Elijah had practically jumped out of bed the moment he was free to do so.

"Look. I messed up, okay. I don't know what I want, but I know you're in the center of it, and I need you. Maybe it really is your love. Maybe it's the incredible sex, I don't know." His shoulders slumped though, that vague spark that he had been holding onto from a year ago sputtering when he finally realized there was no point in preserving it. "...and you're making it pretty clear right now that you don't care."

[emikaelson]

Trying to shove everything down and not feel a goddamn thing was impossibly hard when with every word Cain spoke and the way he spoke it, the human seemed to slice into Elijah, demanding him to feel, demanding him to care again so that he could speak his truth. Why on earth was this happening now. Elijah had taken his hiatus to wash his hands clean of Cain and he thought that a year would be enough time for the other to move on and for him to come back and be able to avoid him and pull himself back together and be with the always and forever he knew.

None of that was happening. The situation he'd left was worse. It was like his leaving only set fire to whatever it was that had happened between the two of them and continued to burn until marking a raging inferno by the time he made it back. What was Cain doing, and why was he doing this. Elijah heaved out a breath and knocked his drink across the wall.

"Damnit Cain. I came back because I had hoped,and figured that you would have forgotten all about me. You didn't seem to care all that much where you got your damned spark the way you sat cold and uncaring in the bath that day, unconcerned about how I felt. You all but pissed on my feelings. I couldn't stand it, it sliced through my skin and flayed it open, through the muscle into the very marrow of my being. So I left and prayed that you'd forgotten me, and that it was safe to come home to the only people who'd ever loved me the way I loved them, my siblings." Elijah got to his knees, fury flashing in his eyes as he moved to straddle Cain's legs.

He glared at the man who so defiantly stole Elijah's heart without a care in the world and now thought he had claim to the man because he needed that 'feeling' once more, not even knowing why, or caring why. "And now you still don't care. You still care only for this feeling, and the need for it. I'm only the source. My feelings aren't important, my needs aren't important. You don't understand, still. I'm an open bleeding wound because of you. You want to feel, and all I can do is feel, and far too much. I need you Cain, and I need you far too much, but not anything you know how, or really care to give me in return." Elijah ran splayed fingers over a chiseled chest, marking out the perfection he'd dreamed of night after night. He took his time crawling them through the simple soft layer of chest hair, and over collar bones.

Leaning forward, Elijah took the time to lick over Cain's collarbones and draw his hands up and down the first human's sides. It seemed to calm the anger in him to be able to enjoy this slow exploration and not have the hasty, pressing desperation navigating everything they wanted. It had been a while, and Elijah needed more. He needed tenderness, and someone to care for him to want him passionate, even as they needed him desperately.

[sonofadam]

Cain would have gotten up to go. There was clearly no point in staying in this room and he wasn't the type who resorted to begging. Maybe he would have if he thought there was any light at the end of that tunnel, something that would help return his brief burning moment of life, a colorful rainbow of living, instead of suffering through the motions in a shadowy facsimile of it. But Elijah made clear that he didn't want to help, thought that Cain's slow-to-crumble walls were an insult to his professed love, and hence put up his own damn walls in place.

The oldest human was tired. He was always tired, which was why that spark had been such an abnormal occurrence that he hadn't been ready to deal with.

By the time he processed it, it was already too late, Elijah was gone. So he tried to preserve that spark. He waited for the elder vampire, figuring, if he stayed by Niklaus, even if the unpredictable hybrid was worse than ever, eventually Elijah would show up again. All Cain needed was to see the vampire and he would have a chance to understand... but this encounter only made him feel more tired.

So he would have gotten off that bed and turned to go when the vampire finally stopped his god forsaken silence and chose to straddle him to the bed.

Well, that was a start.

Of what, Cain didn't know, but he stared up at Elijah, not even sure if what he felt at the moment was hope or anger or frustration, but it was something. "You say I don't know how you feel," he said softly as Elijah's hands explored his chest, caressing the ridges of his muscled form and the hard panes of his chest. "But can you imagine how it feels to have wanted nothing but death for ten thousand years... only for the first time to desire something else but not know what it is? I don't know what it is," he admitted, no longer angry or desperate like before, but simply helpless in his own unknowing. "But I know it's tied to you and I want to know."

[emikaelson]

How could Cain expect Elijah to have any semblance of what his life had been like. There were so many years between them, Elijah couldn't even grasp the sum total of years that Cain had been alive. It was one thing to have been living for over a thousand years, and another to have been wishing for death for ten times that. Elijah sighed and laid his forehead against Cain's perfectly rounded shoulder. The muscle definition was hewn together with expert precision and a brace made perfect in the knot between muscles.

"I feel too much, and you desire not to feel, or to feel but had lost the will to do it for too long. I don't know, Cain. I have no idea how you feel, as you have no idea how I do. We are two different beings, two different creatures with two different needs." He said with exasperation and quite a bit of exhaustion as well. Elijah was wistful, and had hoped that one day he might find that other person, that other half to his soul that might know the passion he equipped and might be able to return it.

Running his fingers in circles along Cain's hip bones, Elijah tipped his head and mouthed open kisses along the expanse of Cain's neck. He was still tethered to this man that his heart had claimed. The Original knew now that it was hopeless to escape. No matter how far he ran, or what he did, this would be his lot. "I love you still, and I will always. It is my truth." He returned his lips to Cain's and ran them across the other male's in a blush, a dry wisp of a kiss before applying pressure and working his way inward, diving into something that he knew he had to have, had to taste least he wither up and die without.

[sonofadam]

Their kiss deepened and it was tender this time. Deep and with a hint of desperation, but not the all-consuming infernos that had burned them both earlier. "I do want to feel..." Cain said softly when they broke apart, agreeing with what Elijah observed about his lack of the ability to desire. Maybe that was the spark he felt, the vampire's incredible passion and striving for love that Cain had been at a loss for until now.

"I want to try," Cain murmured again, glad that Elijah had finally stopped pushing him away. He meant it when said he needed the vampire, and maybe it was selfish to tie Elijah this way, but Cain was a selfish creature.

His fingers reached to trace over Elijah's chest, touching the strip of skin that his hanging robe revealed between the two sides. It traced down, his fingers framing the darkened nub as he caressed down with the nipple between them. "Let's help each other," he whispered as he caught Elijah's lips again and played his tongue along that lower lip until it accepted him for another searching kiss. Cain didn't beg, but that was what the kiss was now, begging for Elijah to accept.

[emikaelson]

Even hearing Cain admit that he wanted to feel set both a flame and pain alive in the vampire's heart. It was a duel edged sword to one who was almost certain that was what he wanted and how he felt would never be completely returned in kind. Perhaps Cain might come to feel a fraction of comfort in the Original's bed, but Elijah doubted that love was there for the first human. That spark was transcendental, something that was just beyond reach. Elijah believed that it had been felt, but that it was only a glimmer that would probably never be realized.

Maybe. Maybe Elijah would be the key to unlocking Cain's heart. He didn't know. He could hope, and they could try. What more did the vampire have to live for currently. So much had gone wrong. He sighed at Cain's touch, his body automatically shivering where Cain ran his finger in a concentric circle around the small nipple at the center of his light brown areola.

Opening his mouth back up to Cain, Elijah's tongue played slow and careful against Cain's, languidly stroking it back and forth as he sought to taste and savor every bit of flavor the other man had, like he'd never get to taste him again. Elijah caught the hint of begging and heeded it's call, answering one desperation with another. He ran his pale hands back around Cain's neck and into the short hairs at the base of his neck before they parted.

"I will help, as much as I can. I will give you myself in every manner speaking, and do what i promised to do previously. I will take everything you can offer me, and offer you everything in return. I give you my word this time. "

[sonofadam]

Maybe Cain didn't have those feelings today, maybe he won't even a year or two from now. But what about a decade, ten? The thing about them was they were immortals, true immortals, or as close as Cain had ever come to meeting one in his centuries and centuries of encounters. The only real obstacle between them was not time, but patience. Whether Elijah had the perseverance to wait for the elder human to catch up to him to where his heart lay.

"That's good," Cain murmured, relaxing when the vampire, the honorable one who didn't break his word, finally gave it. It wasn't that he didn't understand why Elijah had ran when the vampire laid it out so clearly, but Cain was selfish for wanting him to stay. So to hear Elijah was willing to bind himself with his word was reassuring even if it was unfair to the younger immortal.

"That's good," he repeated, gently moving forward to nip at Elijah's lips, doing so leisurely now that the desperation was assuaged and he didn't need to fear that this was ending with him being kicked out. "Thank you... It means a lot to me." He kissed Elijah again, pouring his gratefulness into their joining this time and letting him feel the vast degree of relief that his words brought to the immortal man. It was as if a new world opened up and Cain was now a ready explorer to venture into it with Elijah.

[emikaelson]

Pain still nipped at Elijah's heart, the pain of unrequited love and of having his very large ego taken out and beaten into submission. Elijah never had been the one to submit before. He had given into Cain the first time and fell in love. His submission tied them together in a way he hadn't imagined that it ever would and now once more he was falling to his needs in proverbial submission before this other immortal, offering up what was left of his heart on a platter.

It would be the end of him, the vampire was almost certain but he could do nothing more and nothing less. There was a choked sob that sat in the back of his throat as they kissed. Elijah poured out every ounce of himself into their exchange, sliding his tongue over and along Cain's, licking into the older male's mouth, biting and pulling at lips until he could taste the sweet bitter tang of blood. It didn't matter if it was his or Cain's, it was theirs and it mingled into this new bond, sealing them together in this new promise.

Fingers climbed up Cain's back and swirled around the knots of his thoracic spine, and downward until they were digging into the cleft of Cain's ass, gripping tightly as Elijah pulled them close together again. This time he wanted Cain. It didn't matter who took the other. All the Original knew was that he needed to be one, fully and completely. He wanted to taste and touch and be wholly and fully together in every way possible. This was far too important for something simple. This was a covenant drawn between them, and if they were to walk the pieces, then they were to do it with blood, come, and flesh or they wouldn't do it at all.