Apocalyptic Love

Chapter 8: The Cooperation

"interesting...." he pulled a picture out of his pocket "can you make her? Exactly as she was?" He asked, setting the photo down for them both to see. If he could get his beloved Miss Mead back, all would be well once more.

The two guys looked at each other unsurely. If this guy really was who they thought he was, they didn't want to piss him off. "Yeah, man, whatever," they said. "But it's gonna be pricey. Are we supposed to make her have her memories or anything?" Elliott stood off to the side, arms crossed as he watched the whole thing.

Michael scoffed, this wasn't worth his time. He touched Elliott's arm to let him know they were leaving as he began to walk out of the door. Some 'true believers' they were. Really all they were were high dipshits. He didn't even reach the door when he heard "no no no no" Mutt shouted, hoping he would stay "dude is not that like we don't believe you know we just thought you'd be like...more ripped like making us piss our pants or somethin." Michael turned around and crossed his arms, listening.

Elliott raised an eyebrow, clasping his hands behind his back and watching them. "We can do it, we just need you to tell us what to do," Jeff finally agreed. "Anything for the savior. If that's really who you are."

Michael sighed and made his way forward, lifting up his hair to show them the mark before he turned around again. They sat over lunch, working out all of the details when Michael finally stood "Alright...I'll leave you to work." He smiled and touched Elliott's arm again, walking out with him. "Let's get a hotel while we wait" he whispered into his ear

Elliott smiled softly, linking his arm with Michael's and glancing back to the two idiots before walking out of the building. "So do you feel like you understand how things are going now?" he asked, noticing how full of confidence Michael appeared. "You're practically glowing."

"I think I do." He smiled, kissing Elliott's cheek. "And I wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing without you." He smiled, getting into the elevator with him. When they exited the building, Michael walked just down the street to a hotel with Elliott, easily getting them a room for free. "There are so many things I want to do to you right now." He whispered into his companion's ear as they made their way down the hall to the room

Elliott was rather amused once again at Michael using his powers to get them a free room, but he felt shivers go down his spine at the blonde whispering in his ear. "Oh really?" he asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips. "Like what?"

Michael smirked, "Like marking you all up, fucking you until you can't stand anymore." He bit his lower lip. "I'm going to make you scream and beg " he growled into his ear, opening the room door and locking it behind them before he pushed his lips against Elliott's, kissing him in a lustful, feverish fashion

Elliott practically moaned just at the idea of Michael's words, tugging on his shirt to pull him closer into the heated kiss. He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of this night with Michael, having a feeling that they wouldn't get to do this again for a while.

The blonde pulled off Elliott's shirt and tossed it aside, hands instantly wandering over his body as he trailed kisses down his neck and began to be true to his word, marking Elliott's neck and chest all over. Michael felt that this would be the last time for a while too, and he hated that feeling, but he decided to push it aside and focus on now

Elliott moaned softly, raising a hand to enchant the room so that whatever sounds they made wouldn't escape. "God, you weren't kidding were you?" he said softly, feeling the blonde's lips moving down his neck and his chest.

Michael smirked "I wasnt.." he answered, noting Elliott's use of his powers. He trailed his marks down to Elliott's waistband, trailing his tongue just above the fabric as he dropped to his knees. He undid Elliotts pants with his teeth, pulling them down and trailing his tongue along the bulge in his lover's boxers. He looked up at Elliott through his lashes, a seductive, lustful look glazing over his ice blue eyes