Old Enemies... (S/X)

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Part 43

How could he ruin this? How could he tell Elliot the truth when it was likely to destroy their relationship?

He held the blond tightly, trying to find a way, but it was hopeless. His El was still reeling from accepting himself after all this time. How could Trevor expect him to accept the oddity of HIS origins, especially when it was so much… worse, although less violent, than Elliot’s own past.

He swallowed hard, sighing almost silently as his hand moved slowly over Elliot’s naked spine. The blond’s confessions and his own touches had led to a truly amazing bout of love making, but now that they were both relaxed and basking, Trevor felt guilty. He should have forced himself to hold back, even with El’s hot, tight form pressing against him, his mouth begging to be possessed. But he hadn’t.

No, he’d done what his body demanded. He’d stripped them both bare and drowned himself in the sensation of need, want… maybe even love.

That thought made him pause. Love? Was it possible…? He’d only known Elliot for a short time… in person. Was it even possible that he… loved him so quickly? And just as importantly, was it possible that Elliot could care for HIM?

Trevor groaned silently, unwilling to even entertain the notion that the human man could actually LOVE him. It was too much to ask or expect, no matter how much it might complete the terms of his deal. He still had fifty years. There was no way the powers would let him go so quickly… OR so easily.

And the fact that he hadn’t asked himself whether he could love Elliot at all suddenly seemed telling. He knew he could. Hell, the man was just so interesting and exciting and engrossing… and even more so now that his dominant and submissive sides were merging… not that merging was bad, because being balanced between the two was...

Trevor groaned again, out loud this time. Oh, yeah… he loved him. He should have known it as soon as he’d gotten jealous about Robert. It was a stunning blow.

It was the soft and disturbed sound that dragged Elliot from the languid, floaty place he was in. One hand moved slowly up and down Trevor’s chest as he tried to reproduce the purr Trevor had used earlier, only to frown as the effort failed.

He pulled himself slowly from the strong, comforting arms and sat partly up, resting on his elbow as he stared into the usually bright brown eyes that seemed… muted in that moment. “Trev,” he said softly, his free hand slowly caressing the chiseled chest, “Tell me. Whatever it is, just… talk to me, okay? It… it can’t be worse than what I’ve told you about me…”

The recently human man barked out a disbelieving laugh. “It can,” he said seriously. “It IS.” Trevor swallowed hard, then pulled away and curled in on himself as he began talking. He figured he owed Elliot that much.

Elliot frowned more than once during Trevor’s monologue. He also found himself pressing closer to his lover, his hands mirroring the soft soothing touches the other man had given him when he’d been so distraught. Finally he sighed. “I don’t care,” he said honestly. “Trevor… I don’t care. We all have baggage. Yours is just more… weighty than most.” He meant it, too. “I… kind of… well, you mean a lot to me.” He wasn’t sorry to admit that much although it was quite possible that ‘a lot’ was a severe understatement. He just couldn’t voice it. Not yet, anyway. It was… too soon, and… how could he be sure? No, he wasn’t certain yet and it would just be cruel to both of them if he said something he might not really mean.

Trevor relaxed back into the soft, gentle strokes, feeling Elliot behind him as the man’s hands moved slowly over his skin. “You… you don’t care,” he finally managed to say, unable to believe it. “You don’t want to… leave…?”

Elliot chuckled. If he hadn’t ever met Harris, his life would have been much simpler. But he HAD met the brunette and he’d known that nothing would ever be the same again. And then he’d met Trevor, and there was no denying what he thought he was starting to feel for HIM. A normal life was WAY overrated.

Still, he wanted and needed, and a huge part of that was… knowing when to give in. “Trev,” he whispered, “I’ll only leave if you ask me to… but I hope you won’t ask…”

His laugh was slightly disbelieving as he turned in Elliot’s arms to give him a wide-eyed stare. “I… no. I won’t ask. I don’t want you to go.”

“Good,” the blond replied simply, settling against his lover’s heated form. “Because I might have been lying when I said would. I’m not exactly sure about that but it seems likely.”

And all Trevor could do was laugh again, more happily this time. His arms wrapped tightly around the other man and he held him closer. “Don’t go,” he said again, whispering the words this time.

Elliot smiled softly, placing a slow, gentle kiss on Trevor’s lips instead of responding in words, and as it turned out, that was exactly what the brunette had needed to hear.

“Uh, should we call the House? Let them know where we are…?” he asked after a few minutes, not really wanting to but feeling like they’d skipped out on the others. A drink at the pub was one thing, but this was something else entirely… something much better than just a drink, but also more time consuming.

Trevor shook his head, his lips engaged with placing a small hickey on the man’s neck. “They can… call my… cell… if they… need us…” he mumbled against salty skin.

The blond groaned quietly, one hand tangling in thick brown hair. “I don’t think they could… possibly… need us as much as I… need you… right now, Trev…”

And those were the last words recognizable as such to emerge from either of their mouths for quite some time.