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After Earth Went Dark: Part III
Chapter 7
Under cover of darkness the group slipped away from the camp. There was no send-off and no fanfare. They left quickly and quietly, and only a select few knew that they were leaving. Even fewer knew what their mission was.
Elliot's mother had burst into tears when Elliot told her he was leaving once more. He held his resolve though. Even though they had just been reunited Elliot knew that he had to do this.
When Elliot's uncle Mark had been informed that he was selected for the mission he agreed instantly and enthusiastically. His wife and sister felt differently of course. Elliot's mother didn't cry that time. Instead she scolded Mark for being foolish and Elliot had to hide a smile.
The time came to leave despite the tears, however. Elliot hugged his family tightly once more and gave baby Markus a kiss on the forehead before making his exit. His heart was heavy as he and Uncle Mark headed for the edge of the camp past the silent rows of tents. They had not even been able to tell the family where exactly they were going. Only that it was an important mission that required a skilled crew.
They fell in with Tyr and the others just outside camp. Jay greeted Elliot with a grin and a soft punch to the shoulder.
"Ready?" The cocky boy asked, hefting his pack.
Elliot took a deep breath before talking one last look over his shoulder at the camp. "Ready." He nodded resolutely.
"There's a camp at the base of the mountain with a bunch of the State boys." Ullr informed them. "They're watching what's going on up here so we're going to have to swing wide around them before heading for the capital."
"Once we're down the mountain it will be about a five-day journey to get there." Tyr continued. "We will not be stopping in any towns. If things go perfectly, the next people we see will be in the capital."
"Things never go perfectly." Marcel commented dryly. Elliot noticed that he seemed more alive than he had in a long time. He had shaved the five o'clock shadow off his neck and sharp jawline and his eyes had a hint of that youthful spark of energy that he had possessed when performing with the traveling theater.
Jay obviously noticed this as well. He and Marcel had been somewhat distant since the Vanir had set up camp in the mountains. As they set out however, the two of them quickly fell into step together, talking quietly to one another.
Of course, Elliot walked alongside Tyr. He wanted to put his hand in Tyr's but knew he shouldn't. Even though it was dark, it would still have been obvious to anyone close enough. That included Uncle Mark. Elliot didn't know how his uncle would feel if he knew about Elliot's feelings for Tyr. Even though Mark was married to someone quite a bit younger than him, Alice was still several years older than Elliot. Elliot wondered if that would make a difference in his uncle's mind.
Moving down the mountain took a long time. They had to cut far to the north while they still had the night on their side to avoid catching attention from the New State. The early rays of dawn were just beginning to tint the sky when Tyr felt comfortable turning them east once more.
It felt good to travel again. Elliot hadn't realized just how much he missed the life on the road with Tyr. In order to travel more stealthily, they split into two columns on either side of the main road. Tyr led one and Ullr led the other as they kept to the tree line to avoid unwanted attention. Every hour or so, Tyr would let out a shrill whistling birdcall that would be returned a few seconds later. This was their way of communicating and making sure they were continuing on the same path.
In the late morning, the two groups met up once more. They had agreed they would do most of their traveling at night and rest during the day. This way they could risk a small fire and not worry about it being seen from far off.
Unfortunately, sleeping during the day also prevented Elliot and Tyr from enjoying much alone time. After their heartfelt conversations, and the intimate connection they had made, this distance was even harder to bear than usual. Even now, Elliot still blushed when Tyr caught him staring. And on the times when Elliot found Tyr looking at him, Tyr's stone mask would crack ever so slightly with a hint of a smile.
These subtle exchanges went on for the first few days of their new adventure and the tension continued to build. They did not encounter anyone or run into trouble with the New State but feeling so close to Tyr and yet so far apart was beginning to wear on Elliot.
On their third evening of travel, Tyr had moved off from the group to scout ahead. Beforehand however, he had spared the time to specifically tell Elliot where he was going. This was uncharacteristic of Tyr as he usually would simply melt into the night only to reappear some time later. Elliot realized that Tyr must be starting to feel the frustration as well.
"You and Tyr, hmm?" Uncle Mark stepped up behind Elliot, startling him violently. For such a large man he moved very quietly.
"What do you mean?" Elliot asked even though he of course knew what Uncle Mark was talking about.
"Come on, Elliot." Mark chided. "We may not have been close when you were young, but I grew up with your mom and the two of you are a lot alike."
Elliot said nothing, waiting for his uncle to elaborate.
"She would get that same look. Slightly wrinkled nose, frown on one side. Any time she was trying to hide how she was feeling." Mark chuckled. "And I spent years in the military with men like Tyr. He might have an exterior like a granite slab, but everyone has eyes for someone. And he only has eyes for you."
Elliot's heartbeat quickened with worry. Had it really been that obvious? "He... took care of me..." Elliot tried to justify himself awkwardly.
"Save it." Mark shook his head. "I don't need to hear it. Years ago, before all this... well I probably would have had some strong words for Tyr. Maybe even worse. But the world is different now. Life is hard, and we find love where we can."
"Like you and Alice." Elliot suggested.
Uncle Mark winced. "Alice is a grown woman... but you're right. There's no sense pretending it's that much different."
"Are you gonna tell my mom?" Elliot asked, sounding much more childish than he had wanted to.
Mark chuckled again. "No, Elliot. But I think you should. Your mom is a smart woman. I'd bet that she already knows deep down but has just decided not to think about it. It might upset her at first, but she will get used to it. And she wouldn't want you to feel like you have to keep things from her."
Elliot knew that his uncle was right. So much had been on his mind that he had not stopped to reflect on the fact that, even if she disapproved, his mother wouldn't stop loving him.
"I'll think about it." Elliot replied quietly.
Uncle Mark jostled his shoulder. "You're strong, Elliot. I knew when the three of you showed up that you were tougher than you seemed. And everything you've been through since you've been gone, I think it brought that out in you. Tempered the steel so to speak. I could never think less of you because of who you love."
Elliot smiled self-consciously. "Thank you."
"Can I offer some advice?" Mark asked, lowering his voice.
Elliot shrugged. They had already come this far. "Sure."
"Like I said before, I've know men like Tyr. A lot of them. He's got his demons, and skeletons aplenty in his closet, you can count on it. Men don't become that good at killing without killing a part of themselves. Trust me."
"What are you saying?" Elliot frowned up at his uncle.
Mark sighed. "I'm just suggesting that you be careful. There's a wild animal inside all of us, but for some..." Uncle Mark looked up in the direction Tyr had gone. "It lives a little closer to the surface."
The look on Elliot's face must have given away his thoughts because Uncle Mark didn't wait for a response before continuing.
"I'm not discounting anything he's done or the feelings he's obviously got for you." Mark clarified. "Just... make your old uncle feel better and tell me you'll be careful."
Elliot rolled his eyes but smiled. Uncle Mark had just showed his cards and Tyr was right all along. He cared more than he let on. His concern was touching.
"Fine." Elliot said with a smile. "I'll be careful."
Uncle Mark let out another sigh and gave Elliot a gentle shove. "That's all I can ask."
In the early morning when they called for a halt and the two groups came together once more, Tyr announced that he was going for a hunt to keep them well stocked. Elliot offered to come as well and to his surprise, Tyr agreed a little too quickly.
Elliot grinned and bounded after Tyr, but his ears quickly turned red when he saw out of the corner of his eye that Uncle Mark was watching knowingly.
"My uncle knows about us." Elliot told Tyr when they were away from the camp.
Tyr did not seem phased by this. "He's smart. I guess it isn't surprising that he caught on so quickly."
"My mom is smart too." Elliot replied pointedly.
Tyr nodded. "Smart. But has a blind spot when it comes to her children. Many mothers do."
"What do you mean a `blind spot'?" Elliot asked almost indignantly.
Looking at him, Tyr shrugged. "Her care for you makes it hard for her to see certain things about you. She sees how you've grown physically, but still thinks of you as a child."
Elliot kicked at the ground aimlessly. "I guess so. I think I'm going to tell her when we get back though."
"That's your decision." Tyr reminded. "I will respect it either way. For now though, we should focus on the mission so that we ensure that everyone does get back."
Nodding, Elliot cracked into a sly smile. "Can we focus on other stuff for a little bit though?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.
Tyr looked down at him. "Like what?"
"Like... you know..." Elliot nocked the side of his head gently on Tyr's shoulder trying to get a reaction. He could never tell if Tyr was being purposefully coy or if he genuinely missed Elliot's innuendos.
Tyr's arm wrapped around Elliot's slender waist. "I wondered if that was why you wanted to come along." He squeezed Elliot gently.
"Well I just wanted to spend time with you." Elliot said teasingly. "But then I read your mind and liked your idea better." Elliot grinned innocently up at Tyr. He felt like he was getting better at their intimate banter.
"Read my mind?" Tyr raised an eyebrow. "You were practically yelling your intentions aloud when you volunteered to come."
"No." Elliot insisted petulantly, leaning up to kiss Tyr's bottom lip. "That's just your dirty mind."
Tyr chuckled and pulled Elliot in against him. He brushed Elliot's hair back before meeting his eyes for a long intimate moment. The two gazed at each other for several seconds, feeling the strong connection between them.
The spark flared bright as Tyr bent his neck down to kiss Elliot. It was not the intense and desperately passionate kind of kiss that they so often shared, but rather a gentle, quiet and loving kiss that was somehow just as powerful. Elliot allowed himself to lean into Tyr fully. Closing his eyes, he was content to experience the bliss that was being wanted and needed in this way by Tyr.
Tyr's hand gently slid down the full arch of his back and then up once more to his shoulder blades. Elliot trembled as the strong hand continued to trace this path up and down. Impulsively then, he jumped and put his legs around Tyr's waist and arms around Tyr's shoulders, forcing Tyr to hold him in his arms completely.
They continued their kiss, only now growing in intensity as Tyr's tongue dominated Elliot's mouth. Tyr found a firm tree trunk and pushed Elliot against it, sandwiching him between the rough bark and his own rock-solid body. Elliot's head rolled back in pleasure as Tyr began to kiss and bite his way down Elliot's neck.
Tyr's hand made its way down to Elliot's waistband and with one determined yank he exposed the two pale mounds to the open air. Elliot whimpered as Tyr's hands touched him in the places that only Tyr was allowed to go. Then he could feel Tyr's hand fumbling around beneath him. Tyr hoisted Elliot higher and Elliot heard the sliding of fabric as Tyr's belt was undone.
Not being able to see was intoxicating torture. Elliot knew what Tyr was doing; what he was about to do but being blind to the details was driving him wild. He moaned with anticipation.
Then it was out. Elliot could feel the heat of it pressing up against him. The pulsing warmth of it touching his bare skin made Elliot twitch with lust.
Tyr thrust it gently against Elliot, letting him feel the full length. Reaching up, Tyr spit into his hand before removing his hand from Elliot's view. He repeated this process several times, and it took Elliot a little while to understand what Tyr was doing.
Spitting on his hand once more, Tyr moved his fingers to Elliot's hole and began to tease it gently. Elliot moaned loudly as his entire body tingled. He shivered with sensation and gripped Tyr's shoulders tightly as he felt Tyr lubricating him with his moistened fingers.
Practically panting with anticipation, Elliot then felt the warmth of Tyr pressed up against him once more, this time lining up so torturously slowly. When it finally found Elliot's tight entrance, Tyr paused, allowing Elliot to just feel it there, throbbing. Tyr applied gentle pressure but not enough to penetrate him, just enough to make Elliot whine in desperation.
Tyr waited though. He waited for Elliot to finally make eye contact with him. A wordless question in Tyr's eyes immediately prompted a nod and soft gasp from Elliot.
With a gently push, Tyr slipped the head inside Elliot. Elliot's eyes went wide and he clenched his teeth, digging his nails into Tyr's back. Even though he had done it before, the size of it inside him felt even bigger than he remembered. It sent a spike of pain through him that Elliot forced himself to push back, despite his vision blurring for a moment.
Immediately, seeing Elliot's expression, Tyr began to lift Elliot's small body off of him. Emboldened however, Elliot tightened his grip around Tyr's waist with his legs, refusing to be removed. In response, Tyr's hand moved up Elliot's back and began to massage him softly. Elliot leaned in for a kiss, but in doing so he shifted his position and slid further down onto the long rod inside him.
Elliot's moaning cry echoed through the silent woods, a mix of ecstasy and pain. The feeling of it throbbing inside him, knowing that he belonged to Tyr, it was heavenly.
Taking the initiative, Tyr came forward and kissed Elliot deeply, silencing his quiet whines. His free hand moved up to tangle itself in Elliot's flowing hair. Tyr's lips on his shut the pain out of Elliot's mind. He lowered himself another inch onto Tyr's length, feeling it already deep inside him and knowing there was still more. Elliot vowed that he would take all of it. He knew that their first night together Tyr had been overly gentle with him. Elliot didn't want that. He wanted Tyr to ravish him. To make wild passionate lustful love to him and leave him gasping and spent.
Even in his desperate haze of eroticism, Elliot knew that his body was not ready for that, as much as he wanted it. It would happen though. Elliot promised himself, and silently promised Tyr that some day soon he would be able to give himself up completely, with no restraint. For now, though, Elliot let more of Tyr penetrate him and his ensuing moan was muffled by Tyr's mouth on his.
It hurt, feeling stretched almost to the limit. Yet somehow the pain was somehow cathartic. It was a feeling created by their lovemaking, and though Tyr was doing his utmost to minimize it, some part of Elliot reveled in it because it was a part of what was drawing them even closer together. And so, when he felt himself slide even farther down on Tyr's shaft, and he felt himself come to rest at its base, knowing that the entire length was finally inside him, he broke from the kiss to let out a gasping wailing moan. It was all of his pleasure and pain in one animal noise.
Tyr could sense the raw and intense passion in Elliot's cry and hugged him tight. This time however, he made no move to retreat, but held himself deep inside the slender boy as Elliot's panting breaths came in ragged gasps.
The fog that had settled over Elliot's mind when he felt his hips come into contact with Tyr's, signifying that he had taken Tyr to the hilt, began to slowly fade. He felt fuller and more stretched than he ever had before. Even a fraction more and Elliot felt that he would be split in half. And yet, somehow, it felt so perfectly right. The sounds of the forest around them grounded Elliot in this moment. He put his hand to the side of Tyr's face and allowed his eyes to close gently.
He was sweating profusely from the strain of his passion, but Tyr lovingly passed a hand across Elliot's brow before bringing it to rest once more in Elliot's tangled hair. He pushed Elliot forward into another passionate kiss.
After a long moment of simply allowing him to adjust, Elliot felt Tyr begin to move inside of him. It was not thrusting as Elliot knew he wouldn't be able to handle that just yet. It was a slow gyrating of Tyr's hips that caused the tip to rub gently against that special spot inside Elliot that made stars dance in his eyes.
Elliot stifled his own moans by pressing his face to Tyr's. Even with Tyr literally inside of him, Elliot wanted to be even closer. He put a hand to Tyr's muscular chest, feeling his heart thumping. Tyr's vigor and masculinity aroused and completed Elliot, perfectly fitting together like puzzle pieces. It was physical, even carnal, this connection, but deeper as well, verging on a spiritual connection as Tyr's pace slowly quickened, signaling to Elliot that he was once more about to be filled with Tyr's powerful essence.
Elliot longed for that. In that moment it was all he could think about. He wanted it more than anything else. Gently he bounced himself up and down on Tyr's long shaft. The soft spikes of pain were drowned out easily by the euphoria he felt and by his need to experience Tyr's orgasm inside him. Tyr's animalistic grunts grew more intense and he suddenly grabbed Elliot's slender hips in a vice-like grip.
Tyr delivered two powerful and desperate thrusts deep into his lover's tight hole as his climax consumed him. Elliot's voice cracked in a scream that echoed through the forest as Tyr bred him, finally giving him what he craved. Reaching down, Elliot rubbed his own smaller shaft only slightly. He needn't have bothered though. As the warmth of Tyr's seed dominated his insides, Elliot wailed, and his hole clamped tight around the pulsing rod. His own orgasm rolled over him in waves, coating both of their chests with his boyish seed.
Slowly, Tyr's primal grunts soften to panting breaths as he supported Elliot gently against the tree. Elliot put his hands on Tyr, however and wherever he could. In his hair, around his neck, on his chest and face. Anywhere that he could touch, Elliot wanted to feel.
"I... love you... so much..." Elliot practically sobbed in the revelry of his ecstasy.
Tyr gave an affirmative growl as he leaned his head in and touched his forehead with Elliot's. "I love you too, Elliot."