The Rest of the Darkness
by Jenny
 

elijah can't believe he picked tonight of all nights to leave his conscience at home.

but he did.

as he slides into the smooth, cool darkness of another luxurious hotel room, his cock decides for him that this is a good thing.

elijah doesn't fight it.

daniel is hot against him, hot and hard and way too into this for a thirteen-year-old boy that elijah would've pegged not fifteen minutes earlier as a kid who'd never been kissed.  no, no, elijah thinks as daniel nudges his hard-on against elijah's thigh, this is about to rocket way beyond kissing.

so much for tortured innocence.

daniel leads elijah over to the bed and climbs up on it.  elijah watches as he kneels there, rocking back upon his haunches, showing off his still-hidden erection, beckoning with bedroom eyes that elijah can just barely make out in the moonlight, and then elijah breaks out of his trance and scrambles up next to daniel, kneeling, too, and facing him, and they're kissing again and the wet heat of daniel's mouth is claiming elijah's soul.  so hot so hot so hot.  elijah thanks god for missing consciences.

then daniel's got his hands in elijah's hair and they're kissing the way movie stars kiss on screen -- the ones with real chemistry -- after centuries of practice and it's nothing like elijah expected and the very unexpectedness of it all makes him hard.  wait, no, not makes him hard, because that would have to mean he wasn't hard before, and elijah had been tenting out his pants since daniel radcliffe had waltzed into the party downstairs like he owned the place.

elijah read somewhere that the kid was getting paid $3 million for his second stint as harry potter.  at thirteen.  fucking 3 million dollars.  elijah's not jealous, no, he's doing just fine thankyouverymuch, but still -- if he'd been pulling down seven figures barely into his teens, well, he'd waltz into parties, too.  swagger, even.

elijah's bizarre train of thought is derailed when daniel slides his hands into elijah's already-unbuttoned pants and gives his ass a good two-handed squeeze under the gray knit of his trousers but over the blue cotton of his boxers.  elijah swallows a moan and, as daniel sweeps his tongue into elijah's mouth again, elijah tries to think about haggling over contracts to keep from coming right then.  guided by daniel's hands still all over his ass, elijah grinds himself forward causing just a bit of sweet friction between himself and the hard-on trying to squirm out of daniel's own half-undone pants.  elijah slips his hands between them and undoes those in-the-way pants the rest of the way, sliding them down over daniel's creamy thighs.

christ, elijah thinks, again trying not to come far too quickly like a thirteen-year-old.

daniel's not wearing any underwear.

holy mother of god.

elijah recovers valiantly from that delicious shock and slides his hands back up the inside of daniel's thighs, melting at the baby-softness of the skin, the silk of it under his fingertips.  daniel breaks their kiss and mewls a bit at elijah's soft strokes before latching his lips onto elijah's neck and sucking, hard.

elijah takes the hint and slides one palm over the tip of daniel's cock, moving its moisture down over the rest of the shaft.  daniel bucks predictably, and elijah allows himself a moment to smile.  what he would've given at daniel's age for a night like this one....  this is bliss, elijah thinks as daniel licks the mark he's left on elijah's neck.  sheer bliss.  maybe even for both of them.

daniel bucks again against the pressure of elijah's hand, and elijah eases back.  daniel seems to think this means elijah is giving control back to him, and he takes it before elijah can protest.

before he can blink again, elijah is on his back across the soft white down comforter on the bed and daniel's got elijah's pants and his boxers down around elijah's ankles and there are two soft hands and one soft tongue stroking the insides of elijah's thighs.  elijah instinctively kicks off the material binding his ankles together and spreads his legs wider, curling them in at the knees so daniel can have better access.

as daniel slides his tongue up the underside of elijah's cock, elijah knows if he thinks about daniel being only thirteen sweet years old he'll come, so he doesn't.  not at all.  not even for a moment.  god.

as daniel licks across the tip of elijah's cock, elijah locks his eyes with the younger boy's and, again, elijah almost climaxes.  there is power there in daniel's blue eyes, an incredible power that only comes from knowing you have something that everyone else wants, something that you alone can distribute.  elijah is glad he left his conscience at home.

daniel breaks their eye contact to get back to work, and, moments later, elijah feels warm wetness teasing his opening.  again going on instinct alone, his mind too clouded with lust and desire to do anything else, he pulls his knees to his chest and whimpers as daniel's tongue skirts again over his hole.  when it dips in, elijah whimpers again, deeper this time, and with even more need.  when elijah's whimpers become pleading cries, daniel backs away.

luckily for elijah, who's just on the edge of sanity out of need, the boy is small enough that no more needs to be done to prepare.  in one sweet, frictioned slide, daniel eases into elijah.  when he's in all the way, he pauses and elijah stares at the blue-eyed angel boy now buried inside him.  daniel looks up, eyes still hot with power and lust, and moves a bit inside elijah, teasing him, a wicked smile on his lips.

"what do you want, elijah?" daniel asks, his voice sinful.  god, even just the way he says his name.  again elijah struggles to not come, not yet, not quite yet.  he bites his lower lip and wiggles a bit, unable to answer daniel's question, unable to say "fuck me" even though he wants to, because, absurdly, he thinks he shouldn't say such things to this boy.

daniel takes the hint.  elijah figures it's not just for him -- even though the boy is obviously skilled and obviously riding the crest of an incredible wave of power, he's still only thirteen and therefore bound to come way the fuck too soon.

daniel's got both of his hands on elijah's hips, holding him steady to make sure elijah remembers who's in control, so elijah takes hold of his own cock and strokes in time with daniel's movements inside of him.  their eyes never leave each other, and the blue lightning of daniel's power-crazed gaze turns elijah on to a degree he didn't think possible.  in the end, elijah comes first, having been outlasted by a thirteen year old, though this thought does not bother elijah at the time.

when daniel comes, it's with a pant and a muted squeal and three quick breaths.  elijah swallows hard as he watches the boy close his eyes during his climax; without the steely blue gaze, daniel looks incredibly young.

oh fuck.  fuckity fuck.  fuck fuck fuck.

elijah's conscience returns to him as quickly as it had made its earlier departure.
 

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