Overpowered (2/3)
Title: Overpowered
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon doesn't know why he likes this.
Rating: MA
Pairing: Elijah/Damon
Notes: So people kept saying there was chemistry between these two, so I gave that ship a sail. Dedicated to the lovely persephone_20
He's tied to the bed by the wrists - which really is absurd, he could break free at any moment, it's only plain white cotton. Expensive cotton, if Damon knows Elijah - and he does know Elijah - but cotton nonetheless. But the choice in material shows how confident Elijah is in Damon's... obedience.
A small, involuntary growl rumbles in the back of Damon's throat -the word makes him so angry he can feel his face shift. The veins make a brief appearance, but he manages to reign them in.
He agreed to this. Fuck, he basically asked for this, and this fact... this fact makes him think that Elijah is Compelling him. Just like he did with Katherine in the tomb, Elijah is compelling Damon to want to act like this. He must be, it's the only explanation to why he want this - to be tied to his own bed, waiting and wanting, like a slut. Thinking like a slut, talking - he cringes as he remembers his quietly muttered words from earlier, said in a rush of breath and cut off by a gasp - talking like a slut.
He feels his face shift again, and this time it doesn't change back. If anything, it gets worse as he watches Elijah, confident in his nakedness, standing at the foot of the bed watching his inner conflict with that goddamn smile-
And Damon can't take it. He can't just lay here like a fucking- a fucking- he doesn't know what - he can't think with Elijah just smiling at him like that, making him feel horny, and disgusting, and flushed all at the same time. With a growl he rips easily through his bindings and in a blur leaps from the bed. He doesn't know what he intends to do - leave or maybe attack - but it doesn't matter because in a split second he is taken by the throat and slammed against the wall.
He struggles and hates the way his blood boils, the way his skin sparks, and he tries to glare at Elijah who only peers at him calmly. "Get back in the bed." His breath ghosts over Damon's chin and throat. Damon breathes heavily through his nose and doesn't answer. The corner of Elijah's smirk twitches, threatening to become a real smile and a shiver runs down Damon's spine. The heat of Elijah's naked body overwhelms his own and his expensive, intoxicating scent surrounds him. Damon feels himself stir and he refuses to even glance down at his own cock but Elijah does it for him.
He stares and stares and Damon glares ahead, almost rebelliously, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock growing heavier as a result of Elijah's gaze. As if conducting a small test, Elijah applies a small amount of pressure to Damon's throat, and he tries not to show any emotion as his cock throbs and jumps. From the corner of his eye he can see Elijah's smirk take on a certain smugness and he wants to bite the smile off of his face. Bite at his chin, and throat, and suck at his lips-
Elijah steps closer and caresses the side of Damon's throat with his thumb. His warm breath sweeps across Damon's lips. "Get. Back. In the. Bed."
The sheets are cool against Damon's back and Elijah doesn't even bother to tie his wrists this time.
Part 3
Author: coquilleon
Summary: Damon doesn't know why he likes this.
Rating: MA
Pairing: Elijah/Damon
Notes: So people kept saying there was chemistry between these two, so I gave that ship a sail. Dedicated to the lovely persephone_20
He's tied to the bed by the wrists - which really is absurd, he could break free at any moment, it's only plain white cotton. Expensive cotton, if Damon knows Elijah - and he does know Elijah - but cotton nonetheless. But the choice in material shows how confident Elijah is in Damon's... obedience.
A small, involuntary growl rumbles in the back of Damon's throat -the word makes him so angry he can feel his face shift. The veins make a brief appearance, but he manages to reign them in.
He agreed to this. Fuck, he basically asked for this, and this fact... this fact makes him think that Elijah is Compelling him. Just like he did with Katherine in the tomb, Elijah is compelling Damon to want to act like this. He must be, it's the only explanation to why he want this - to be tied to his own bed, waiting and wanting, like a slut. Thinking like a slut, talking - he cringes as he remembers his quietly muttered words from earlier, said in a rush of breath and cut off by a gasp - talking like a slut.
He feels his face shift again, and this time it doesn't change back. If anything, it gets worse as he watches Elijah, confident in his nakedness, standing at the foot of the bed watching his inner conflict with that goddamn smile-
And Damon can't take it. He can't just lay here like a fucking- a fucking- he doesn't know what - he can't think with Elijah just smiling at him like that, making him feel horny, and disgusting, and flushed all at the same time. With a growl he rips easily through his bindings and in a blur leaps from the bed. He doesn't know what he intends to do - leave or maybe attack - but it doesn't matter because in a split second he is taken by the throat and slammed against the wall.
He struggles and hates the way his blood boils, the way his skin sparks, and he tries to glare at Elijah who only peers at him calmly. "Get back in the bed." His breath ghosts over Damon's chin and throat. Damon breathes heavily through his nose and doesn't answer. The corner of Elijah's smirk twitches, threatening to become a real smile and a shiver runs down Damon's spine. The heat of Elijah's naked body overwhelms his own and his expensive, intoxicating scent surrounds him. Damon feels himself stir and he refuses to even glance down at his own cock but Elijah does it for him.
He stares and stares and Damon glares ahead, almost rebelliously, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock growing heavier as a result of Elijah's gaze. As if conducting a small test, Elijah applies a small amount of pressure to Damon's throat, and he tries not to show any emotion as his cock throbs and jumps. From the corner of his eye he can see Elijah's smirk take on a certain smugness and he wants to bite the smile off of his face. Bite at his chin, and throat, and suck at his lips-
Elijah steps closer and caresses the side of Damon's throat with his thumb. His warm breath sweeps across Damon's lips. "Get. Back. In the. Bed."
The sheets are cool against Damon's back and Elijah doesn't even bother to tie his wrists this time.
Part 3