Pilot, Episode Three : Victory of the Rowan!
Warnings:I should've said this in the last entry, but oi, I already used up all the space on it. XD But this roleplay contains graphic(is it really that bad?) gay sex between two vampires with chemistry for each other pouring outta their ears. So yeah. I'm done. xD
Elijah shuddered heavily as he felt Pilot’s tongue sweep into his ear, the fingers through his hair piling up the sensation. The elder’s hands swept down Pilot’s body, from his brushing his long fingers down the exposed skin of his chest to his sensitive lower abdomen, almost devout in his attentions. His green eyes hooded slightly as he simultaneously bent to gently tease Pilot’s mouth, flicking his tongue lightly so that the other could just barely feel it against his lips and using one of his hands to gently tease Pilot’s entrance with his fingers, mainly for reaction.
The other hand copied Pilot’s motion as Elijah buried it in the youth’s dark curls, pressing harder into the initially gentle kiss as his lower fingers grew more persistent, a low growl-moan combination escaping from somewhere deep in the professor’s throat.
"Oh God," Pilot exhaled in a husky breath, the full length of his spine bowing in a sharp arc from the nape of his neck to his tail bone. His thighs loosened and fell away from Elijah's hips, parting upon impact with the silk sheets. A tremulous quake vibrated across the porcelain expanse of Pilot's skin, matching the rumbling purr that now slipped from his open mouth. He strove to get something more of the teasing kiss, trying to lift up his head to attain more of his professor's mouth but being detained by the copying fingers that were submersed in his hair and holding him still.
But thankfully, his silent plea was answered as the mouth pressed against his became more insistent and those delightfully questing fingers down below mirrored the intensity up north. With a heft of his hips and a petulant tug down where Pilot's free hand was currently clinging to his teacher's hip, Pilot silently entreated for yet more.
A pale hand groped on the nearby nightstand for a discreet container, and the professor paused only long enough to open it quickly and pour some of the slick, wet material onto his fingers. The container disappeared as the fingers reappeared, one of them sliding into Pilot’s entrance tantalizingly slow as Elijah worked at his own pants, sliding them completely off to reveal his lithe naked form. He then eased Pilot’s legs back over his shoulder as he added another finger, stretching the youth’s entrance as Elijah resisted the urge to buck his exposed hips into Pilot’s.
Elijah took his free hand and gently caressed Pilot’s chest as he added the third and final finger in preparation of hot, wild, passionate lovemaking, smiling with the aura of a predator and lover.
Pilot hissed between his clenched teeth, glaring up at Elijah albeit playfully. "You could've warmed it a little, that stuff's cold." Despite his scolding words, Pilot only managed to huff them out between sharp, panting inhales as the fingers stretched and moved around inside him. It was a tad uncomfortable, being bent so like this with his ass and legs in the air, but a few decisive wiggles and shiftings later Pilot reasoned he was as comfortable as he was going to get because it seemed likely that in a few short moments, he wouldn't have to worry about things as cold lubrication or the position being a bit iffy.
Or the fact that Pilot had never done this before. Oh well, he hadn't been a vampire before either. It was a time to try out all sorts of things. Among them the first time having an explicit affair with his teacher, though it wasn't as bad as if Elijah had been his high school student. In their case, it was more or less severely frowned upon rather than illegal, or so Pilot thought. As far as he knew, that was the extent of punishment for having 'sexual relations' with one's college professor.
“I could have warned you, but what fun would that have been?” Elijah growled, leaning down closer to Pilot so the younger vampire’s legs would be comfortably inclined to make their position a bit more comfortable. “I will warn you this will probably hurt, though, especially if this is your first time.” The tip of Elijah’s manhood was at Pilot’s entrance, curiously slick with the earlier lubricant (it was to his credit that he didn’t wince at the cold when he had put it on) and Elijah’s lips were kissing and sucking their way up Pilot’s pale neck.
I’m fucking my student. But my student is fucking hot. A fucking hot vampire, at that. I can’t have seriously been expected to resist for long, could I have?
Deep green eyes, partially covered with platinum blonde hair, brushed over most of Pilot’s exposed body.
Hell no.
As Elijah brushed his lips against Pilot’s tenderly, he slowly entered the youth, moaning low and quietly into the kiss as he felt Pilot around him, warm and tight and inviting. Despite the pleasure that nearly made him incoherent and threatened to drive him into a frenzy, he rocked his hips slowly in order to spare Pilot an extremely painful morning, night, whenever they woke up.
A rosy flush crept up Pilot's neck and cheeks at the sudden nearness of his teacher and the slight cramped and claustrophobic feeling he got at being bent so, but Pilot got over it. Because as he predicted, he had more important things to worry about. Twining his fingers together at the base of the other vampire's head, he gave some subtle and some not so subtle urges that his mouth should definitely meet again with Pilot's. Just to reaffirm their friendship, is all. Like how when Elijah hovered above him and took a long look at Pilot's body, the look-ee rounded his shoulders and fought the eternal war against gravity in order to get closer to his professor.
The moment where he was taken, at least at first, had Pilot's functions grinding to a painful standstill. His eyes screwed shut, mouth going tight and closed against the gentle brushes of Elijah's lips as his fingers tightened convulsively into the vampire's skin.
Elijah pressed his lips to Pilot’s again as he felt the clenching of his fists -- just like his turning, he remembered his first time as well, and was determined to make it a pleasant affair for the both of them. Elijah was extremely careful as he moved in and out of Pilot, not breaking the kiss, parting Pilot’s lips with his tongue softly and kissing him with surprising passion for a member of the undead. He had noticed the color that had tinted Pilot’s cheeks, and smiled into the kiss.
One hand rested on Pilot’s shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze as he ignored the pain of Pilot’s hand in favor of more pleasurable sensations elsewhere; the other crept down the youth’s side, ending up on the younger vampire’s lower extremity, touching there gently in order to take the sharper edge off of the pain he knew the boy was feeling.
Why Elijah, you might actually be feeling something for him.
After a few tense moments, the long fingers uncurled from their distraught grip on the other vampire's shoulder. With the slow fluttering almost akin to a butterfly's wings, Pilot opened his eyes at the helpfully distractive touch on his lower body. Soon all remnants of pain were entirely forgotten in the young vampire's mind, now more intent on getting the most out of this 'affair' between the two of them. Who would ever know when it would happen again? Pilot wanted as many lovely memories as possible to last him until the probably next time.
His lips parted, jaw falling slack as his own tongue became active in the renewed kiss. The unexpected show of passion from his normally stoic teacher was certainly a turn-on and it only made Pilot want even more so to keep up on his end. But as he soon found out, reciprocating in his current position was a rather problematic issue. He had little leverage pinned down so,-though it felt oh-so-wonderful to be pressed into the sea of obsidian silk by such a dominating presence- and his hands were too busy stroking and touching all the skin within reach in an attempt to make up for his surely painful grip from just a little before. Pilot attempted to push his hips back, down, up, anything towards Elijah, but the motions were hindered and didn't go exactly how Pilot wished they would.
Elijah, seeming to sense his discomfort, gently maneuvered the younger vampire’s legs off of his shoulders so that Pilot was nicely laid out before him in the charcoal sheets, giving him greater freedom of movement but still allowing Elijah entrance. The pale boy was like a star against the night-black of the sheets, his star, his affair. He’d take the risks to see this boy night after night, and he didn’t know why.
Strong hands slid over the youth’s body, tickling and caressing and groping all while he moved in and out, still slowly. His self-control was a rock, slowly eroding under all the waves of pleasure that assaulted him. It was nice (an understatement, but sometimes there aren’t enough words), however, to look into Pilot’s eyes, his own emerald ones hazy and unfocused at times -- and other times, incredibly focused. He touched the most intimate parts of the boy with veneration, grateful for this gift and indifferent to Pilot’s motives, hoping to please him. The blonde sucked and licked at the sensitive flesh of Pilot’s neck, pleased at the dark bruises that sprang in their wake. They would heal, but it was a temporary reminder that not all pain was bad.
Elijah’s pace quickened involuntarily, and his hands became more insistent, longing to hold Pilot close to him but yet occupied with the carnal urges that controlled his sometimes forceful, sometimes tender movements.
The varying touches brought out a wide array of sounds; ranging from a delighted laugh at the cursory tickles to an ardent moan disrupting his laugh rather abruptly midway through at the combined pleasure brought by a particularly pleasing inward push and a sudden touch that he had never experienced before. Pilot was most indeed the shy type, but in his shyness was a lack of self-control over his reactions to things (e.g his blushes and lower-lip nibblings) and so it just wasn't in him to remember to hold himself back, to limit his expressive noises. He wasn't altogether that loud, oh no- Pilot was still retaining some of his self-consciousness, but whether he moaned or purred or just a hitch in his breathing, the recently turned vampire couldn't deter them.
Covered by the length of Elijah's body, Pilot could almost say he felt loved. The taller vampire did seem to be doing as he wanted, though Pilot had no objections to anything so far, but in doing so he always seemed to come back for Pilot. Like he cared or something. He had to look away from those eyes staring down at him at the thought, trying hard not to compare how different this night was from the previous one and how he loved this one so much better.
He writhed slowly underneath Elijah, at a loss on what to do when all these wonderful things were being done to him first. The livid bruises on his pale skin throbbed in the most pleasantly painful way; the faster pace and stronger touches had Pilot speeding his way on to a cataclysmic completion. On a last impulse he delved his fingers into the blonde strands of Elijah's hair, near to the point of forcefully dragging his head up and away from Pilot's neck as he blindly sought out a desperate kiss, plaintively whimpering under his breath.
He’d never drowned before, but if he had, he’d imagine this is what it would feel like.
Pleasure had easily overcome him, sweeping him into the rip tide of feeling like he was a piece of seaweed in the endless ocean. He hadn’t felt this way, ever. Not even with him, the very reason he’d kept living instead of dying five hundred years ago. Perhaps it was the boy’s innocence, or the feeling of him cradled in his arms last night, nearly broken, or the way Elijah used to glance at him in class when his head was bent to his studies and he’d never notice, or tonight with his virginity and innocence lost, offering it to Elijah, and soon all his thoughts became an incoherent jumble.
Another vigorous push, a touch, a bruising kiss -- he needed to breathe, and Pilot was his air -- leaving lips raw, bloody, slick and swollen with feeling but yet craving more. A low and resonant moan escaped Elijah; he was dangling over that edge, he could feel it stirring in his lower abdomen. He murmured and caressed and cajoled, he pushed and took and gave, and soon it was reduced to nothing more than feeling.
When he came, it was like he never had before. Most of this night, day, didn‘t matter, was under “Uncharted Territory“. The jade eyes screwed shut and he cried out syllables that sounded suspiciously like Pilot’s name. It was instant relief, that tug-of-war feeling of pain-pleasure that accompanied a really good push over the unspoken edge. But it was something more than that, and the touches resumed once Elijah had control of his bodily functions, caresses that were meant to please and at the same time proclaimed Elijah would never, ever let this boy go.
“Oh my God. [moan] Fuck, Elijah. Oh [hitch of breath]…so close…almost.. please. [pleading whine] Elijah please~ [keening wail] Please, harder, please. Little more… [mewl] … [choked murmur] Come on Elijah, pleeeeeeease. I’m begging you, oh. Please, oh my [cries out].”
Pilot’s swollen and blood-slicked lips remained suspended in time as his vocal chords just stopped working. His muscles all stretched taut like bowstrings stiffened where they were wrapped around the older vampire’s body, fingers stopped in mid-air where they had been furiously clawing at Elijah’s back to get some sort of handhold and pull himself closer, deeper. Despite all these ceasing of function appendages and facial features, some things were still working just fine. Long, pale legs gave a sharp shudder that ran up his spine and into his mind, simply blowing it away as he came not long after Elijah did. An onslaught of tears leaked out from underneath his tightly closed eyelids, streaking down his flushed face in salty rivulets. He felt as if his soul had been sucked into this violent black hole that was named Elijah, claiming it and refusing to give it back. Well if the black hole named Elijah wanted his soul, he could have it. ‘Just love me,’ was all Pilot wanted in return.
A shiver ran up Elijah’s spine, tingling lightly as he hovered over Pilot’s body for a scant moment before collapsing into the welcoming obsidian sheets. He ran a hand idly up and down the boy’s body before gently touching his face, brushing away the tears that trickled down like miniature waterfalls. The three words he knew Pilot wanted to hear were on the tip of his tongue; he’d been repeating them all through the whole affair in his head, a silent mantra to this newly-turned vampire that captivated him.
Should he say them? If he did, there was absolutely no turning back. Now that he was again capable of rational thought, he knew that if Pilot continued to go to school, this would become his second ‘deepest darkest’ secret. But, Gods above, he was sweet. Elijah’s tongue, hesitant at first but growing bolder, traced the salty paths where Pilot’s tears ran; his lips then moved to give Pilot an amorous kiss, soft and sensual and screaming the emotion the elder vampire couldn’t bring himself to say.
Or could he? Looking at their pale forms entangled in the onyx of his sheets, he came to a realization. Something had brought them together, and he would be damned if they would be torn apart.
“I love you,” Elijah said in a thick voice, burying his face into the crook of Pilot’s shoulder helplessly.
There are happy endings after all! Though this was more like a beginning to a very happy ending. Relief swept through Pilot as a soothing salve to all his inner hurts and scars, settling over him like a comforting blanket. Through the kiss he had so hoped that what he thought was being conveyed would be spoken, his heart leaping into his throat with the anticipation of it. Then it was said, it was real, sounded out letters put together in three words now floating away on the air. Again the urge to cry came upon Pilot, but this time he refrained. He wasn’t a girl after all, and such things might drive away his newfound mentor…No, his lover, away. On that note, he reflexively turned into Elijah, arms snaking around the older vampire’s waist and hugging him close, afraid that if he let go the other would just leave after such a confession.
“I..” Pilot stumbled over the one letter, tongue leaden and unmoving in his mouth. “I think I love you.” Finally it was said, though instantly Pilot was horrified. What had he said? ‘I think’? “No wait!” The plea was caught in his throat, then finally staggered its way out. “I, I do love you. Not think.”
Truly Pilot thought that what he was feeling was love, but being just as confused as any other young adult-freshly turned vampire without much previous experience, he wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was more of gratitude for being taken in and cared for so, or rather the love Pilot hoped it was. Those psychology classes do wonders to make someone doubt themselves, from their normal habits to what they feel. Especially since feeling something as an emotion cannot be shown like you can in riding a bicycle. There are no directions, no examples, something you have to find out for yourself. And that’s what Pilot was afraid of.
Elijah shuddered heavily as he felt Pilot’s tongue sweep into his ear, the fingers through his hair piling up the sensation. The elder’s hands swept down Pilot’s body, from his brushing his long fingers down the exposed skin of his chest to his sensitive lower abdomen, almost devout in his attentions. His green eyes hooded slightly as he simultaneously bent to gently tease Pilot’s mouth, flicking his tongue lightly so that the other could just barely feel it against his lips and using one of his hands to gently tease Pilot’s entrance with his fingers, mainly for reaction.
The other hand copied Pilot’s motion as Elijah buried it in the youth’s dark curls, pressing harder into the initially gentle kiss as his lower fingers grew more persistent, a low growl-moan combination escaping from somewhere deep in the professor’s throat.
"Oh God," Pilot exhaled in a husky breath, the full length of his spine bowing in a sharp arc from the nape of his neck to his tail bone. His thighs loosened and fell away from Elijah's hips, parting upon impact with the silk sheets. A tremulous quake vibrated across the porcelain expanse of Pilot's skin, matching the rumbling purr that now slipped from his open mouth. He strove to get something more of the teasing kiss, trying to lift up his head to attain more of his professor's mouth but being detained by the copying fingers that were submersed in his hair and holding him still.
But thankfully, his silent plea was answered as the mouth pressed against his became more insistent and those delightfully questing fingers down below mirrored the intensity up north. With a heft of his hips and a petulant tug down where Pilot's free hand was currently clinging to his teacher's hip, Pilot silently entreated for yet more.
A pale hand groped on the nearby nightstand for a discreet container, and the professor paused only long enough to open it quickly and pour some of the slick, wet material onto his fingers. The container disappeared as the fingers reappeared, one of them sliding into Pilot’s entrance tantalizingly slow as Elijah worked at his own pants, sliding them completely off to reveal his lithe naked form. He then eased Pilot’s legs back over his shoulder as he added another finger, stretching the youth’s entrance as Elijah resisted the urge to buck his exposed hips into Pilot’s.
Elijah took his free hand and gently caressed Pilot’s chest as he added the third and final finger in preparation of hot, wild, passionate lovemaking, smiling with the aura of a predator and lover.
Pilot hissed between his clenched teeth, glaring up at Elijah albeit playfully. "You could've warmed it a little, that stuff's cold." Despite his scolding words, Pilot only managed to huff them out between sharp, panting inhales as the fingers stretched and moved around inside him. It was a tad uncomfortable, being bent so like this with his ass and legs in the air, but a few decisive wiggles and shiftings later Pilot reasoned he was as comfortable as he was going to get because it seemed likely that in a few short moments, he wouldn't have to worry about things as cold lubrication or the position being a bit iffy.
Or the fact that Pilot had never done this before. Oh well, he hadn't been a vampire before either. It was a time to try out all sorts of things. Among them the first time having an explicit affair with his teacher, though it wasn't as bad as if Elijah had been his high school student. In their case, it was more or less severely frowned upon rather than illegal, or so Pilot thought. As far as he knew, that was the extent of punishment for having 'sexual relations' with one's college professor.
“I could have warned you, but what fun would that have been?” Elijah growled, leaning down closer to Pilot so the younger vampire’s legs would be comfortably inclined to make their position a bit more comfortable. “I will warn you this will probably hurt, though, especially if this is your first time.” The tip of Elijah’s manhood was at Pilot’s entrance, curiously slick with the earlier lubricant (it was to his credit that he didn’t wince at the cold when he had put it on) and Elijah’s lips were kissing and sucking their way up Pilot’s pale neck.
I’m fucking my student. But my student is fucking hot. A fucking hot vampire, at that. I can’t have seriously been expected to resist for long, could I have?
Deep green eyes, partially covered with platinum blonde hair, brushed over most of Pilot’s exposed body.
Hell no.
As Elijah brushed his lips against Pilot’s tenderly, he slowly entered the youth, moaning low and quietly into the kiss as he felt Pilot around him, warm and tight and inviting. Despite the pleasure that nearly made him incoherent and threatened to drive him into a frenzy, he rocked his hips slowly in order to spare Pilot an extremely painful morning, night, whenever they woke up.
A rosy flush crept up Pilot's neck and cheeks at the sudden nearness of his teacher and the slight cramped and claustrophobic feeling he got at being bent so, but Pilot got over it. Because as he predicted, he had more important things to worry about. Twining his fingers together at the base of the other vampire's head, he gave some subtle and some not so subtle urges that his mouth should definitely meet again with Pilot's. Just to reaffirm their friendship, is all. Like how when Elijah hovered above him and took a long look at Pilot's body, the look-ee rounded his shoulders and fought the eternal war against gravity in order to get closer to his professor.
The moment where he was taken, at least at first, had Pilot's functions grinding to a painful standstill. His eyes screwed shut, mouth going tight and closed against the gentle brushes of Elijah's lips as his fingers tightened convulsively into the vampire's skin.
Elijah pressed his lips to Pilot’s again as he felt the clenching of his fists -- just like his turning, he remembered his first time as well, and was determined to make it a pleasant affair for the both of them. Elijah was extremely careful as he moved in and out of Pilot, not breaking the kiss, parting Pilot’s lips with his tongue softly and kissing him with surprising passion for a member of the undead. He had noticed the color that had tinted Pilot’s cheeks, and smiled into the kiss.
One hand rested on Pilot’s shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze as he ignored the pain of Pilot’s hand in favor of more pleasurable sensations elsewhere; the other crept down the youth’s side, ending up on the younger vampire’s lower extremity, touching there gently in order to take the sharper edge off of the pain he knew the boy was feeling.
Why Elijah, you might actually be feeling something for him.
After a few tense moments, the long fingers uncurled from their distraught grip on the other vampire's shoulder. With the slow fluttering almost akin to a butterfly's wings, Pilot opened his eyes at the helpfully distractive touch on his lower body. Soon all remnants of pain were entirely forgotten in the young vampire's mind, now more intent on getting the most out of this 'affair' between the two of them. Who would ever know when it would happen again? Pilot wanted as many lovely memories as possible to last him until the probably next time.
His lips parted, jaw falling slack as his own tongue became active in the renewed kiss. The unexpected show of passion from his normally stoic teacher was certainly a turn-on and it only made Pilot want even more so to keep up on his end. But as he soon found out, reciprocating in his current position was a rather problematic issue. He had little leverage pinned down so,-though it felt oh-so-wonderful to be pressed into the sea of obsidian silk by such a dominating presence- and his hands were too busy stroking and touching all the skin within reach in an attempt to make up for his surely painful grip from just a little before. Pilot attempted to push his hips back, down, up, anything towards Elijah, but the motions were hindered and didn't go exactly how Pilot wished they would.
Elijah, seeming to sense his discomfort, gently maneuvered the younger vampire’s legs off of his shoulders so that Pilot was nicely laid out before him in the charcoal sheets, giving him greater freedom of movement but still allowing Elijah entrance. The pale boy was like a star against the night-black of the sheets, his star, his affair. He’d take the risks to see this boy night after night, and he didn’t know why.
Strong hands slid over the youth’s body, tickling and caressing and groping all while he moved in and out, still slowly. His self-control was a rock, slowly eroding under all the waves of pleasure that assaulted him. It was nice (an understatement, but sometimes there aren’t enough words), however, to look into Pilot’s eyes, his own emerald ones hazy and unfocused at times -- and other times, incredibly focused. He touched the most intimate parts of the boy with veneration, grateful for this gift and indifferent to Pilot’s motives, hoping to please him. The blonde sucked and licked at the sensitive flesh of Pilot’s neck, pleased at the dark bruises that sprang in their wake. They would heal, but it was a temporary reminder that not all pain was bad.
Elijah’s pace quickened involuntarily, and his hands became more insistent, longing to hold Pilot close to him but yet occupied with the carnal urges that controlled his sometimes forceful, sometimes tender movements.
The varying touches brought out a wide array of sounds; ranging from a delighted laugh at the cursory tickles to an ardent moan disrupting his laugh rather abruptly midway through at the combined pleasure brought by a particularly pleasing inward push and a sudden touch that he had never experienced before. Pilot was most indeed the shy type, but in his shyness was a lack of self-control over his reactions to things (e.g his blushes and lower-lip nibblings) and so it just wasn't in him to remember to hold himself back, to limit his expressive noises. He wasn't altogether that loud, oh no- Pilot was still retaining some of his self-consciousness, but whether he moaned or purred or just a hitch in his breathing, the recently turned vampire couldn't deter them.
Covered by the length of Elijah's body, Pilot could almost say he felt loved. The taller vampire did seem to be doing as he wanted, though Pilot had no objections to anything so far, but in doing so he always seemed to come back for Pilot. Like he cared or something. He had to look away from those eyes staring down at him at the thought, trying hard not to compare how different this night was from the previous one and how he loved this one so much better.
He writhed slowly underneath Elijah, at a loss on what to do when all these wonderful things were being done to him first. The livid bruises on his pale skin throbbed in the most pleasantly painful way; the faster pace and stronger touches had Pilot speeding his way on to a cataclysmic completion. On a last impulse he delved his fingers into the blonde strands of Elijah's hair, near to the point of forcefully dragging his head up and away from Pilot's neck as he blindly sought out a desperate kiss, plaintively whimpering under his breath.
He’d never drowned before, but if he had, he’d imagine this is what it would feel like.
Pleasure had easily overcome him, sweeping him into the rip tide of feeling like he was a piece of seaweed in the endless ocean. He hadn’t felt this way, ever. Not even with him, the very reason he’d kept living instead of dying five hundred years ago. Perhaps it was the boy’s innocence, or the feeling of him cradled in his arms last night, nearly broken, or the way Elijah used to glance at him in class when his head was bent to his studies and he’d never notice, or tonight with his virginity and innocence lost, offering it to Elijah, and soon all his thoughts became an incoherent jumble.
Another vigorous push, a touch, a bruising kiss -- he needed to breathe, and Pilot was his air -- leaving lips raw, bloody, slick and swollen with feeling but yet craving more. A low and resonant moan escaped Elijah; he was dangling over that edge, he could feel it stirring in his lower abdomen. He murmured and caressed and cajoled, he pushed and took and gave, and soon it was reduced to nothing more than feeling.
When he came, it was like he never had before. Most of this night, day, didn‘t matter, was under “Uncharted Territory“. The jade eyes screwed shut and he cried out syllables that sounded suspiciously like Pilot’s name. It was instant relief, that tug-of-war feeling of pain-pleasure that accompanied a really good push over the unspoken edge. But it was something more than that, and the touches resumed once Elijah had control of his bodily functions, caresses that were meant to please and at the same time proclaimed Elijah would never, ever let this boy go.
“Oh my God. [moan] Fuck, Elijah. Oh [hitch of breath]…so close…almost.. please. [pleading whine] Elijah please~ [keening wail] Please, harder, please. Little more… [mewl] … [choked murmur] Come on Elijah, pleeeeeeease. I’m begging you, oh. Please, oh my [cries out].”
Pilot’s swollen and blood-slicked lips remained suspended in time as his vocal chords just stopped working. His muscles all stretched taut like bowstrings stiffened where they were wrapped around the older vampire’s body, fingers stopped in mid-air where they had been furiously clawing at Elijah’s back to get some sort of handhold and pull himself closer, deeper. Despite all these ceasing of function appendages and facial features, some things were still working just fine. Long, pale legs gave a sharp shudder that ran up his spine and into his mind, simply blowing it away as he came not long after Elijah did. An onslaught of tears leaked out from underneath his tightly closed eyelids, streaking down his flushed face in salty rivulets. He felt as if his soul had been sucked into this violent black hole that was named Elijah, claiming it and refusing to give it back. Well if the black hole named Elijah wanted his soul, he could have it. ‘Just love me,’ was all Pilot wanted in return.
A shiver ran up Elijah’s spine, tingling lightly as he hovered over Pilot’s body for a scant moment before collapsing into the welcoming obsidian sheets. He ran a hand idly up and down the boy’s body before gently touching his face, brushing away the tears that trickled down like miniature waterfalls. The three words he knew Pilot wanted to hear were on the tip of his tongue; he’d been repeating them all through the whole affair in his head, a silent mantra to this newly-turned vampire that captivated him.
Should he say them? If he did, there was absolutely no turning back. Now that he was again capable of rational thought, he knew that if Pilot continued to go to school, this would become his second ‘deepest darkest’ secret. But, Gods above, he was sweet. Elijah’s tongue, hesitant at first but growing bolder, traced the salty paths where Pilot’s tears ran; his lips then moved to give Pilot an amorous kiss, soft and sensual and screaming the emotion the elder vampire couldn’t bring himself to say.
Or could he? Looking at their pale forms entangled in the onyx of his sheets, he came to a realization. Something had brought them together, and he would be damned if they would be torn apart.
“I love you,” Elijah said in a thick voice, burying his face into the crook of Pilot’s shoulder helplessly.
There are happy endings after all! Though this was more like a beginning to a very happy ending. Relief swept through Pilot as a soothing salve to all his inner hurts and scars, settling over him like a comforting blanket. Through the kiss he had so hoped that what he thought was being conveyed would be spoken, his heart leaping into his throat with the anticipation of it. Then it was said, it was real, sounded out letters put together in three words now floating away on the air. Again the urge to cry came upon Pilot, but this time he refrained. He wasn’t a girl after all, and such things might drive away his newfound mentor…No, his lover, away. On that note, he reflexively turned into Elijah, arms snaking around the older vampire’s waist and hugging him close, afraid that if he let go the other would just leave after such a confession.
“I..” Pilot stumbled over the one letter, tongue leaden and unmoving in his mouth. “I think I love you.” Finally it was said, though instantly Pilot was horrified. What had he said? ‘I think’? “No wait!” The plea was caught in his throat, then finally staggered its way out. “I, I do love you. Not think.”
Truly Pilot thought that what he was feeling was love, but being just as confused as any other young adult-freshly turned vampire without much previous experience, he wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was more of gratitude for being taken in and cared for so, or rather the love Pilot hoped it was. Those psychology classes do wonders to make someone doubt themselves, from their normal habits to what they feel. Especially since feeling something as an emotion cannot be shown like you can in riding a bicycle. There are no directions, no examples, something you have to find out for yourself. And that’s what Pilot was afraid of.