Soon they were at a building that seemed to be covered in one-way glass. "What's here?" He asked, confused
The lady began to explain. "Well... us believers... we all know each other. We're like a community. If you go inside, you'll find who you're looking for." Elliott glanced at Michael unsurely before getting out of the car, looking up at the building.
Michael got out as well, turning back to the woman "you're not coming?" He asked, holding Elliott's hand. He didn't really understand what was going on, but he supposed he would know soon enough either way.
"Oh no, I don't think it would be right for me to come along. But you two go on ahead, you'll find what you're looking for." Elliott squeezed Michaels hand gently, sighing softly. There truly was no point in trying to figure this out ahead of time.
Michael nodded "thank you for all your help." He smiled and walked with Elliott to the doors, still rather confused as to what was going on. Something told him the top floor was where he needed to be, and so he went with Elliott to the elevator and pressed the button. He looked over to Elliott, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him gently as they rode in the elevator. "How are you feeling my love?" He asked, curious to know what Elliott thought of all this
Elliott looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek gently. "I'm just... a little nervous, a little confused, but I'm okay," he said softly. A small smile spread on his lips as Michael kissed him again.
Michael nodded and smiled, bringing his hand up to his lips. "You have nothing to fear my love " he looked into his eyes. "I'm here." He promised. As the exited the elevator they were greeted by a woman with a disdainful look on her face. "I'm sorry, they aren't taking any appointments today." Though the woman said she was sorry, it was quite obvious she wasn't, and she was rather rude. "I think they'll change their minds when they realize who I am." Michael offered a tight, almost demeaning smile at her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes "that's what everyone says, don't think you're special " She said, standing. "Leave at once or I'll call security. " she sneered. Michael sighed and waved his hand over her face "we didn't have this conversation, you didn't see us walk in" he said to her, watching her sit back down with a confused daze before she continued to type as nothing had happened
Elliott raised an eyebrow, watching her go back to her seat with a confused expression on her face. He glanced back to Michael, a small smile growing on his face. "You know what you're doing?" he asked, stepping out of the elevator with him. "This is a weird place."
Michael smiled "babe I have no fucking clue what I'm doing" he laughed as he walked into the room to see two idiots snorting coke out of a giant bowl. He sighed softly and rubbed his forehead, wondering what in the fuck he was supposed to do with this.
Elliott almost began laughing on the spot at their haircuts, but they finally looked up and noticed them. "Whoa, whoa, who are you?" one of them spoke up. Elliott stepped to the side. "This is Michael Langdon, and I presume you two are believers of the black church?" he asked, noticing a few of the pentagram-like things littering their desk areas.
Michael looked at them. "I was told to come here, that you could bring someone very close to be back from the dead." He spoke with power, a regalness about his tone, nothing like when he spoke privately with Elliott. It was like a switch was flipped and he was antichrist Michael now, but with Elliott, he could be just Michael
Elliott watched Michael, a prideful feeling in his chest as he saw the way he looked when he spoke. "Uh, well..." one of them started. "I don't know about bringing someone BACK, but... we have our methods of creating people." He turned towards a computer, beginning to explain exactly what kind of machines they made.
"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
Elliott bit his lip gently, looking down at Michael and threading his fingers into the blonde's curly hair. His erection was straining against his boxers at this point, and he moaned softly. "Come on, Michael, baby please don't keep me waiting forever," he whined softly.
Michael laughed a bit "but it's so cute to see you begging" he countered, pulling his boxers down just enough for the tip of Elliott's length to be revealed. He sucked on it for a moment before trailing his tongue along it, fingernails digging into Elliott's thighs once more
Elliott tilted his head back, groaning softly. "Michael..." he whined again. His hips thrusted involuntarily against the blonde's lips, aching for more of the contact Michael was giving him. "Fuck... come on..."
Michael raised a brow and pulled away completely, standing and cupping Elliott's face in his hand, pulling him close. "You really wanna test my patience?" He smirked, reaching his free hand down to literally rip off Elliott's boxers and grab his length, pumping it harshly and quickly. "Is that what you wanted?" He snarled, smirking
Elliott let out a choked gasp, bucking his hips up into the touch. "Ah... yes Michael... just like that," he moaned out loudly, pressing himself against the boy's still clothed chest. The mix of slight pain and pleasure added to the growl in Michael's tone was already doing it for him. "Fuck...!"
Michael snickered and stopped his actions "you're so dirty~" he cooed, reaching the hand that had been pumping Elliott's erection moments before back up to tangle in his hair and yank on the perfect dark curls. He growled lowly and wrapped his other hand around Elliott's throat, his grip was firm, but not tight enough to actually hurt him. "Why don't you tell me just exactly what you want me to do to you." He licked his lips, eyes alight with excitement.
A soft whine left his lips when Michael pulled his hand away, but it was immediately replaced by a moan when he grasped his throat instead. "Fuck me... do whatever you want to me..." he breathed, tugging desperately on the blonde's shirt. "Make me yours, Michael, please..." he begged. Elliott could feel himself losing control, just like he had when he'd gotten angry in the black mass. When he was around Michael, he just couldn't help but give in to his urges.
"You want it so bad? He removed his hand from Elliott's throat, his other hand still gripping his curls, and pulled off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside before pushing Elliott down to his knees, pushing his cock past the male's soft lips. "Take it then." He urged, looking down at Elliott's lust filled face as he began to fuck his throat.
Elliott closed his eyes tightly as he concentrated on not gagging, taking Michael's cock down his throat. He kept as still as possible, letting the blonde set the rhythm and moaning softly around his length. The brunette grasped onto Michael's hips, trying to keep himself steady at the rapid pace.
Michael continued to thrust into Elliott's mouth, growling lowly before he pulled away and pulled Elliott back up, kissing him lovingly. He loved being dominant with Elliott, seeing him act like a needy little whore, but he wanted to remind Elliott that he did still love him. He slipped off his own shirt, pulling Elliott close and resting his hands on the male's waist as he kissed him again.
Elliott hummed softly against his lips, once again sliding his hands up the male's torso to wrap his arms around his shoulders. There was nothing in the world he loved more than Michael's kissed, whether they were dominant and heated or loving and sweet. They made him feel weak at the knees every time.
Michael smiled against his lips, sitting on the bed and pulling Elliott onto his lap. He broke the kiss for air, keeping eye contact with him as he slid his erection into him, growling lowly in pleasure as he did. "You feel so fucking good..." he breathed, thrusting up into him
Elliott's mouth dropped open, letting out another gasp as Michael entered him without warning. "Fu-uck Michael," he moaned, his voice cracking in the middle of his statement. He kept looking down into the blonde's eyes as he rolled his hips into the thrusts, biting his lower lip. "Just like that, Michael, god yes..."
Michael reveled in Elliott's moans. His thrusts got more forceful and quick and he tugged on Elliott's hair again, wrapping his other hand around his throat. "Call me Daddy" he ordered, pulling him close and kissing him sloppily.
Elliott moaned loudly into the kisses, already feeling a tightening in his stomach. "Oh... daddy...!" he whined loudly, thrusting his hips forward so his cock would brush up against Michael's stomach. "Please daddy, yes, make me cum!"
Michael growled lowly and tightened his grip on Elliott's throat and hair as he rammed up into him harder. He could fell his length twitch with excitement as Elliott began to tighten around him. He stood, holding Elliott's thighs to make sure he didn't fall, and pounded into him even faster, kissing him as he did so. "I want you to scream my name when you cum baby" he growled lowly
Elliott held onto him tightly, wrapping his legs tighter around the male's waist. He tilted his head back, crying out loudly. "Ah fuck, Michael, I'm gonna cum...!" he whimpered, reaching down with one hand to stroke himself quickly. "Michael!" he cried again as he came, spilling over his hand and over the blonde's stomach.
"fuck. Elliott!!" Michael growled out as he shot his cum deep inside of the Male. He laid Elliott down in the bed and laid beside him, panting heavily and laughing a little. "Damn..." he breathed, placing a hand on Elliott's cheek and holding him.
Elliott's chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath, and he looked over at Michael. A teasing grin began to spread across his face as he nestled up against him. "So you like being called daddy, huh?" he teased gently.
Michael smiled and laughed a little bit "only by you." He corrected, kissing him softly. "I love you so much." He said as he stroked his thumb across Elliott's cheek, looking into his eyes.
Elliott smiled softly, tilting his head into the touch. "I love you too," he whispered. "I'm yours and yours alone." He pecked the blonde's lips again and rested his head over on Michael's chest comfortably, simply enjoying his embrace.
Michael smiled and kissed his head. "Is....do you have the feeling this is the last time for a while too?" He asked softly, almost afraid to admit the feeling was even there.
Elliott took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Yeah," he confirmed, wrapping his arm around Michael's torso. "I don't like it... but as long as I'm still with you... I'll be okay," the brunette whispered.
Michael smiled and kissed him. "Elliott Grey..." he started, kissing him softly. "I would love nothing more than if you ruled the new world with me." He said, running his fingers through his hair.
Elliott looked up into Michaels gorgeous blue eyes, a small smile spreading across his lips. "I would be honored, Michael," he whispered back, placing a hand on his cheek. "There's nobody else I'd rather be with. And besides, I think it's kind of our destiny anyway," he said with a soft chuckle, running his fingers over Michael's mark gently.
Michael shuddered at the feeling of Elliott's fingertips brushing over the mark, and he reached up to do the same. "We should get back..." he whispered, though he wanted to stay here forever, he knew if he truly wanted a peaceful life with Elliott, he would have to finish what he started first. And what better way to start than by killing those wretched witches who had killed his beloved mother figure so simply and easily?
Elliott leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping him. "We should," he agreed. "But I don't want to." The brunette leaned forward to press a kiss to Michael's cheek, reaching down to intertwine their fingers. "What are we doing first, when she's finished?" he asked softly.
Michael smiled and kissed his cheek as well. "Well, I'm sure we could have just a little more fun...maybe give them a bit of extra time." He smirked and kissed Elliott again. "I'm going to kill every last one of those witch bitches." He answered, hands roaming over Elliotts bare skin
Elliott hummed softly, feeling Michael's hands trailing over his skin. "They deserve it, baby..." he whispered softly. "They deserve everything that's coming to them for what they did to you. And once they're gone it'll make building the new world so much easier."
"it will.." he agreed, pressing his lips along Elliott's neck, being slow and deliberate with his actions. He loved these special intimate moments with Elliott, even more so now that he could feel the darkness in his lover spreading. "You absolutely intoxicate me.." he admitted in between the kisses he was showering over his neck
Elliott tilted his head up again, chuckling softly. "Funny, I could've said the same thing," he whispered softly, running his fingers through the blonde's hair. "I can feel myself changing, I feel so much stronger, so much more confident.." the brunette whispered, running his fingers down the back of Michael's neck and to the top of his spine. "I'm hardly afraid of anything anymore."
Michael leaned to the touch, smiling. "Good...you have nothing to fear my love" he assured him, trailing his kisses over his collar bone now, shifting a bit to get closer to him. "You wanna show me how much stronger you feel?" He smirked against his skin, kissing over his chest
Elliott hummed softly, tilting his head down to look Michael in the eyes. "Mmm, I would love to," he mumbled softly, lifting Michaels chin to bring him back up to his lips. "I need you, Michael," he whispered against the man's lips, sliding his free hand down his torso to gently taking Michael's length in his hand. "I want you inside me again..."
Michael let out a breath as he felt Elliott's hand on his length, feeling the blood start to rush down. He kissed Elliott lovingly and nodded "Anything for you my love" he smiled against his lips, loving this side of Elliott.
Elliott pushed him over onto his back suddenly, sitting up to straddle Michael's stomach. "You're so gorgeous Michael... " he praised, running his fingers over the blonde's chest and looking down at him. "Do you want to fuck me? Do you wanna take control? Or are you so tired you'll let me do all the work?" he teased.
Michael smiled and reached up to place his hand on Elliott's cheek. "I want whatever you want, baby" he smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "Do you want to take control this time? Or do you want me to make you scream and beg again?" He whispered softly, nipping at his ear lobe
"I do like begging for you," he said softly, kissing him back. Elliott tilted his head to allow Michael access to his neck, sighing shakily. "You're the only one I love to be on my knees for, you're the only one I'll scream for baby..." he whispered against the blonde's ear, grinding down against him and moaning softly at the friction.
Michael groaned at the friction as well, listening to Elliott's words "good." He responded, kissing him warmly. He reached a hand down to grab Elliott's ass firmly, rocking his hips up against the other male
Elliott groaned softly into the kiss. He rolled his hips down against Michael's again, before grabbing his shoulders and rolling over onto his back, pulling Michael on top of him. The brunette wrapped his legs around Michael's waist, pulling back from the kiss to whisper into his ear. "I want you to fucking ruin me, daddy, I don't want to be able to walk when we leave here."
Michael growled lowly and pushed into Elliott once more, making the whole room shake as he pounded into the man. He yanked on his hair, leaning down to bite his neck harshly. Elliott got what he wanted from Michael, and he most definitely planned on delivering
Elliott moaned out loudly, feeling the intense pain of the bite on his neck combined with the pleasure of Michael filling him up. It drove him crazy when the blonde acted like this. "Ah, fuck yes daddy, it's so good," he moaned, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure overtake him. He tangled his fingers into Michael's hair, tugging harshly.
Michael growled out, continuing to ram into him repeatedly. He loved Elliott's moans and whimpers and hearing the smaller male call him daddy made it so much better
Elliott moaned out loudly, feeling his legs shaking as a second orgasm already approached. "Michael... please daddy let me cum," he whined, loving the sweet mix of pain and pleasure. "Choke me, daddy...!"
Michael growled and wrapped his hands around Elliott's throat, squeezing as he pumped Elliott full of his cum for the second time in the past few hours. "Fuck..." he grunted out, riding out his orgasm
Elliott gasped softly as he felt himself being filled up, placing a hand over both of Michael's. "Ah, fuck Michael..." he moaned out as he came again, this time keeping his legs wrapped around the other man's waist. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.
Michael let go of him, flopping down beside if him again and panting heavily "fuck..." he whispered, laughing a bit as he held Elliott. "Come...we should shower." He said, standing and picking the smaller Male up bridal style as he walked with him to the shower. He turned on the water, letting it warm up before he stepped inside with Elliott and gently set him down, still holding on to him in case the poor boy actually couldn't stand yet
Elliott wrapped his arms around Michael's shoulders, keeping the tight hold on him as they got into the shower and he set him down. "Shit-" he cursed, tightening his grip. "I don't think I can stand by myself right now," he said softly, a small laugh escaping him. He looked up at Michael, sighing softly. "That last one kinda hurt."
Michael instantly felt a pang of guilt "I'm sorry my love.." he held him close and began to wash him gently, once he was done with his body he soaped up his curls, gently rinsing the shampoo out and lathering the conditioner through it.
Elliott kept a hold on Michael the whole time, slowly loosening his grip as he felt the soreness go away. "It's okay, love, it was worth it," he whispered softly, leaning to press a loving kiss to his cheek. "I kind of asked for it anyway," the brunette said with a chuckle. "Besides, if I get treated like this every time, I don't mind at all," he teased, enjoying the feeling of Michael washing his hair and cleaning him off.
Michael laughed a bit and kissed his forehead, beginning to wash himself off as well. He turned off the water, grabbing a towel and drying Elliott off before drying himself off as well. With a wave of his hand, he dressed them both in clothes, himself in a charcoal colored peacoat over a black button-up shirt and black slacks, paired with Louis Vuitton dress shoes. He clad Elliott in a similar outfit, though it was a deep grey shade rather than pure black.
Elliott looked down at himself, straightening out his jacket a bit before looking up at Michael with a small smile of approval. "You expect me to act professionally when you look like THAT?" he commented teasingly, reaching over to intertwine their fingers. He pulled him close, kissing him once more before pulling away. "Let's go."
Michael smiled "you expect me to be able to keep my hands off of you at all? You'd look sexy in a garbage bag." He smiled and kissed him back, intertwining their fingers and walking out of the hotel room. He, of course, waved his hand and cleaned the mess, not wanting to be rude to the housekeeping