Realizing how all of it could turn downhill with just a few words, Elijah eased up, only to maneuver himself close to Lucien. He hated touching unfamiliar surfaces, but he set them aside and placed his palms on either side of Lucien’s head. Now he was on top of him, almost straddling his legs. “It was just a suggestion, but I’m not forcing you to forget what I did.” With a triumphant smile, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Lucien’s, a tentative brush, awaiting his response. Would he recoil and move away? Or would he accept this sensual act? Elijah would understand. He’d deserve anything he’d get.
Lucien squirmed under the warmth of Elijah’s body, pinning him to his own bed. This is different. I want this. Lucien argued with himself through clammy hands and a quickened pulse. Maybe if I just kiss him back. I’ll be ready for this. His brain surrendered to the bits confidence he possessed about this. He pulled Elijah down and crashed into his face, lips first. Elijah was more soft than Lucien thought he would ever admit.
Lucien slid trembling hands up to Elijah’s face and pushed at him lightly, resting his hands on Elijah’s neck, just to keep him far enough away for Lucien to catch his skittish breath.
Elijah’s right hand found its way on Lucien’s cheek, cupping his face steadily. As he deepened his kiss, he thought of how firm and not at all fragile Lucien felt. His fingers threaded through Lucien’s hair, his other hand roamed on the ridges of his ribs. Lucien’s touch on his neck made him arch his back. A low groan escaped from him.
It went all too quick. A lightning speed of feelings brought together and resulted into this. Elijah might have guessed it could be only out of curiosity, of a thirst for something different, but he had to admit that he didn’t find any trouble with this. His lips trekked down to Lucien’s smooth neck. A part of him remembered the open door, but let it be damned.
With his attempts for a break thwarted, Lucien craned his neck and pressed his his horns into the pillow to create just a bit of distance.
He didn’t want to tell him to stop, he didn’t want Elijah to stop, and he didn’t want to have to be the guy who couldn’t handle intimacy. But Elijah pushed him outside of his comfort zone and Lucien had no idea how to rectify it. Reverting to old habits is all too easy. So he let his murderer kiss him. He savored the kisses, each one planted racked up the total amount of kisses Lucien had ever gotten in his life. Three, Four, Five… Lucien counted until they reached his collarbones. He was torn between bringing Elijah’s face back to his and feeling Elijah’s soft skin under his blackened fingertips.
Lucien kissed him, devoured him, pulled at Elijah’s lips with his teeth. He spread his hands against Elijah’s chest and snaked them down until he found the place where the hem of his shirt met his trousers. Lucien tugged lightly at the fabric. He shuddered knowing he was sending Elijah the wrong signal. He only wanted to feel Elijah’s skin. Just a tease of it. Nothing more.
Elijah felt Lucien’s fingers at the edge of his shirt. He fumbled on the buttons of his shirt, his wavy hair a disturbance with his head hung low. Elijah barely showed himself half-naked to anyone. It wasn’t a sign of discomfort, but there had been no need for losing clothes. Yet, now he didn’t seem to mind losing some clothes, there could be a need for it anyway. He groped for the last button and slipped his shirt out, revealing his lean muscles and well-toned abs, few knife and gunshot scars.
Lucien drew in a sharp breath over a swear word or two. “Elijah, I…” He swallowed. No. You like this guy, just do it. It’s not the same, you’re just being weak. He thought.
Lucien ran his hands over the bumps of muscle and scar tissue in Elijah’s stomach. He couldn’t deny how nice it felt. Just keep going. You’re fine. He thought. Lucien’s hands rested on Elijah’s hips. But how far would this go? It would ultimately end the same wouldn’t it? Did he trust Elijah to be any more gentle with him than those who had assaulted him time and time again? He had killed Lucien, hadn’t he?
But Elijah was different now, he hadn’t known what he was doing. All these excuses made sense. They did. Elijah was a nice guy.
Lucien dug his fingernails into Elijah’s soft skin and quickly took his hands away before he hurt him. He buried them under his own shirt, clutching the bruises at his ribs instead. He caught the skin and muscle in his fists until he could feel the painful reminders of what had happened, what he was so afraid of happening again.
Freezing for a moment, Elijah glanced at Lucien beneath him. He cleared his throat and grabbed gently for Lucien’s hands. “I’m not going to harm you in any way.” He caressed Lucien’s hands with his thumbs stroking them mildly. “We can stop if that’s what you desire.” Lucien’s memories could be too sharp, too raw even until now for Elijah to cover them up in one night. He could understand that. He was a man full of undeniable respect, even if he’d killed demons and carried the same blood with a greater one. He wouldn’t force someone something they wouldn’t want to do. He could’ve laughed at himself if Lucien didn’t look serious. Respect and Force? He could only give it to a chosen few.
Strands of hair almost concealed his eyes as he gazed down at Lucien. “I may be too lost in the moment, but I won’t lose control. There’s nothing to fear.”
Lucien lay there, unmoving and shell-shocked, staring out with a stitched brow. He’s fingers held his sides, burying his fingertips into his skin, leaving small crescent shaped seams of blood where they lay.
“Hey,” Elijah’s voice was an utter whisper. He cupped Lucien’s face. “It’s okay.” He reached behind his waistband and plucked the gun and tossed it on the floor. He disposed the knives from his boots, dropping them with a clunk. “I’m unarmed now.” He should have rid of them earlier. “Tell me what you think. What is it on your mind?”
“You were armed?” He laughed. It was just like before. Exactly. He tried to pull himself from Elijah’s embrace but the black wispy coloring staining his fingers spread across his arms like a black rash, moving right before Elijah’s eyes.
Elijah sighed. He licked his lips and alerted himself, but dared not to move. “I wasn’t going to use them in bed, Lucien.”
That was wrong. He was wrong. That shouldn’t have happened, the weapons, missing that Lucien wasn’t with it. Admittedly, Lucien should have said something, but well, he was saying something now.
“Okay Elijah.” He said. He used one of his inky arms to push Elijah off him and escape the tension and anxiety clouding his thoughts.
“Please leave.” He said.
Elijah laughed, the tone lacking any humor. He eased up from the bed, ruffling his hair with his hand. “I admit, it was a mistake on my part.” He snatched his clothes and picked up his knives and gun, jaw tightening. He looked stupid enough to be doing this, being thrown out from someone’s room right after sharing an intimate moment. He swiftly put his clothes back on and glanced at Lucien as he buttoned his shirt. “I will leave if that will make you feel safe.” He strode across the room, stopping by the door, he glanced over his shoulder and said, “Don’t harm yourself. Your life is valuable. I apologize for trying to take it away.” He bowed like a gentleman before heading downstairs, planning on fetching Natalie from the kitchen.
Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne
The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!
That’s the end of the serial! I hope you enjoyed it!
Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015
Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015