Codename Caligo

Chapter 6 - Clarke (TW: 18+)

Chapter Six

[TW: 18+]

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Noah lifted himself from his seat, his gaze bore down upon Elijah, who was startled by the sudden change in their height from Noah's change of position. 

"It was the smallest shirt I could find." Elijah turned his head, his eyes averted as it refused to meet Noah's stare.

"Don't fuck with me, Elijah." Noah's tall figure loomed over Elijah, his hand reaching the back of his frail neck. "That's the biggest shirt I have."

Noah's hands reached beneath Elijah's shirt, a chill transmitted from the tips of his slim finger, followed by the warmer surface of his palm, wrapped tightly around Elijah's thin torso. Elijah flinched as he felt Noah's cold breath like a slight gust on his neck, every motion that Noah's body had made as he grew near, embodying the restraint that would have eventually grown more precarious as the piled-up weight of Elijah's foolish little tempts had finally shattered through Noah's forbearance like thin ice.

Elijah turned his neck.

"You've done this, and you won't even look at me?" Noah shifted Elijah's face up towards him before tightening his hand's grip on his face, his thumb pressing the corner of his lip. "You're being unfair to me, don't you think?"

Elijah tilted his head.

"Noah, stop. This feels dirty." Elijah grabbed tightly onto Noah's shirt as Noah sunk his face into the curve of Elijah's neck. Elijah reached his hand behind Noah's head and lightly grabbed his hair, his inferior body as though it's subtly trying to stumble away from Noah's hold.

"---Because it is." Noah pulled himself closer, somewhat leaning down. "Really now, I didn't take you as the type to put up a little fight before giving in? This is new." Elijah didn't respond, staggering as his body subconsciously relied its own weight onto Noah's arms. Noah's subtle, teasing smile had roused into a grin as he realized that Elijah's early yield had put an end to their small talk. "Shall we take this somewhere else?"

"Now you're asking for my opinion?" He winced, slightly sulking.

"You're right, silly me." Noah scooped Elijah into his arms, lifting him off his feet with ease. 

"Hey--- I can walk!"

"I'll do something about that soon"

Elijah gulped. "You say things like that too easily."

"You do stupid shit to rile me up too easily. Action and consequence, Eli."

Elijah's body sunk onto the bed, Noah's knee making a hollow dent on the mattress between Elijah's thighs, not allowing Elijah to even sit up from his laying position. 

"Wait--- I need to take off my clothes."
"Since when were you so independent?" Noah's hands worked its way up beneath Elijah's shirt, Elijah's eyes followed the fabric that would slowly be pulled up as it worked its way to his own wrist, where Noah would secure it in its place with the clench of his hand like a cuff. Elijah tilted his head up, trying to make visible of the position his hand was in. Noah reached his lower lip with his thumb, the slight pressure he pushed onto it making Elijah's face tilt back down as though Noah was asking of Elijah to please, only fix his gaze into his eyes for that moment. Noah's fingertips traced down from Elijah's chest to his stomach, down to the buckle of his belt and the metal zipper pull on his pants. The sound of his own belt unbuckling made Elijah look down, his eyes pulsating.