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After Earth Went Dark: Part III Chapter 9
Elliot tossed and turned in bed as he tried to sleep. Even though the bed should have been far more comfortable than anywhere he had slept in the past months, Elliot just couldn't find a spot he liked. He supposed that, like Tyr, he had become used to sleeping on the ground. Furthermore, he had been sleeping during the light hours for the past few days. Nighttime usually meant it was time to wake up.
All this of course paled in comparison to the crushing weight of the nervous energy that was bearing down on him. Elliot knew that whatever happened tomorrow would be an ending of one kind or another. All sorts of emotions and thoughts whirled within him. Hope, excitement, anger, and a fair amount of abject terror.
There were two beds in the little hotel room. Tyr had taken the one closest to the door, and Elliot had gone back and forth in his mind on what to do. He didn't know if he should wait for an invitation to join Tyr on the bed or simply climb in with him, or if he should take the other one and sleep separately.
Tyr seemed not to notice his indecision. Eventually, with a little embarrassment, Elliot crawled into the same bed with Tyr. Tyr had welcomed him gladly by pulling him in with a strong arm and locking him in place, leaving Elliot confident that he had made the right choice.
Now however, almost two hours later, Elliot had not slept at all. He tried to keep his squirming to a minimum so he did not disturb Tyr, but he could never tell when Tyr was sleep. Furthermore, he suspected that Tyr was a light enough sleeper that even the slightest movements would wake him.
Sure enough, after turning over for the fourth time in twenty minutes he felt Tyr's bare arm tighten around his waist.
"Can't sleep?" Tyr's quiet voice broke the silence.
Elliot sighed. "No." He confirmed, leaning back into Tyr. They had both stripped their shirts off before retiring to bed and the skin-to-skin contact soothed Elliot.
Tyr leaned in and kissed Elliot gently on the neck from behind. "It will be alright." Tyr assured, tracing his fingers across the top of Elliot's hip bone.
Taking hold of Tyr's hand, Elliot clasped it to his chest. "We don't know that." He whispered back. "I just... don't want you to have to worry about me..." Elliot confessed.
To his surprised, Tyr laughed softly. The vibration moved through his chest against Elliot's back. "Why do you think I wanted you to stay behind?" Tyr reminded.
Elliot had no response to that. Was it just his own stubborn pride and a desire for revenge that brought him out to this city and placed a burden on Tyr? Then his face hardened with resolve as he continued to think about it.
"No." He answered his own question aloud. "I need to be here. I couldn't have stayed behind without you."
Tyr gave another quiet laugh and held Elliot close against him. "Then you will have to let me worry about you."
Elliot had to smile at this. "Then I'll worry about you too."
Leaning over Elliot's shoulder, Tyr found Elliot's lips with his own and kissed him softly while he ran his hand down to Elliot's hip. Elliot turned a little on the bed to lie almost on his back so that he could keep up the kiss. This caused Tyr's hand to slip across his stomach, tracing gently along his ticklish spots and coming to rest just below his ribs.
Despite the nervous tension, or perhaps because of it, Elliot felt himself becoming aroused. Tyr, in all his masculine strength, now lay on his side, leaning over Elliot to continue their soft kisses. Elliot's eyes wandered across Tyr's broad-shouldered muscular frame that made him feel so small. It felt somehow inappropriate to pursue this sort of intimacy with so much riding on the next twenty-four hours, but Tyr was irresistible to Elliot.
Turning to face Tyr, Elliot let his hands roam over the toned muscles he had come to know and lust over. Tyr took the cue and moved his hand down Elliot's front, gently teasing his sensitive ticklish spots before working slowly into Elliot's waistband. He fondled Elliot's boy parts as the kissing turned more primal and insistent.
Elliot moaned quietly as Tyr's hand brought him fully to life. He knew that now it was far too late to turn back and try to sleep. He needed this.
Putting his arms around Tyr, Elliot shuddered as he let Tyr work on him for a time. Elliot couldn't be sure, but it felt almost like Tyr was teasing him. Getting him closer and closer and then backing off. Elliot whined in appreciation, but he knew he wanted to go even farther.
Following Tyr's example, Elliot let his hand trail downward and slip into Tyr's pants to find the much larger and thicker pole within that was slowly growing. He began to stroke it with purpose. His fingertips could barely even touch when he put his hand around it.
Then, Elliot pulled away from the kisses. He bit his lip seductively as he met Tyr's eyes. Slowly he began to move downward and, in the process, pushed Tyr over to lie on his back. Elliot crawled backward down the bed until he was sitting on his heels in between Tyr's legs, gazing up along the perfect body to the stunningly handsome face to the deep intelligent eyes that he had fallen in love with.
Tyr's eyes silently urged him onward. With a quiet giggle, Elliot leaned forward and took hold of Tyr's pants with both hands. Slowly, teasingly, Elliot inched them downward, revealing the patch of hair that preceded Elliot's true goal. Bit by bit, inch by inch, Elliot pulled the waistband down Tyr's impressive length, savoring every moment of the reveal. Tyr exhaled heavily and closed his eyes for a long blink.
As the waistband of Tyr's pants cleared the tip, his manhood sprang up, finally freed. Even though he had seen it multiple times before, Elliot was still absolutely spellbound by it. There was something so powerfully erotic, intimate, and even intimidating about the size of it, especially when compared with his own. He took almost a full minute to touch himself gently while simply staring at it, entranced by the apex of the masculine form on display just for him.
Elliot touched it almost tentatively, feeling the warmth spread through his fingertips as he wrapped his hand around it. The soft gasp from Tyr when Elliot began stroking it up and down aroused Elliot even further. Not wasting any more time, Elliot leaned forward and kissed the tip of it.
A shudder ran through Tyr's body as he did. Keeping his hand around the base, Elliot gently licked at the head, enjoying the sensation as well as the suppressed sounds that it drew from Tyr. Tyr reached down and caressed Elliot's cheek lovingly as Elliot tasted more of him.
Meeting Tyr's eyes with a lusty gaze, Elliot put his lips around the head, letting the warmth of Tyr's manhood meet the warmth of his mouth once more. Tyr groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through Elliot's hair.
Elliot stayed at the tip, using his lips and tongue to tease as much sensation out of Tyr as he could. Staring up at Tyr's perfect body while holding him in his mouth was overpoweringly erotic. That someone as handsome and strong as Tyr would even allow him to do this, Elliot felt was a privilege. With that though, Elliot began to move up and down on the head and shaft, letting his lips glide smoothly across as much as he dared to take in his mouth. He had to keep his jaw wide open to accommodate the girth of it without getting his teeth in the way.
Almost unconsciously, Tyr began to give gentle thrusts of his hips as Elliot bobbed down on him. More than once, Elliot felt Tyr push into his mouth, and he gagged as it hit the back of his throat. This time though, Elliot was determinized to achieve something he had not been able to before.
Jay had told him it was possible, and Elliot was going to make it happen. He pulled back all the way and placed his lips on the very tip of the head, making steady eye contact with Tyr. Then, taking a deep breath in through his nose, Elliot slid his lips down the shaft, farther and farther. He felt the choking sensation but forced his muscles to relax. The throbbing head slid deeper into his throat and suddenly Elliot's nose was buried in the patch of hair above the base of the shaft.
The look on Tyr's face, seeing Elliot take him all the way to the hilt in his mouth, almost pushed Elliot to orgasm there and then. That coupled with the feeling of it softly pulsing in his throat. He imagined that, had he been in another position, the outline of it would be visible going part way down his neck. It could not have been more than a few seconds, but it felt longer as the two of them stared at each other, Elliot's hair obscuring one eye. Elliot could not hold the position though and pulled back quickly, gagging. Tyr's manhood slick with drool and the evidence of his arousal.
Elliot sat back on his heels, catching his breath and pulling his hair back out of his face before giving Tyr a sheepish grin.
"Are you alright?" Tyr's voice came out in a ragged growl, still partially overcome by Elliot's actions.
Elliot nodded vigorously but said nothing before eagerly returning his tongue and mouth to the tip of Tyr's shaft. He couldn't get enough of it.
Tyr's hand took a stronger hold of Elliot's head and guided him up and down gently. "You're a natural." He told Elliot half-jokingly.
The compliment emboldened Elliot to once again dive deep and open himself to Tyr. This time, as the tip lodged in his throat, Elliot felt Tyr raise his hips up to ensure that every fraction of an inch was taken in. Elliot felt his eyes water but held it diligently until he couldn't stand it anymore.
As he pulled off, Elliot continued to stroke it with a hand while he caught his breath. Slowly, Tyr sat up, keeping his eyes fixed on Elliot with that hungry animalistic look that he always got. He stood from the bed and pulled Elliot to him tightly, possessively. Elliot allowed Tyr to hold him for a moment before abruptly being pushed back to the bed, lying on his stomach. He tried to roll over, but Tyr's hand on the back of his shoulder told him to stay. Elliot then knew what was going to happen. He shivered with excitement.
In a quick motion, Tyr yanked Elliot's pants to the floor, exposing him completely. Elliot felt so delightfully vulnerable, lying naked in the shadow of Tyr's powerful form. Tyr lovingly but intensely caressed the rounded bubbles of Elliot's backside as he leaned down.
Tyr's weight settled on top of him in a way that it had not before. Elliot knew that Tyr was still supporting himself partially, but still felt like he was being pushed into the mattress. His little body felt weak and fragile, and Elliot loved it.
Running one hand through Elliot's hair, Tyr began to passionately kiss Elliot's neck from behind, making the boy moan and whimper. Elliot could feel Tyr's fully hardened shaft rubbing against him from behind, putting his young libido into overdrive.
Using one hand to keep Elliot pinned helplessly to the bed, Tyr began to align himself. Elliot moaned in pure ecstasy when the throbbing head rubbed against his entrance. One of the spots on his body that belonged completely and only to Tyr.
The comforting weight returned as Tyr leaned down again, his strong muscled body contouring with Elliot's smooth slender frame. Elliot was panting now as Tyr slid one hand around the front of Elliot's neck and moved in and bit his ear gently.
"Ready?" Tyr's sensual growl made Elliot's eyes roll up in his head as the tremor went through him.
"Please..." He managed to whine weakly.
Elliot's whine turned into a squeak as the tip entered him. His breath caught and he gripped the sheets tightly. There was very little pain this time. Elliot knew that was likely because of how much lubrication he had left on it after taking it down his throat, but he hope it also meant that he was getting used to having Tyr inside him.
"Ohh..." Elliot cooed softly as the sensation dominated him. Every throb of the head inside him sent electric spikes of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Tyr pushed farther into him and Elliot's eyes screwed shut. His mouth dropped open in a near-silent cry of intense passion. There was some discomfort as Tyr penetrated him further, but Tyr's weight on top of him comforted him as well as held him in place. Elliot knew this was just the beginning. He couldn't see how much of Tyr's manhood was now buried inside him, but he knew that there was more to come.
A little bit at a time, Tyr continued to push forward, forcing high pitched noises out of Elliot with every bit. The slow progress made Elliot's head swim as Tyr stretched him to the fullest. He whimpered and his knuckles turned white grasping the sheets of the bed. Then suddenly, he felt the gentle contact of Tyr's body come to rest against the shapely globes that his manhood was splitting. Once more, Tyr was all the way inside him.
Elliot sucked in deep breaths as his whole body trembled. He realized that he felt more alive than ever when Tyr was penetrating him. Tyr's hand stroked down his back as he let Elliot adjust. Elliot whined happily, then felt Tyr's hands lock in place on his slim hips.
When Tyr first started to pull out, Elliot gasped loudly. The slow rhythm started that Elliot had been anticipating from the moment Tyr entered him. He clawed at the bedsheets as Tyr began to rock gently back and forth, moving within him.
Elliot pulled his legs in to get his knees under him, raising his ass in the air and presenting himself fully. Tyr took the cue and picked up the pace, giving Elliot more force. Elliot squealed and moaned as Tyr's manhood drove into him again and again. This was what he had wanted, but he could tell that Tyr was still holding back. Simultaneously Elliot feared and longed for the day when Tyr would give in to his animal lust and have his way with all of his unrestrained primal strength.
That was not to say that Elliot was not loving being slowly and rhythmically impaled by Tyr. On the contrary, his high-pitched cries and Tyr's powerful grunts were evidence that both parties gladly accepted their roles. Elliot saw stars every time Tyr hit the magic button inside him. That combined with the immense eroticism that came with knowing that someone as strong and handsome as Tyr was taking him for his pleasure kept Elliot as hard as diamonds even through the occasional spikes of pain.
Tyr grabbed a handful of Elliot's hair in one hand and let the other move around to Elliot's front. He pulled gently on Elliot's long hair while his other hand began to stroke him slowly.
This display of dominance drove Elliot wild. He moaned in pleasure and arched his back. He began pushing his hips back in time with Tyr's thrusts to feel it even deeper and harder.
Sensing Elliot's desire, Tyr grabbed the back of Elliot's neck and pushed the small boy into the mattress, getting rougher with his thrusts as he fervently stroked Elliot's rock-hard shaft.
Elliot squealed in surprise and delight at Tyr's sudden change in pace, his voice muffled by the mattress. It was too much for his body and mind to resist. His muscles tensed up and his hole clamped tight around his lover's thick rod. He pulsed several times in Tyr's hand, shooting his essence all over the bed and his own legs.
Feeling Elliot's tight body spasming underneath him, Tyr gave even more urgent thrusts, pulling his whole length almost all the way out before driving it back in again. With a powerful gasp he buried it deep one last time as he filled Elliot's hole.
The familiar warmth of Tyr's seed shooting deep into him, claiming him, made Elliot's vision blur with euphoria. His legs slid out from under him as he crumpled into the bed panting. There was no need for words as the sounds of their passionate lovemaking faded. Tyr lowered himself onto the bed next to Elliot, holding him affectionately.
Neither one spoke. Elliot didn't want to say anything. It would be a poor expression of their feelings after such intimacy. Furthermore, Elliot didn't want to think. Thinking would lead him to worrying about tomorrow, and all he wanted was to lie in the moment with Tyr holding him.
After several silent minutes, Tyr wordlessly picked Elliot up and carried him to the other bed where the two of them lay down once more. Elliot felt Tyr's breath on the back of his neck, disturbing his hair slightly.
In the complete blissful peace of Tyr's embrace, Elliot fell asleep quickly. The fear for what tomorrow would bring temporarily erased from his mind. All that mattered was stretching out the seconds spent with Tyr and savoring each one.
"It's time." Tyr's voice roused him.
Reluctantly, Elliot yawned and stretched. Tyr stood over him, dressed in black, cutting an intimidating figure in the darkness of the room. The sun had yet to rise. That was part of the plan of course. They would position themselves before sunrise and wait until after sunset to begin the attack. It was going to be a long day.
With a touch of embarrassment Elliot realized that he was still completely naked. He didn't know why he still sometimes felt self-conscious being exposed in front of Tyr like that. Tyr had seen every inch of him, touched every inch of him, claimed every inch of his small body, yet still Elliot felt compelled to pull the blanket partially over him with a shy smile.
Leaning down, Tyr kissed him passionately before helping him to his feet. Elliot dressed quickly and prepared to move out. Before they left the room, he paused, looking back on the scene of their night together.
"When this is done..." He slipped his hand into Tyr's. "We should do that... more often."
Tyr gave him a subtle smile and moved his hand to the side of Elliot's face. "Every day." He promised. "As many times as you want."
Elliot grinned. "As many times as YOU want." He corrected suggestively.
Giving a quiet laugh Tyr bent down to kiss him again quickly. "You would never be able to walk again." He said into Elliot's ear before turning and opening the door.
Elliot had to trot to keep up, his face reddened and his pants just a bit tighter from Tyr's implication.
It was not difficult for Tyr and Elliot to sneak out of the hotel unnoticed. They slipped quickly and quietly across town, seen only by the occasional homeless vagrant or stumbling drunkard. They had to wait in an alley at one point to avoid running into a security patrol but other than that their way was clear.
As they rounded a corner Elliot saw it. At the far end of a broad avenue was the capitol building that he had seen in the painting last night. It looked different now than it had then. A wire fence surrounded the entire structure and makeshift towers with search lights had been built at strategic locations.
Without a doubt it had once been a beautiful building surrounded by trees and gardens. Now though, it's castle-like structure looked more like a fortress rising out of the center of the city. The shadowy figures that could be seen patrolling the grounds added to its ominous presence.
Elliot shuddered looking at it. "He must think a lot of himself. Living in a place like that." He pointed out quietly.
"Mm." Tyr agreed. "He will have spared no expense on security. They will all be heavily armed."
Looking down at his belt and the knives he had hidden there Elliot frowned skeptically. They seemed awfully small at the moment.
Sensing his uncertainty, Tyr put a hand to his shoulder. "It will be alright." He assured. "The meeting spot should be up ahead on the left."
The abandoned building that had been chosen as a rendezvous for the first team was a boxy and ugly looking thing that was uncomfortably close to their target. Tyr and Elliot waited for the nearest searchlight to pass by before making a dash to cover. They repeated this process several times. Elliot didn't know exactly what would happen if they were spotted but he did not much care to think about it. Maybe they would be shot on sight, maybe they would send Carvers after them, or about a dozen other possibilities.
The light passed over their heads as they lay down behind a monument and Elliot thought for sure that they would be able to be seen as clear as day. But the light moved on without pause and Tyr pulled Elliot after him as they made the final dash to their target building.
What was left of the door had been propped open by an old garbage can and when they entered, they found themselves with three guns and a crossbow pointed at them.
"Took you long enough." Uncle Mark said, lowering his weapon.
Elliot sighed with relief as he recognized the faces of his uncle and the three others in their group, Thomas, Martin, and Roger. It seemed that they were the last to arrive.
"Good thing too. The sun will be up soon." Martin pointed out, looking out the window. Sure enough, to the east the sky was just beginning to turn a purple-pinkish color.
"All that's left now is the waiting." Uncle Mark moved to sit in an old dirty chair. "I'll take first watch if you all want to get some rest."
They quickly set up shifts to watch for any intrusion while they waited out the day. Elliot slept a bit but was too on-edge to really relax. The same went for the other group members who dozed intermittently but for the most part remained alert.
The day seemed to stretch on forever. Once in a while Elliot would carefully climb to the second floor to peer out at the capitol building next door and the seemingly endless supply of men that patrolled the grounds. He also looked curiously at the building to the east where he knew Ullr, Marcel, Jay, and the others should be right now.
There had been no indication that an alarm had been raised yet, but Tyr was on edge. He too had been making occasional trips to the second floor. In the midafternoon, Elliot followed him up as well. He saw Tyr pick up a piece of glass from the floor and angle it in the sunlight.
"What are you doing?" He whispered curiously.
"Trying to signal to Ullr." Tyr informed him. "I have not gotten anything back though."
Elliot frowned feeling nervousness creep into his gut. "What does that mean?"
Tyr didn't answer for a moment, moving the piece of glass gently back and forth and reflecting the rays of the sun. "It could mean that they haven't seen it." He replied doubtfully. "But it also could mean that something is wrong. If Ullr made it to the rendezvous, he would know to watch for a signal and to send one himself."
That didn't sound promising. Worriedly, Elliot looking out and across to the other building, hoping to catch a glint or a flash or something. "What do we do?"
Tyr's eyes had a far-away look of serious thought. "We've come too far to turn back and we may not get another chance. If something has happened to Ullr's group, then... We will have to proceed alone."