Tristan Dahler (emptyinside) wrote in lab_rinth, @ 2014-12-26 09:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week four, elijah whitaker, seth hart |
Enchanted Evening
Who: Elijah and Seth
When: Week Four: Thursday, December 25th, evening
Where: the Clan house
Summary: Together, alone.
Warnings/Rating: NSFW (duh)
It had been a perfect night thus far. Elijah and Seth had driven around town to see the snow-- very carefully; Elijah had no desire to wreck his car-- and had then had a meal in the dining room at the Clan house. He’d taken great pains for everything to look romantic and Christmasy, although of course Letha had a much better eye for decor than he’d ever have. He’d shown Seth around the place and now they’d returned to Elijah’s room, which consisted of a sitting room, bedroom and a bathroom. He was typically a very neat person anyway, but he’d been almost obsessive about neatening his quarters up. Now he lit a few candles, not even caring if that was cheesy. It was Christmas, it was snowy outside and he had one of his favorite people with him for the night. Elijah settled on the couch with Seth, sitting closer than might be strictly polite. By now he didn’t feel like he needed to use company manners with Seth, anyway. The couch was situated at an angle to the window, and they were in a perfect spot to watch the white night outside. “It’s fantastic, isn’t it?” he asked softly, one hand lifting just behind Seth’s head to stroke fingers through his dark hair. This day had been pretty much perfect. Seth had done the obligatory family stuff, of course, but he had been looking forward to spending time with Elijah since he woke up that morning. He couldn't remember the last time he spent a Christmas in the company of someone who wasn't a blood relative, let alone someone like Elijah. Now that they were on the couch together, Seth was completely at ease. Considering last week had felt like spring time, it was both nice and surreal to watch snow falling outside. Of course the weather sort of took a backseat in his mind every time Elijah slid his fingers through Seth's hair. The touch of the vampire's fingertips sent warmth through his body and Seth wasn't eager for that to end anytime soon. "Definitely fantastic," Seth agreed. He hoped he was subtle enough as he moved his leg just enough to press his thigh against Elijah's. "I can't even tell you how nice this day has been. Christmas is usually... tense, maybe. Chaotic? I don't know. This has just been a really great day." Often Elijah had found Christmas to be a little bit lonely. The restaurant was closed, of course, and while sometimes he might find company with some of the other vamps in the house, usually he was alone. This was very different. Usually during the daytime he was restless and sometimes even annoyed at being trapped inside, but today he’d happily straightened his room and gotten everything ready for tonight, because he knew Seth would be here later. He relaxed his own thigh against Seth’s, his fingers still idly stroking at the base of Seth’s neck. “I’ve enjoyed tonight,” he murmured. “The holidays can be empty if you don’t have anyone to share them with.” He disagreed with the blatant commercialism of Christmas, felt that it should be for family and friends, so for him, tonight was just perfect. Seth looked over at Elijah, feeling guilty that he would even consider complaining about his family on the holidays. Elijah's family was long gone. He had the other vampires, yeah, but that wasn't the same, was it? And for the most part, past Christmases ended with Seth at home, alone, watching television and eating leftovers his mom sent with him. This was very different, and in a wonderful way. Before he could really think about it - if he thought too much, he tended to chicken out - Seth turned to press his lips against Elijah's. He couldn't really explain how nice it was to spend the day with someone he cared about, and who seemed to care about him too. The previous Christmas, Elijah had walked around after dark, occasionally gazing into a lighted window, walking to the outskirts of town and seeing how far he could go before he had to turn back. It had felt like forever, but in actuality it hadn’t been. He’d gotten nowhere fast, but it had been a way to get his mind off of his loneliness that night. This year he didn’t need any of that. He was taken aback for a few seconds when Seth kissed him, but he caught up quickly. His hand in Seth’s hair stilled, and he leaned in a little closer, trying to be careful with his fangs and not to go too deep, but it was hard to control himself. Especially when he nicked Seth’s tongue. The slight taste of blood made his whole body tense, and he pulled away just enough to mutter, “Should put my fang covers on.” Seth didn't even realize Elijah had nicked his tongue until he tasted the blood. Elijah pulled back and Seth sucked the blood instinctively before reaching for Elijah to keep him close. "In a minute," he murmured, aware that it was dangerous to kiss a vampire with fangs, but maybe that's why it was kind of exciting. It wasn't like he wanted a bunch of tiny cuts in his mouth, but he had a feeling the blood was part of the appeal for Elijah, wasn't it? He drew Elijah back and kissed him again. Cautiously, still, but hoping to show he wasn't afraid of Elijah's fangs. Seth didn’t seem to have any fear of the part of Elijah that was vampire. He didn’t want Seth to be afraid of him, not at all, but many of his experiences with humans had ended up with them being at least wary of him once they truly realized what being a vampire meant. It was something alien, something ordinary humans couldn’t truly understand no matter what the books and movies told them or what they thought they knew. The small taste of blood excited him intensely, made him want to accelerate things faster than he should, and he had to hold himself back. He eased into the second kiss, and the deliberate care that Seth took with it was nearly as arousing as the hint of blood he’d tasted. Seth knew there was a lot that he didn't know about vampires. About Elijah. But he wanted to learn. More than that, Seth didn't want Elijah feeling like he had to conceal parts of himself. Yes, the fang covers were necessary at times, but not all the time. Lifting his hand, Seth touched the back of Elijah's neck, his fingers smoothing over cool skin, pressing gently. He was still mindful of the fangs, but he deepened their kiss a touch, aware that Elijah would be able to taste the tiny pinprick of blood on Seth's tongue. Elijah’s tongue was tangling with Seth’s, and he could definitely taste the aura of blood that remained. At least he’d been a vampire for over a hundred years and was better able to contain himself than a newer vamp; he’d always had good strength of will, too. What he wasn’t able to contain was the passion that the kiss had accelerated. As they kissed with almost excruciating slowness thanks to the fangs, Elijah used his free hand to tug at Seth’s shirt until he was able to get underneath it, his fingers skimming over warm skin. He wanted to take Seth to bed right now, but he also didn’t want to move: an interesting conundrum. The slow burn intensity of the kiss had Seth aching for more, though he didn't want to rush this. Everything felt like it was moving at a perfect, torturous pace and Seth shivered when Elijah pulled at his shirt and then touched his bare skin. Elijah's hand was cool, but it felt amazing. Seth swiped his tongue along Elijah's and then pulled back to rest his forehead against Elijah's, needing to take a breath. His body was heating up quickly and he let his hands fall to Elijah's shirt, lower until he could slide his own hands up beneath the material. It felt only fair that he get to touch too, right? Sometimes it was a problem to remember that humans needed to breathe. Elijah felt bereft for a few seconds when Seth pulled his mouth away, but then he realized why. He kept his eyes closed, wanting to savor the pleasure he felt as a completely tactile experience as he rubbed at Seth’s back. To a vampire, human skin always felt so incredibly warm, and he couldn’t wait for the moment when they were both bare and he was pressed against it. Slower, he reminded himself. He loved the feel of Seth’s hands on him too, and he was torn as to what he wanted to do next. Rip his shirt off, kiss Seth again, urge him up and into bed? Indecisively, he lowered his face to Seth’s neck, breathing in and then licking the skin there and the thick vein that carried his blood, teasing himself. The need for oxygen was an unfortunate side effect of being human. At least it was when Seth just wanted to keep kissing Elijah. Touching him was almost as good, and he let his hands splay against the vampire's back, his fingertips pressing into cool skin. At that moment, he didn't care what happened. Whether they kissed for several more hours, or went right to bed. His entire body felt flushed, every nerve ending acutely aware of Elijah's hands. It was the best kind of torture. Seth released a soft breath when Elijah ducked his face down to his neck, and his body gave an involuntary shudder. Not that he was repulsed or anxious. It was anticipation. Even if those fangs didn't pierce his skin, Seth remembered the last time they had, and the feel of Elijah's tongue against his skin prompted a low moan in Seth's throat. He drew his hands higher, pulling Elijah's shirt up with the movement. Maybe getting him at least partly undressed was a good plan. Elijah desperately wanted to bite in, to rub his stubble against the pale white column of Seth’s neck until it was mildly abraded, until he’d left his mark. He restrained himself even though it was difficult; he never wanted to hurt Seth, and he knew he had to remember that he was much stronger than a human. When Seth began pushing his shirt up, Elijah pushed his body upward and lifted his arms so they could get it pulled off by collective effort. The air of the room was probably a touch chilly by human standards, but Elijah wasn’t usually bothered by cold. He had Seth to keep him warm even if he had been. He lowered himself down again for another careful kiss before lifting his head enough to breathe, “Shall we take this elsewhere?” By which he meant his bed, of course. Seth knew what he meant and his pulse seemed to quicken a touch. He ran his hands down Elijah's arms before he nodded, feeling breathless and eager. After a moment, Seth released Elijah to get to his feet. He could probably wait, but he didn't really want to, so Seth began to unbutton his own shirt with quick, nimble fingers. That way they would both be halfway naked before they got to Elijah's room. Of course, Seth's eyes were locked on Elijah and his body. He didn't want to stare but he couldn't help it. The guy was insanely gorgeous and Seth could feel his anticipation build, just thinking about having all of that solid weight on top of his body. Elijah had ideas. It had been so long since he’d had even a semi-regular companion in this sense that he still couldn’t grasp the fact that this was real. Seth seemed to like him enough that he wasn’t going to suddenly vanish, and what they had might last a while. Despite the fact that most people found him attractive, Elijah was surprisingly insecure. He got up so Seth could get up, feeling almost breathless as Seth started undressing himself. Elijah was watching as intently as Seth was, still fascinated with the other man. It was hard work to turn around enough to get to his bed, but luckily it wasn’t far. Once he’d reached it, he popped in his fang covers first and then began undoing his pants. Seth understood insecurity. He'd had boyfriends and girlfriends in the past, but he never felt terribly attractive himself. Semi-attractive, maybe. Not that it had been something to hinder him in life. Seth did what he liked to do, and romance was rarely his first priority. But Elijah seemed to like him, and want him, and Seth was learning it was better not to question it. It was better to enjoy it, because he had no idea how long it might last. As they got to Elijah's bed, Seth got rid of his shirt and watched Elijah slip his fang covers in. Then his gaze dropped to Elijah's pants and he forgot about undressing himself. Instead he stepped in and carefully batted Elijah's hands away, wanting to undo the vampire's pants himself. That was always something really sexy about undressing someone else. He got Elijah's pants open and slid his warm hands inside, running them over Elijah's hips. Elijah smirked when Seth took over the undressing part for him, then shivered as Seth’s hands caressed him. All Seth would have to do would be to push his briefs and pants down and he’d be completely naked, something that was seeming better and better with every second that passed. He reached for the fastenings on Seth’s pants and unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. As much as he wanted them down, it was so easy to be distracted, and he leaned in to capture Seth’s mouth now that he had his fang covers in. As he deepened the kiss he was also tugging at Seth’s clothing, working it down over his hips. The whole world seemed wrapped in silence; maybe it was the snow outside, turning everything cold and dark. Inside it was warm though, and he probably appreciated it even more than he would have otherwise. Once he pulled back to let Seth breathe, he murmured, “You want to do me this time?” Maybe Seth wasn’t into that, but Elijah wouldn’t find out unless he asked. Seth groaned softly into Elijah's mouth, appreciating the fang covers in that moment. He helped Elijah get the rest of his clothes off, and his skin chilled just for a few moments when he was finally bare. His hands roamed over Elijah's body, and his blood heated, warming him considerably. His pulse had quickened and Seth nearly moaned in disappointment when Elijah pulled away. But then he asked that question, and his cock twitched reactively. Opening his eyes, Seth studied Elijah briefly before his lips twitched. "You'd let me?" Some guys didn't like being topped, which Seth understood, but it also meant he didn't get a lot of chances to do it. But if Elijah was offering, he would be a complete idiot not to say yes. Elijah just smiled at Seth’s question, his gaze heating as he thought about it. He pulled the other man even closer, close enough that their bodies pressed together before answering, “Yes. I like it all.” And evidently Seth did too, if his body’s reaction was any kind of clue. When he was with someone he’d come to trust, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t be willing to try, and he knew he liked this, too. Even craved it sometimes. It was difficult to move from that spot, standing next to his bed, Seth’s warm skin like an inferno against his, but he did. After opening the drawer to his nightstand and taking out the lube, he pulled back the covers-- freshly changed sheets and all, since Elijah was persnickety about his bed-- and got in, holding out a hand to beckon Seth to join him. This was new territory for Seth, at least with Elijah, and maybe he was slightly nervous. But his arousal overwhelmed any thought of pulling back and he took Elijah's hand to slip into bed with him. Rather than go right for the lube, Seth scooted in close to Elijah and kissed him, his hand running down the man's body beneath the blankets. At this point Seth knew that Elijah liked to feel his body heat, and honestly, Seth was more than okay with that. Being pressed skin to skin was always an amazing experience, even when there was nothing sexual happening. Of course, right now, there was definitely something happening, and Seth was eager to smooth his hands over as much of Elijah as he could. Kissing was an amazing thing. Elijah had spent decades either going without it or having to be so incredibly careful because of the fangs. Only a few years ago had he found a dentist who was understanding of his situation and had been willing to make fang covers for him. It made all the difference. He could kiss someone intently and deeply, the way he was kissing Seth right now, and not have to concern himself about causing pain or driving himself into some sort of blood frenzy. His control was good, but that was usually at the back of his mind. Now it was easier to let that slip away and concentrate on the man he was kissing and touching and pressing close to. He slid one leg around Seth and kissed him harder, whetting his appetite for what was to come as his hands wandered over skin that felt toasty warm to him. It was becoming increasingly harder to keep things slow and light. Seth didn't want to rush this at all, but his body was becoming desperate for more. He knew that Elijah had to control parts of himself, namely vampiric parts, and he reminded himself of that everytime Seth felt himself wanting to push faster, or harder. Drawing out a particularly wonderful kiss, Seth pulled away to breathe and instead began to press his lips against Elijah's jaw, back to his earlobe. His hand rested on Elijah's hip before he dragged his fingers around to slowly stroke Elijah's cock. "How'd you want to be?" he asked, feeling his face burn at the question, but it was necessary to know what position they needed to be in. Elijah was ready for more, too. There was always the possibility of another round, sometime in the middle of the night, so why not give them what they both wanted now? He smiled when Seth asked him how he wanted it, finding the question endearing but not wanting to say so and risk making him self-conscious. He hesitated in answering, wanting to savor the slide of Seth’s fingers, but finally he murmured, “Like this.” He half turned until he was on his side with Seth behind him, pushing the covers down enough that they were both fully exposed. He bent one leg, opening himself up somewhat, and reached over for the lube to hand to the other man. Watching Elijah move, Seth licked his lips, his gaze moving over the man's form in appreciation. Because damn. His heart beat was a jackhammer in his chest and he moved closer to Elijah, his chest pressed against the man's back. Seth took the lube, trying to ignore the way his fingers trembled. It was silly to be nervous, but he didn't want to mess this up, or worse, be bad at it. Seth had done it this way before, but it was different with Elijah. He just wanted everything to be perfect when they were together, like that would somehow keep Elijah's interest in him. Seth had never been smooth, or charming. He couldn't smile at someone and get their blood hot the way Elijah could. He just wanted this to last. Licking his lips again, Seth leaned back enough to get himself lubed up, along with his fingers. With Elijah's leg bent, he was able to slip his fingers between the cheeks of his ass, slowly and carefully stretching him. Seth kept his eyes on Elijah, wanting to look for any sign that he was doing it wrong. Elijah wasn’t having any worries about Seth not being satisfactory. He was busy savoring the intensely warm feel of Seth’s skin pressed against his and the intimate touching. He could feel Seth’s gaze on him, and he tipped his head back to get a deep and thorough kiss. Soon enough he’d be taking his fang sheaths out and putting them on the night table, and he wanted to kiss while he could. As Seth’s fingers worked, Elijah got more and more excited, and he made a guttural sound into Seth’s mouth before disengaging to murmur, “Can’t wait to feel you inside me.” It had been so long since he’d had this, and somehow this felt better than the one or two night stands he’d occasionally indulged himself in before. Somehow Elijah tasted even better than usual. Maybe it was the excitement pumping through his body in that moment. Maybe because this was something he hadn't done in a long time, and he was doing it with Elijah. Whatever it was, Seth was hard, aching and more than ready. He nuzzled his nose against Elijah's before kissing him again, briefly this time as he needed to pull back enough to glance down between their bodies. He was slow guiding himself into Elijah's body, but already he was trembling, fighting back the urge to just thrust himself home. Releasing a soft breath, Seth returned his gaze to Elijah's face, wanting to see the pleasure there. This was indescribably perfect. The tension clothed in gentleness, the rising excitement they both felt, the tender way Seth was joining them. Elijah left his head tilted back so he could look at Seth, his eyes half-lidded, soft noises falling from his lips, the smallest of audible sounds. When Seth was finally buried deep, Elijah grazed a kiss over his jaw before turning his head, popping out his fang sheaths and reaching over with an unsteady hand to deposit them on the nightstand. Then he shifted against Seth, readjusting the press of their bodies together, arching his back slightly and pushing back against him to signal that he wanted more. The sounds Elijah made only served to get Seth's blood pumping harder, and he found himself amazed that he was reason for them. Gripping Elijah's hip, Seth pushed deeper, his eyelids growing heavier as the pleasure of being buried deep inside Elijah began to consume him. He took a deep breath and focused. Focused on how it felt, how Elijah felt pressed against him. Everything. Once he was sure he wouldn't go off right away, Seth began to move. He didn't thrust hard, or fast, but instead starting building a slow and steady rhythm, wanting to draw this out for as long as either of them could stand it. Seth began to pepper kisses along his shoulder, each one interrupted by a soft gasp escaping his lips. It was sweet, slow torture, and Elijah loved every second of it. Seth wouldn’t have hurt him even if he’d gone hard and fast, but this was better. Seth’s body hot behind his, his cock thick, hard and hot also; even his lips on Elijah’s shoulder felt fantastic. He reached back with one hand to touch, letting his fingers skim over Seth’s hip and then his thigh, tensing and then forcing himself to hold still and not rock back into Seth harder. He moaned softly, occasionally nicking his own lip with his fangs but barely noticing since the tiny wounds healed almost immediately. Seth was completely enthralled by the way Elijah moved his body against his. Everything about him was sexy and intoxicating, from the way he felt, to the pleasurable sounds he made. Seth's skin tingled pleasantly where Elijah touched him, and at his body's urging, Seth thrust a little more forcefully, though he didn't quicken his pace at all. Burying his face against Elijah's neck, Seth groaned, the sound muffled against cool, flawless skin. His nerve endings felt like they had been lit by a match, and his entire body was being engulfed by flames. He just didn't want this to end too soon, and Seth struggled to keep from rutting behind the vampire for release. It was always strange to Elijah to remember that he wasn’t really twenty five. At moments like this, when he felt completely alive and alert, he felt fully human and not a close-to-eternal creature. Maybe being a vampire wasn’t so bad, because if he hadn’t been, he never would have met Seth. He moaned more loudly as he got increasingly excited, his body tensing and then relaxing, writhing back against Seth. He’d reached the moment when all he could do was feel and react; despite enjoying the slowness of it, he wanted it to intensify. Blindly he groped for one of Seth’s hands and pulled it down around his middle. “Touch me,” he breathed, wanting to feel everything he could, amp his pleasure up even more. The louder Elijah got, the more confident Seth felt. The bolder he felt. Seth quickened his pace just a touch, panting softly when Elijah took his hand and pressed it against his body. His fingers pressed firmly into cool skin, and then his hand began to explore. Seth kept up the smooth rhythm, splaying his hand against Elijah's chest before moving it downward, over his abs and stomach. God, the guy was built like Adonis. It was such a cheesy, cliched thought, but it was so incredibly accurate. His fingers slid lower still, until he could brush them against Elijah's cock. The feel of him prompted a soft shiver through Seth, and he bit gently at Elijah's shoulder to stifle his moan. Seth’s warm hand seemed to leave a trail of fire along Elijah’s skin. It was like this every time for him, and he didn’t think it was only because Seth was human with a normal body temperature of 98.6. It was some delicate chemistry between the two of them that made it feel this way, something a touch beyond casual. The more intimate touch made Elijah writhe back against Seth, and he used his own hand to wrap Seth’s fist around him and guide his movements. He’d been torn between wanting this to last and wanting to come, and the second one was definitely winning out right now. His breath hitched in his chest as Elijah guided his fingers around his cock. He was trying to concentrate on keeping his rhythm as he pumped into Elijah from behind, but he also wanted to stroke Elijah to completion. Seth had never considered himself some kind of sex god, but he knew he could do this without screwing it up. Hopefully. "Feels so good," he murmured hoarsely, burying his face against Elijah's neck and nipping there gently with his teeth. His body instinctively began to thrust a little harder, fire licking up his spine as pleasure overtook him. He wanted to hold out for Elijah, but he had enough confidence in himself that he knew even if he came first, he would help Elijah get there soon after. Elijah was beyond words, and when Seth nipped at his neck, he breathed out a ragged moan and pushed back against the other man. He was lost in intense pleasure, at that flashpoint where his body was going to have what it demanded, no matter if he wanted to wait or make it last longer. Seth was doing what he wanted without him even having to ask: pushing harder, stroking faster, and it was perfect. Elijah reached for his free hand and pulled it up to his lips and then bit into his wrist, his body shuddering as blood filled his mouth. He came almost reflexively, the blissful sensations building on each other, his eyes closing tightly so he could concentrate on what he was feeling as opposed to any other sensory input. Seth supposed he should have been ready for the bite, but he had been too caught up in the pleasure coursing through him. That carnal desire that had him helpless to do anything but give into it. Hips thrusting, eyes clenched shut and moans growing in volume as they escaped his lips. But then there was the feel of sharp teeth sinking into his wrist and Seth jerked forward, caught by surprise in the best way imaginable. Before he could even register that it was happening, Seth pushed deep and found release. His body shuddered and Seth buried his face against Elijah's neck, a hoarse groan the only sound he could manage. This was the warmest Elijah ever felt: when he was with Seth like this. He considered himself fairly good with words, but there was really no way he could have described the feelings of contentment, bliss and the deep-down actual warmth that he couldn’t generate on his own. He pulled his fangs out of Seth’s skin when he felt Seth bury his face against him, gently licking the wound and then pressing his lips to it for a few moments before letting go of Seth’s arm so it could fall over him. He was always conscious of not taking too much, not wanting to hurt or deplete Seth in any way. He relaxed, not feeling any need to speak yet, just enjoying the closeness. Seth stayed pressed against Elijah, his eyes closed as his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. His body felt sated and content, and he barely felt it where Elijah had bitten him. It never really hurt. Seth usually always got a thrill from it, especially when they were having sex. It meant something to him that he could provide Elijah with something beyond just sex. Even if it was just blood, to Elijah, that was life, wasn't it? Something like that. Seth pressed his lips to Elijah's shoulder before carefully pulling away from his body. He couldn't remember having a better Christmas. This was one of the more perfect moments Elijah could remember and most definitely the best Christmas he’d had since he’d been alive and with his family. He settled himself back against Seth even after he’d withdrawn, wanting to be close and not caring about any potential messiness that should probably be cleaned up. Resting for a while sounded good, and then later they could talk more and potentially do other things more, too. He turned his head to kiss Seth and then relaxed again, pleased with everything. |