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What Nourishes Us
I am a long-time lurker turned scribe at the inspiration of many who have posted on this site. Hope you enjoy.
Title: What Nourishes Us (1) and (2)
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: EW/KU, later Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
For Shighola.
(1)
“I know you’re hiding in there. Come out, come out, pretty.”
Elijah sat still as the stale and unruffled air in the attic’s isolated and unrecognizable closet. Entrance to the small space couldn’t be deciphered from the outside, where the edges of its door blended chameleon-like into the rest of the wooden walls. He almost risked a sigh of desperate relief, but fear’s wisdom kept him silent. The man’s footsteps only two floors down echoed menacingly throughout the empty house, and Elijah breathed a “Thank Goodness” for what seemed the hundredth, maybe even the thousandth, time in the last hour that he never revealed the secret room that was now keeping him safe. Temporarily.
(2)
It was never Karl’s intent to shatter.
He believed that his desire to possess was steeped in a decent longing to love and embrace another completely. But he could not deny that he was driven by this hunger to own. He justified the cravings as natural and instinctive. Like a moth to a flame… He was the fire. He drew them to him. Perhaps unwillingly in the beginning. But any reluctance on their part gradually subsided by their own need to be consumed. It was always a tango by two. And Karl made certain to cast reminders when necessary.
*****
He suffered from typical middle child syndrome, peacemaker and people-pleaser. His even temperament and authentic good-naturedness made him easily likeable and welcome in any crowd. But what drew Karl most to Elijah was his endearing innocence. It was a quality that most shed by the time they reached adulthood, but despite having worked his entire life and the seeming worldliness that he sometimes possessed, up until then, Elijah led a fairly sheltered life. Karl mused that some of Elijah’s almost child-like innocence was preserved by such. Yet, he attributed it mostly to something innate in Elijah. The wide-eyed expressions were rarely a pretense. No, Elijah was not naïve; in fact, he could overwhelm with his ability to forage knowledge and analyze it. Whether or not his conclusions were correct were of no consequence as his eloquence was enough to demonstrate his intelligence. Still, Elijah was trusting. Accepting. Open. He had yet to experience the fall from profound disillusionment, yet unaware of his own depravity.
In the beginning of production, Karl had very little interaction with Elijah. Their characters would never really cross paths in the movie so both were busy training, shooting, rehearsing in different locations of whatever city each happened to be in. Still, even brief meetings or simply watching Elijah from a distance stirred the hunger in Karl immediately. Once stoked, the burning would not cease to grow, but lengthened, taut and pressing until satisfaction.
It was the burning that motivated him, set him on a path to achieve and dominate his desire. It placed him in the driver’s seat of a careening vehicle, set upon a single course. Center of Elijah’s life.
When it hit Elijah, he was unsuspecting. Karl became a pseudo-member of the Fellowship of Nine. The others sometimes teased that if Karl had, perhaps, been slightly more ogre-like, he may have fit the role of Gimli better and he would not have actually been such a pussy in getting a tattoo with the rest.
Elijah, of course, had not a clue as to Karl’s designs upon him. He knew not of Karl’s methodical strategy to get closer, closer, closer to Elijah. His movements so imperceptible that when he finally arrived, it was as though destiny had delivered him there. Center of Elijah’s life. Target chosen and claimed.
*****
Viggo and Orlando were occupied all day and night, it seemed, with the filming of the Battle at Helm’s Deep. Meanwhile, Billy and Dominic had to suffer one after another arduous experience of being stuck in a mechanical tree that, quite literally, had them both by the balls. Elijah and Sean were meandering daily through the same studio set of rocks, with Andy sometimes breaking the monotony and mundaneness of their scenes with inappropriate and obscene imitations, easing the tension amidst cameras rolling.
It was at the end of one such day that Karl was lingering at one of Elijah’s scenes. After a scuffle between Andy and Sean that ended with Sean walking off set, Pete called it a day and excused cast and crew until the next morning. It was still relatively early and from what Karl had just observed, after work drinks were in order.
“Lij,” Karl called out as he saw Elijah leaving the set.
“Hey Karl,” Elijah replied. There was some weariness around his eyes, but Elijah still managed to give Karl a kind smile.
“Rough day, eh?” Karl smiled back.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Plans tonight?”
“Well, shower first,” Elijah grinned. “Actually, get out of these sweaty, stinky feet first. Then shower at home. After that, I’m open to suggestions.”
“How about we forego the usual Pub tonight and head over to the house club that we went to last month?”
“You mean the one where Dom ended up making out with the blond transvestite in a mini skirt?”
Karl laughed. “Yeah, that one.”
“Alright, I’ll give the boys a ring. Although I don’t think Viggo and Orlando will be joining us. And Sean, well… you saw what happened. He’ll probably opt to stay in with the family tonight.”
“Sounds good, then. How about we meet up around 9pm?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
At about 11pm, Billy, Dominic and Elijah were successfully piss drunk. Billy proceeded to be wittier, mouth becoming dirtier by the minute, as the night progressed. He offered to make out with Dominic in lieu of the transvestite that failed to appear that night, but Dominic un-politely declined. Elijah, still ignorant of his alcohol capacity, was downing his fifth pint of beer. His eyelids were at half mast and he giggled incessantly every five minutes, sometimes as a late reaction to one of Billy’s jokes. Karl, meanwhile, was quietly nursing his own steady buzz, a seeming passive, yet absorbing participant.
At about midnight, Billy and Dominic were on the dance floor, each with a girl wrapped around a neck and grinding against their hips. Dominic, though it seemed, was dancing a bit stiffly, perhaps cautiously attempting to determine that the goods on this one were real.
Elijah, always the shyest of them all, had remained at the bar with Karl. It happened that way more and more during their outings. It was as such that Karl learned about the father that had abandoned him at a young age, the bitter divorce that left his mother in tears when she thought no one was looking, the loneliness of being home-schooled. It was also as such that Karl learned of Elijah’s sexual inexperience. Elijah regaled to him the story of his first “love”, his first time pettings. Elijah, drunk as he was at the time, still blushed at the re-telling. In the end, he shared, he broke up with the young lady because she expected him to make her happy. Too much responsibility, Elijah expressed with more maturity that he even believed himself to have. It seemed the proper thing to say however. But Karl understood. It wasn’t the weight of responsibility that broke the relationship. It was Elijah’s fear of possession. The young woman was too inexperienced, and perhaps would never be wieldy enough, to understand the fear. How to manipulate it, mold it so that it consumed its owner and changed him to a willing participant, to change the fear, even, to a desire. The desire to belong wholly and unreservedly to another.
It was near 2 am when Elijah began to show signs of fading. An hour earlier and after a decent go on the dance floor with his partner, Billy headed home alone. Dominic, on the other hand, indeed confirmed that the goods on his partner were real and they departed together in liquored bliss.
Karl offered to give Elijah, who had arrived with Dominic, a ride home. Elijah, of course, accepted. Upon reaching their destination, Karl casually asked Elijah if he could crash on his living room couch, not really having to feign exhaustion. Elijah replied, anytime. In the house, Karl made himself comfortable on Elijah’s couch and Elijah fell quickly to sleep in his own bedroom, still unsuspecting, still innocent. Still whole.
*****
Karl stared at the outline of the small figure completely cocooned in blankets. The central cooling system in Elijah’s house had lowered the temperature so that it felt almost like autumn inside. Karl watched the soft, rhythmic rise and fall caused by Elijah’s steady breathing. Although he always moved silently, Karl wasn’t worried about waking Elijah. He knew that Elijah’s alcohol-induced slumber would keep him unconscious, pliant and willing for Karl. At least initially.
Karl walked to where Elijah’s head lay pressed against a pillow. He bent down and trailed his fingers at the temple of Elijah’s forehead and gave the curve of his jaw a caress. Beautiful. Karl gently unwrapped the figure from its encasement, as though he was handling a precious gift, and folded the blankets neatly below Elijah’s feet.
Without the covers, Elijah’s limbs were protected only by a pair of boxers. Karl let one hand rest heavily on top of a thigh. He ran it up and down the pale length of Elijah’s leg and enjoyed the feel of the smooth skin, the firmness of the sinewy muscles underneath. Karl half kneeled, half lay himself above Elijah’s lower body, and without completely resting his weight upon him, he ran his tongue down the path that his hand had just stolen. Bearing his upper body upon his elbows, Karl pulled Elijah’s boxers carefully over his groin area, over his legs, underneath his feet, and removed them completely.
Karl gripped the tops of Elijah’s now completely exposed thighs. He trailed soft kisses around the groin area without touching Elijah’s penis. Elijah remained unmoving, still undisturbed, and Karl enjoyed the feel of his hands on bared flesh, his mouth on the soft skin. He continued his almost innocent caresses for several minutes before finally allowing himself to taste Elijah’s cock.
At first, he only used his tongue. He bathed Elijah’s penis in swirls, lapping, insistent licking. And when tonguing Elijah became not enough, Karl opened his mouth and encased the now stiffening member into the hot and wet. His mouth became a suctioning tool that ran from the bottom of Elijah’s shaft and increased in pressure as it moved towards the top. Karl ended and began each of his travails up and down with a targeted lick at the top of Elijah’s penis.
Elijah had begun to stir at the procession of Karl’s licking. And his movement became more fervent as Karl upped the ante in his ministrations. Unbeknownst to his conscious thought, Elijah wrapped his fingers around Karl’s head, pulling him even closer and raised his hips to meet the up and down movement.
“What…” Elijah murmured.
Karl looked up and Elijah met his eyes with a stunned expression. Karl did not release him, and instead moved one of his hands to cup Elijah’s balls.
“Karl… no…,” Elijah pleaded. His hands which had been insistently pulling Karl against him earlier were now pushing at Karl’s shoulders, attempting to free himself. When this failed to even slow Karl’s attentions, Elijah dug his hands at either side of him and tried to pull himself out of Karl’s demanding mouth. Unperturbed by Elijah’s struggles, Karl reached up with his free hand and at once took hold of both of Elijah’s wrists and stilled them in his lap.
“No… no,” Elijah begged. “No… stop… please.”
If Karl heard Elijah’s pleas, he gave no indication. The hand wrapped around Elijah’s balls were massaging in a circular manner, with one finger caressing between Elijah’s ass. Elijah’s struggling became uncontrollable writhing, a surrender to the sensations possessing his body.
Karl raised his head, his eyes resting upon Elijah’s face. Fascinated, he always was. Elijah’s eyes were shut tight, eyebrows worried at the center. His lips had become swollen, redder and his mouth was slightly open. Beads of sweat had formed at the corners of his temple and above his upper lip. The flushed cheeks in contrast to the rest of Elijah’s pallor completed the look. Karl recognized it. Indulged in it. Elijah’s face was the image of complete, utter, reluctant abandon. He was lost.
And Karl knew he had him.
“Elijah,” Karl called in a commanding whisper.
Elijah’s eyes opened in instinctive answer to his name. The ever expressive pool of ocean blue revealed everything. Lust. Fear. Ecstasy. Shame.
Karl’s lips curved into a soft, gentle smile before he bowed his head down and resumed his ministrations. His mouth reclaimed the erect shaft entirely and let the tip press the back of his throat. The warm cavity became a vacuum that sucked in increasing intensity. Up. Down. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Elijah’s head jerked backwards. His hands, which Karl had freed once he knew Elijah was lost, gripped the sheets at his sides. Karl continued to palm Elijah’s balls and the finger that was only teasing between Elijah’s ass moments ago was now inside him – prodding, pressuring, taunting. Karl’s other hand crept beneath Elijah’s t-shirt and was pulling, twisting, circling his left nipple.
It was all black, dark, gripping desire. All other senses were muted. Reluctance and fear had morphed into only ecstasy and Elijah could barely breathe from the intensity. It seemed like all the pores in his body had opened to swallow every available atom of oxygen. It was too much. Too much. But if felt so good. So good…
As if pulled by invisible ropes from opposing directions, Elijah’s body twisted up, left. His back arched and then spasmed suddenly to his right. His legs stiffened like planks on either side of Karl’s head and he felt his entire body melt into his bed. Elijah released a long, low moan as he gave a final shudder.
And then it was over.
Elijah felt cool air caress his groin area, the warmth of Karl’s mouth having left him. His eyes focused on the ceiling, the sudden bareness an unpleasant after-taste from the intense sensations he had just experienced. Karl moved silently, but Elijah felt the heat from Karl’s body towering over him still. He risked a look because he simply couldn’t help it. Karl’s expression was unreadable when his eyes met Elijah’s. In that mirror, Elijah perceived something that unhinged him even more. Tenderness.
The tears came suddenly, leaving Elijah unprepared. Elijah didn’t want to permit further exposure. With the last remnants of pride and self-preservation, he curled into a fetal position. He imagined that squeezing himself into a tiny ball might somehow render him unseen and prayed that it would be enough. He couldn’t bare even to pull the blankets to cover himself, cover his humility.
Karl was tempted to remain exactly where he was, staring at the small, shaking figure on the bed. But he had to attend to the ache in his own groin. And Karl knew that he had to permit Elijah to recover.
Still, the sight was a thing of beauty.
Karl allowed himself a final, lingering look before leaving the room wordlessly. In his absence, Elijah yielded to his emotions, giving expression to what he had yet to understand and define by way of an outpouring of tears and belabored sobs. His body shaking unrelentlessly, he remained in his withdrawn position.
Bare.
He was.
Taken.
Broken.
Title: What Nourishes Us (1) and (2)
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: EW/KU, later Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
For Shighola.
(1)
“I know you’re hiding in there. Come out, come out, pretty.”
Elijah sat still as the stale and unruffled air in the attic’s isolated and unrecognizable closet. Entrance to the small space couldn’t be deciphered from the outside, where the edges of its door blended chameleon-like into the rest of the wooden walls. He almost risked a sigh of desperate relief, but fear’s wisdom kept him silent. The man’s footsteps only two floors down echoed menacingly throughout the empty house, and Elijah breathed a “Thank Goodness” for what seemed the hundredth, maybe even the thousandth, time in the last hour that he never revealed the secret room that was now keeping him safe. Temporarily.
(2)
It was never Karl’s intent to shatter.
He believed that his desire to possess was steeped in a decent longing to love and embrace another completely. But he could not deny that he was driven by this hunger to own. He justified the cravings as natural and instinctive. Like a moth to a flame… He was the fire. He drew them to him. Perhaps unwillingly in the beginning. But any reluctance on their part gradually subsided by their own need to be consumed. It was always a tango by two. And Karl made certain to cast reminders when necessary.
*****
He suffered from typical middle child syndrome, peacemaker and people-pleaser. His even temperament and authentic good-naturedness made him easily likeable and welcome in any crowd. But what drew Karl most to Elijah was his endearing innocence. It was a quality that most shed by the time they reached adulthood, but despite having worked his entire life and the seeming worldliness that he sometimes possessed, up until then, Elijah led a fairly sheltered life. Karl mused that some of Elijah’s almost child-like innocence was preserved by such. Yet, he attributed it mostly to something innate in Elijah. The wide-eyed expressions were rarely a pretense. No, Elijah was not naïve; in fact, he could overwhelm with his ability to forage knowledge and analyze it. Whether or not his conclusions were correct were of no consequence as his eloquence was enough to demonstrate his intelligence. Still, Elijah was trusting. Accepting. Open. He had yet to experience the fall from profound disillusionment, yet unaware of his own depravity.
In the beginning of production, Karl had very little interaction with Elijah. Their characters would never really cross paths in the movie so both were busy training, shooting, rehearsing in different locations of whatever city each happened to be in. Still, even brief meetings or simply watching Elijah from a distance stirred the hunger in Karl immediately. Once stoked, the burning would not cease to grow, but lengthened, taut and pressing until satisfaction.
It was the burning that motivated him, set him on a path to achieve and dominate his desire. It placed him in the driver’s seat of a careening vehicle, set upon a single course. Center of Elijah’s life.
When it hit Elijah, he was unsuspecting. Karl became a pseudo-member of the Fellowship of Nine. The others sometimes teased that if Karl had, perhaps, been slightly more ogre-like, he may have fit the role of Gimli better and he would not have actually been such a pussy in getting a tattoo with the rest.
Elijah, of course, had not a clue as to Karl’s designs upon him. He knew not of Karl’s methodical strategy to get closer, closer, closer to Elijah. His movements so imperceptible that when he finally arrived, it was as though destiny had delivered him there. Center of Elijah’s life. Target chosen and claimed.
*****
Viggo and Orlando were occupied all day and night, it seemed, with the filming of the Battle at Helm’s Deep. Meanwhile, Billy and Dominic had to suffer one after another arduous experience of being stuck in a mechanical tree that, quite literally, had them both by the balls. Elijah and Sean were meandering daily through the same studio set of rocks, with Andy sometimes breaking the monotony and mundaneness of their scenes with inappropriate and obscene imitations, easing the tension amidst cameras rolling.
It was at the end of one such day that Karl was lingering at one of Elijah’s scenes. After a scuffle between Andy and Sean that ended with Sean walking off set, Pete called it a day and excused cast and crew until the next morning. It was still relatively early and from what Karl had just observed, after work drinks were in order.
“Lij,” Karl called out as he saw Elijah leaving the set.
“Hey Karl,” Elijah replied. There was some weariness around his eyes, but Elijah still managed to give Karl a kind smile.
“Rough day, eh?” Karl smiled back.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Plans tonight?”
“Well, shower first,” Elijah grinned. “Actually, get out of these sweaty, stinky feet first. Then shower at home. After that, I’m open to suggestions.”
“How about we forego the usual Pub tonight and head over to the house club that we went to last month?”
“You mean the one where Dom ended up making out with the blond transvestite in a mini skirt?”
Karl laughed. “Yeah, that one.”
“Alright, I’ll give the boys a ring. Although I don’t think Viggo and Orlando will be joining us. And Sean, well… you saw what happened. He’ll probably opt to stay in with the family tonight.”
“Sounds good, then. How about we meet up around 9pm?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
At about 11pm, Billy, Dominic and Elijah were successfully piss drunk. Billy proceeded to be wittier, mouth becoming dirtier by the minute, as the night progressed. He offered to make out with Dominic in lieu of the transvestite that failed to appear that night, but Dominic un-politely declined. Elijah, still ignorant of his alcohol capacity, was downing his fifth pint of beer. His eyelids were at half mast and he giggled incessantly every five minutes, sometimes as a late reaction to one of Billy’s jokes. Karl, meanwhile, was quietly nursing his own steady buzz, a seeming passive, yet absorbing participant.
At about midnight, Billy and Dominic were on the dance floor, each with a girl wrapped around a neck and grinding against their hips. Dominic, though it seemed, was dancing a bit stiffly, perhaps cautiously attempting to determine that the goods on this one were real.
Elijah, always the shyest of them all, had remained at the bar with Karl. It happened that way more and more during their outings. It was as such that Karl learned about the father that had abandoned him at a young age, the bitter divorce that left his mother in tears when she thought no one was looking, the loneliness of being home-schooled. It was also as such that Karl learned of Elijah’s sexual inexperience. Elijah regaled to him the story of his first “love”, his first time pettings. Elijah, drunk as he was at the time, still blushed at the re-telling. In the end, he shared, he broke up with the young lady because she expected him to make her happy. Too much responsibility, Elijah expressed with more maturity that he even believed himself to have. It seemed the proper thing to say however. But Karl understood. It wasn’t the weight of responsibility that broke the relationship. It was Elijah’s fear of possession. The young woman was too inexperienced, and perhaps would never be wieldy enough, to understand the fear. How to manipulate it, mold it so that it consumed its owner and changed him to a willing participant, to change the fear, even, to a desire. The desire to belong wholly and unreservedly to another.
It was near 2 am when Elijah began to show signs of fading. An hour earlier and after a decent go on the dance floor with his partner, Billy headed home alone. Dominic, on the other hand, indeed confirmed that the goods on his partner were real and they departed together in liquored bliss.
Karl offered to give Elijah, who had arrived with Dominic, a ride home. Elijah, of course, accepted. Upon reaching their destination, Karl casually asked Elijah if he could crash on his living room couch, not really having to feign exhaustion. Elijah replied, anytime. In the house, Karl made himself comfortable on Elijah’s couch and Elijah fell quickly to sleep in his own bedroom, still unsuspecting, still innocent. Still whole.
*****
Karl stared at the outline of the small figure completely cocooned in blankets. The central cooling system in Elijah’s house had lowered the temperature so that it felt almost like autumn inside. Karl watched the soft, rhythmic rise and fall caused by Elijah’s steady breathing. Although he always moved silently, Karl wasn’t worried about waking Elijah. He knew that Elijah’s alcohol-induced slumber would keep him unconscious, pliant and willing for Karl. At least initially.
Karl walked to where Elijah’s head lay pressed against a pillow. He bent down and trailed his fingers at the temple of Elijah’s forehead and gave the curve of his jaw a caress. Beautiful. Karl gently unwrapped the figure from its encasement, as though he was handling a precious gift, and folded the blankets neatly below Elijah’s feet.
Without the covers, Elijah’s limbs were protected only by a pair of boxers. Karl let one hand rest heavily on top of a thigh. He ran it up and down the pale length of Elijah’s leg and enjoyed the feel of the smooth skin, the firmness of the sinewy muscles underneath. Karl half kneeled, half lay himself above Elijah’s lower body, and without completely resting his weight upon him, he ran his tongue down the path that his hand had just stolen. Bearing his upper body upon his elbows, Karl pulled Elijah’s boxers carefully over his groin area, over his legs, underneath his feet, and removed them completely.
Karl gripped the tops of Elijah’s now completely exposed thighs. He trailed soft kisses around the groin area without touching Elijah’s penis. Elijah remained unmoving, still undisturbed, and Karl enjoyed the feel of his hands on bared flesh, his mouth on the soft skin. He continued his almost innocent caresses for several minutes before finally allowing himself to taste Elijah’s cock.
At first, he only used his tongue. He bathed Elijah’s penis in swirls, lapping, insistent licking. And when tonguing Elijah became not enough, Karl opened his mouth and encased the now stiffening member into the hot and wet. His mouth became a suctioning tool that ran from the bottom of Elijah’s shaft and increased in pressure as it moved towards the top. Karl ended and began each of his travails up and down with a targeted lick at the top of Elijah’s penis.
Elijah had begun to stir at the procession of Karl’s licking. And his movement became more fervent as Karl upped the ante in his ministrations. Unbeknownst to his conscious thought, Elijah wrapped his fingers around Karl’s head, pulling him even closer and raised his hips to meet the up and down movement.
“What…” Elijah murmured.
Karl looked up and Elijah met his eyes with a stunned expression. Karl did not release him, and instead moved one of his hands to cup Elijah’s balls.
“Karl… no…,” Elijah pleaded. His hands which had been insistently pulling Karl against him earlier were now pushing at Karl’s shoulders, attempting to free himself. When this failed to even slow Karl’s attentions, Elijah dug his hands at either side of him and tried to pull himself out of Karl’s demanding mouth. Unperturbed by Elijah’s struggles, Karl reached up with his free hand and at once took hold of both of Elijah’s wrists and stilled them in his lap.
“No… no,” Elijah begged. “No… stop… please.”
If Karl heard Elijah’s pleas, he gave no indication. The hand wrapped around Elijah’s balls were massaging in a circular manner, with one finger caressing between Elijah’s ass. Elijah’s struggling became uncontrollable writhing, a surrender to the sensations possessing his body.
Karl raised his head, his eyes resting upon Elijah’s face. Fascinated, he always was. Elijah’s eyes were shut tight, eyebrows worried at the center. His lips had become swollen, redder and his mouth was slightly open. Beads of sweat had formed at the corners of his temple and above his upper lip. The flushed cheeks in contrast to the rest of Elijah’s pallor completed the look. Karl recognized it. Indulged in it. Elijah’s face was the image of complete, utter, reluctant abandon. He was lost.
And Karl knew he had him.
“Elijah,” Karl called in a commanding whisper.
Elijah’s eyes opened in instinctive answer to his name. The ever expressive pool of ocean blue revealed everything. Lust. Fear. Ecstasy. Shame.
Karl’s lips curved into a soft, gentle smile before he bowed his head down and resumed his ministrations. His mouth reclaimed the erect shaft entirely and let the tip press the back of his throat. The warm cavity became a vacuum that sucked in increasing intensity. Up. Down. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Elijah’s head jerked backwards. His hands, which Karl had freed once he knew Elijah was lost, gripped the sheets at his sides. Karl continued to palm Elijah’s balls and the finger that was only teasing between Elijah’s ass moments ago was now inside him – prodding, pressuring, taunting. Karl’s other hand crept beneath Elijah’s t-shirt and was pulling, twisting, circling his left nipple.
It was all black, dark, gripping desire. All other senses were muted. Reluctance and fear had morphed into only ecstasy and Elijah could barely breathe from the intensity. It seemed like all the pores in his body had opened to swallow every available atom of oxygen. It was too much. Too much. But if felt so good. So good…
As if pulled by invisible ropes from opposing directions, Elijah’s body twisted up, left. His back arched and then spasmed suddenly to his right. His legs stiffened like planks on either side of Karl’s head and he felt his entire body melt into his bed. Elijah released a long, low moan as he gave a final shudder.
And then it was over.
Elijah felt cool air caress his groin area, the warmth of Karl’s mouth having left him. His eyes focused on the ceiling, the sudden bareness an unpleasant after-taste from the intense sensations he had just experienced. Karl moved silently, but Elijah felt the heat from Karl’s body towering over him still. He risked a look because he simply couldn’t help it. Karl’s expression was unreadable when his eyes met Elijah’s. In that mirror, Elijah perceived something that unhinged him even more. Tenderness.
The tears came suddenly, leaving Elijah unprepared. Elijah didn’t want to permit further exposure. With the last remnants of pride and self-preservation, he curled into a fetal position. He imagined that squeezing himself into a tiny ball might somehow render him unseen and prayed that it would be enough. He couldn’t bare even to pull the blankets to cover himself, cover his humility.
Karl was tempted to remain exactly where he was, staring at the small, shaking figure on the bed. But he had to attend to the ache in his own groin. And Karl knew that he had to permit Elijah to recover.
Still, the sight was a thing of beauty.
Karl allowed himself a final, lingering look before leaving the room wordlessly. In his absence, Elijah yielded to his emotions, giving expression to what he had yet to understand and define by way of an outpouring of tears and belabored sobs. His body shaking unrelentlessly, he remained in his withdrawn position.
Bare.
He was.
Taken.
Broken.
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(What is this strange desire we have to see Elijah in tears?)
LOL!!
**What is this strange desire we have to see Elijah in tears?**
Hmmm....
(Goes off to ponder and self-reflect on her own dark fantasies of torture.)
Re: LOL!!
*Goes off to ponder why she had to clarify that.*