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[Aug. 19th, 2009|11:36 pm] |
It wasn't often that Lewis actually went looking for Elgyn, but tonight he went from room to room, peeking inside to see if Elgyn was there. He was just about ready to give up, trudging down the stairs with his head hung low. He slid his hand down the rail and noticed that it was dusty. At least he had a purpose now and he went to the broom closet in the utility room to get some dusting supplies.
For most of the night Elgyn had been out, preying on the helpless because he could. When he came back there was the faintest traces of blood on the collar of his shirt, but even if it hadn't been present the flush to his cheeks would have given away the fact that he had indeed eaten. Coming in to find Lewis looking for dusting supplies he just smiled and let his fingertips run up the back of the boy's neck. Alarming, he was certain, because he was so silent in his approach.
Lewis's body clenched, flinching down away from the touch because it did indeed surprise him. He turned around and when he saw that it was Elgyn, he relaxed--although he knew he shouldn't have. . "I was looking for you," he said as he stood up straight and smiled at the man. When he caught sight of the life to Elgyn's cheeks he knew where he'd been.
"I was eating." Elgyn reached his hand up and brushed his fingers through Elgyn's hair, sweeping it out of his face. "What have you been doing my darling?" He referred to him as such becuase even after all this time he still considered Lewis his boy.
He closed his eyes briefly at the touch and that word 'darling.' He liked it a great deal and tried to allow himself to dwell on it. "Cleaning, cooking. What else do I do?" He chewed on his lip, glancing down at his feet. He wasn't usually shy, so there was clearly something on his mind.
"Well why don't you stop cleaning for a spell and come down to my room with me." His sanctuary. Lewis was one of the few people who ever got invited down there and one of the few people that ever came back out alive. The bed in there was a king, full of pillows and blankets, no windows, so he slept in a bed instead of a coffin.
Lewis nodded and shut the broom closet door. He would take care of the dust later because Lewis was the type of person who would remember it. He followed Elgyn down to the room, rather quiet. Being in Elgyn's room was nice--it felt secure.
Elgyn put his hand on the small of Lewis' back and he directed him towards the bed so that the smaller boy could climb up on. It was fairly high off of the ground but he let Lewis climb on on his own. "Lay down. I am going to change my shirt and then I will be back."
Maybe it was twisted, but he liked how Elgyn's bed made him feel like a little boy. Hoisting himself up easily onto it, he settled himself into its softness. He wanted to tell Elgyn that he shouldn't change his shirt, something in Lewis liked the evidence of blood there, but he didn't dare comment. It was probably wrong for someone like him to like the fact that Elgyn killed people, but not him. He laid on his stomach, resting his chin up on his hand as he kicked his feet casually up behind him.
The shirt was ruined so he threw it away and grabbed a new one from the stock of them in his closet. He buttoned it up halfway and then came back to the bed. There was no climbing for Elgyn, he floated up off of the floor and onto the bed to lay down beside Lewis. His arm hooked around his waist and he leaned in to kiss his neck below his ear.
"My father got reelected," he said casually, even though everything else about his body language was saying that this had somehow upset him. He didn't know what he was expecting, telling Elgyn, but it had been bothering him so long that he had to say something out loud, just to get it out there.
"You have no father now." Elgyn turned him over onto his back and he kissed across the front of his throat, his hand rubbing onto his hip slowly. "I am your father and Bernadette is your mother now. We will care for you for as long as there is breath in your lungs and long after, little lover." He nipped at his collarbone but didn't break the skin.
Lewis sighed, a slow exhale that only Elgyn could truely coax from him. He swallowed, trying to prevent himself from making any telltale signs of arousal. Wasn't it wrong to love those words so much, even though Elgyn did some of the same things to Lewis that his real father had. And Bernadette, as wicked and detached as his own mother. "You'll care for my dead body, Elgyn?" He smiled a little as he imagined himself with no breath, no pulse.
"You will not die a permanent death, little one. I will make sure you are this beautiful for an eternity." Elgyn had no intention of letting Lewis age much farther than he was and he certainly had no intention of letting him die. "But keep that between us."
His eyes fluttered open and closed, surprised by that. He'd always viewed his stay in this place as temporary, until he died, or until the vampires lost interest--more than likely the later in Lewis's imagination. "I don't know if I could stand not being human for you," he said with uncertainty.
"I think you would make a beautiful little vampire. Or if you would like I will bind your spirit to mine." It meant if Elgyn died that Lewis would or if Lewis died than Elgyn would be considerably weaker. Of course Lewis would be stronger and harder to kill. "If you want, you would never get any older than this. You will never be sick. Never died so long as I am living."
Even though Lewis had been in the mansion for well over a few years, he still didn't understand all of the things that vampires could do. Elgyn usually overwhelmed him with his presence, but now the man was overwhelming him with ideas. Lewis flushed, heart rate picking up as he slid his hands up Elgyn's chest and then back down. "That's not human," he noted.
"Yes. You will live and breathe and eat and you can go out during the day." he would essentially be human. "It is called being a human servant. You will just live as long as I am living."
Lewis laughed and gave Elgyn a shove that just showed how completely weak he was against the vampire. "I'm already a servant around here. No one does the fricking laundry. And that food doesn't cook itself." Not that any of the vampires needed food, but all of the others running around the house did. After a second, his laughter died and he looked away from Elgyn's gaze.
"You will not be a servant to anyone but me, you would be mine." That was all he wanted, he didn't want anyone else to have him. "I love you, Lewis, I do not want to be apart from you."
Once again, Lewis looked caught off guard. "You do?" That was something he'd never expected the man to feel, and certainly not to say. "I love you too--" It felt strange to say not because it wasn't true, but because he'd never pictured something like this happening. "What will Bernadette say?"
"She will just have to deal with it." Because Elgyn was banking on her loving the two of them enough not to kill them if he did it without telling her. "If she said no I would have to steal you away."
Deal with it. That's what Lewis was afraid of. Since Elgyn was capable of this, Lewis was suddenly afraid that Bernadette was capable of Elgyn-like wrath. "You would steal me away? You wouldn't leave this place," he stretched up to kiss Elgyn on the mouth, trying to distract him from what he thought might be a mistake.
"I would leave this place. But I don't think shewould let us both go." He pressed a kiss to his forehead and then down to his mouth. "I want you."
"You'd leave Bernadette?" He said quietly and with a fair amount of shocked reverence. The kiss stole his breath though and he whimpered a little bit at the way Elgyn could make him feel. "You have me," he said thickly.
"Be mine." Elgyn whispered to him, his eyes dark as he said it. He wanted to bind Lewis to him, he was even willing to risk Bernadette's wrath to get it. "Forever."
Some part of him screamed that this was the wrong way to make a decision: underneath Elgyn's perfect body and his intense eyes. But Lewis nodded anyway. "Okay," he agreed. He didn't know how it worked or what would happen to him, but he trusted Elgyn even though commons sense said he probably shouldn't. Though Elgyn had never hurt him more than he could handle before.
There was a large part of him that wanted to do it immediately but he didn't. Instead he brushed his hair back and pressed another sweet kiss to his mouth. "We will speak more of this soon."
He groaned a little bit, afraid that if he didn't do it now, he would be too afraid to do it later. Instead of protesting too much though, he just wallowed in Elgyn's attention. "All right."
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