Bondmates

AN: Here's the second chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Please comment--it encourages me to write and can be useful if you have any suggestions.

Chapter 2

Teeth scraped against his nipple. He jerked, his fingers twined themselves into rich brown tresses.

Though he could feel his lover’s smirk against his skin, Taylor didn’t have the presence of mind to scold him. He made a mental note to do so after they were done. The feeling of Elijah’s tongue flicking over the previously assaulted nub completely banished thought from his mind. He shuddered as that sensuous tongue curled about his sensitive nipple.

Even as Elijah’s mouth suckled and teased at Taylor’s chest, his hands were sliding up the insides of his lover’s golden thighs. Taylor’s legs parted readily at his touch and not for the first time Elijah was fascinated at his Korean lover’s flexibility.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

As expected, Taylor didn’t give him a coherent reply—his mouth was still around his nipple after all. But he got a general sense of approval.

Elijah reluctantly abandoned Taylor’s dusky nipples to nose his way down his stomach. He paused at his lover’s navel to dip his tongue into the hollow there, in mimicry of what he intended to do using different parts of their bodies. Then he continued his path. He stopped again at the tip of Taylor’s swollen sex to delicately lick the precum off the tip, causing his lover to buck against him.

He bit back a moan as one of Taylor’s silken slender legs brushed against his own engorged member.

“Fuck, Tae.”

Taylor’s only response was to repeat the action, this time purposefully sliding his leg along the length of Elijah’s erection.

Elijah hissed and bit the inside of his lover’s thigh.

Taylor shoved his leg hard against his balls.

“Fuck!”

In the back of his mind, Taylor cackled gleefully. Elijah only ever swore during sex. And he had already done so twice.

His self-congratulation was quickly ended when Elijah pulled at his legs, sliding his naked body easily down the black silk sheets. Without the support of the pillows against his back, Taylor found himself helpless against his green-eyed lover’s onslaught. His cock twitched as those startling green eyes met his own. With a smirk, Elijah pushed Taylor’s legs apart, and pressed his face against the black down of Taylor’s balls. Taking them into his mouth, he hummed.

With a cry, Taylor thrashed against him, but Elijah’s hands, pressed against his thighs, kept him from getting any leverage.

“‘lijah, ‘lijah, ‘lijah” he chanted over and over again.

Releasing the Taylor’s testicles, he nuzzled his way to his lover’s lovely rose-colored entrance. Teasingly, he flitted his tongue against the puckered opening. The panting cries that he heard above him made his cock tighten even more.

Not yet he thought to himself…

And plunged his tongue into the hot needy body.

Taylor cried out as Elijah’s slick writhing tongue forced its way inside of him. His tongue…his fucking tongue…Oh my God… His cock was so hard it hurt. One hand traveled down his body, desperate to ease the pressure of his arousal. But his fumbling hand was trapped by Elijah’s.

Taylor’s mind blanked as he both watched and felt his lover drag both their hands down his gleaming skin. He threw his head back and panted as his fingertips felt where Elijah’s burning tongue joined his body.

Elijah’s pushing of Taylor’s fingers into his own slick opening along with his tongue was too much.

Taylor shook.

“S-stop…’lijah…I…I…can’t…”

Yet Elijah toned out his lover’s desperate pleas, refusing to stop his plunder of his Taylor’s body. He pressed his tongue against the velvety walls, basking in the tight heat of the body around him. He twined in around his love’s newly added fingers, teasing them deeper into the addicting heat.

Almost…

He rubbed his tongue as deep as he could, just short of where he knew Taylor’s pleasure point was.

“‘lijah! Fuckin’ fuck me already!”

There.

He withdrew, quickly swiped his cock with lube, threw Taylor’s legs over his shoulders, and in one swift motion, was seated deeply inside the familiar heat of his lover.

“Tae…” he gasped.

Taylor writhed, his hand clutching at the bed sheets. “I…ah…you…gah…”

Elijah’s hips began short gentle thrusts as he waited for Taylor’s body to adjust. The tightening of Taylor’s legs behind his neck, pulling him deeper, was his signal.

He pulled out. Taylor’s body tried to follow his motion, tried to keep him inside, but Elijah held his hips down. Taylor whimpered at the empty feeling that resulted from his withdrawal.

And then Elijah shoved back inside, angling just so. His beloved cried out as he hit his prostrate dead on.

Elijah groaned at the tight silk entrapping his cock. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Needing to somehow capture those delicious throaty moans that Taylor was making, he drove himself upward and captured that tempting sex-red mouth with his own. He thrust his tongue into this willing entrance of his lover’s body.

Elijah’s fingers trailed behind his dark-eyed lover’s back, along his cleft, past his own balls, and finally stopped upon grabbing Taylor’s cock.

Taylor screamed.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!”

Elijah lost control.

He pulled out quickly, and slammed back in. Over and over. Taylor grasped the sheets tightly to keep from being pushed into the head board as his lover did his best to drive his cock all the way to Taylor’s heart.

The only sounds in the room were Taylors moaning, Elijah’s panting, and the sounds of their wet bodies coming together. Taylor’s hands were clenched in the sheets while Elijah’s hands pumped him in time with the rhythm of their bodies’ joining.

All the sensations…Elijah’s cock inside of Taylor’s, Taylor’s heat spasming around him, Elijah’s hands encasing him…It was all too much.

Time seemed to stop…with Elijah shoved so deep inside of Taylor that they were inseparable…and then it barreled forward again.

They cried out in unison as Elijah exploded deep within his lover, and Taylor simultaneously came, come splattering against their bodies.

Gasping for breath, the two lay there for an indefinite time.

“I missed you,” Taylor finally said hoarsely.

Elijah chuckled. “Mm-hmm…And we last saw each other…this morning?”

Taylor whacked his chest. “You know what I meant.”

“We last had sex this morning too?”

“Grr…You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

Silence.

“You do.”

A quaking moan.

“You do.” There was definitely a smirk there.

“Fuck you.”

“Actually, I do believe I just fucked you…but if you’d like to have another go…”

Pause. Then breathily, “Insufferable.”

“Uh-huh.”


Later that night…

“So what actually happened today…between you and that…person?”

Elijah paused in his washing of the dishes (that they had rather forgotten about earlier) to look over his shoulder at the form of his lover, curled up on the living room sofa.

“Hm?”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me. You know what I’m talking about.”

Elijah barely managed to keep in a smile at Taylor’s serious tone of voice. His lover was very…possessive of him. It really was quite funny. But then again, he supposed that he’d probably act similarly should he find out about someone trying to bed Taylor.

But since he didn’t know of any, he was quite content to watch his lover fume over Elijah’s obsessive wannabe-lover.

“Oh, you mean Vince?”

“OFCOURSE I MEAN HIM!” Pause. “AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING HIM VINCE?!”

“How about we drop the caps lock for now? Use your indoor voice.”

Taylor gave him a strange look. I’m going out with a crazy person…if only that guy knew how weird Elijah is…

“‘lijah…”

“Tae.”

Taylor pouted, giving his best wounded puppy eyes. “‘lijah.”

Elijah sighed. Those dark eyes worked on him every time. “Really, nothing much happened.”

“Much?” Taylor fidgeted with the fray of a cushion.

Elijah dried his hands on a towel, then strode into the living room and took his lover’s hands.

“It was just the usual, Tae-love. He tried to get me jealous, hit on me a bit, and that’s it. Honest.”

Taylor gave him a look that said that he didn’t believe him but he was willing to let it go.

The green-eyed man smiled, pulled Taylor into his arms, and gently stroked his hair.

“And what about you? You had a bit of an episode too, right?”

“Er…no?”

Elijah snorted. “Uh-huh. You were angry enough that I had to call you to make sure everything was okay since you were closed off. What happened?”

Taylor’s eyes flitted to the side. He said nothing.

“Kim Taewoo.”

Taylor started fidgeting again. “Well, you see…you know that guy at work that has been bothering me for a while?”

“Andrew, right? It always seemed to me that he was trying to get you to be more sociable…not really bothering you…”

“Hey! I AM sociable.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I hate you.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, continue.”

Taylor pouted again, but continued nevertheless. “Well, he saw me looking at a magazine…”

“This magazine wouldn’t happen to be that recently released Star Struck one with Vince and me on the front, would it?”

“Um…maybe?”

Elijah shook his head. He had a feeling that he knew where this was headed.

“So I’m guessing that he figured out either that you didn’t like Vince, or that you rather liked me, or perhaps both…”

“…Maybe…?”

“And then made some kind of joke about the situation, hence upsetting you.”

“Don’t make it seem so light.”

“So…then what happened?”

“Er…well…He said that he wanted you!”

Elijah had to laugh, he couldn’t help it. “So that’s what made you mad?”

‘Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.”

Elijah covered his smile with the back of his hand. “Okay, but it really is quite silly of you, Tae-love.”

“It is not!”

“Oh? So it’s not odd for some everyday person to be sexually attracted to a pretty well-known model? Or any celebrity for that matter. You of all people should know that. After all, weren’t you…”

*Bzzzzzz*

They both turned to look curiously at the door to their apartment. Who could possibly be stopping by that late at night?

Elijah rose, and pulled Taylor up after him.

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” Elijah murmured as he turned to go.

Taylor nodded. He was used to answering the door. The press didn’t know that Elijah lived there, and that was how they wanted to keep things.

He stood up on his toes as he peered through the peephole of the door. His eyes widened. Quickly he threw open the door.

In the doorway stood two boys, who appearance-wise couldn’t have been much younger than Taylor and Elijah’s twenty-two years of age.

The clothes of both were tattered and bloodstained.

Given the gaping wounds visible, it was probably their own blood.

The smaller of the two, who seemed to be holding up the other’s entire weight, looked desperately up into Taylor’s face.

He shakily held up a small white orb.

“Please…please…help us…”

Taylor watched wide-eyed as the boy’s eyes fluttered shut and the two forms tipped over…

And suddenly, Elijah was there. With ease, he pulled them into the apartment and gently laid them out on the wooden floor.

His eyes met Taylor’s…which were already completely black, without a speck of white visible.