“True… But people can change.” Seth whispered before tilting his head slightly, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Oh? How exactly do you plan on doing that, Ell?” Seth questioned.
A little hum of disapproval as he slid his hand beneath the fabric, hand coming to rest at the small of Seth’s back to draw him in closer. “It certainly requires less clothing.” he mused, free hand guiding one of Seth’s to slide under his own shirt. “How does that sound, hmm?”
“I know. But maybe you want to shake things up.” Seth teased. Seth hummed in response, letting his eyes fall shut. “I feel the same way.” He grinned, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss.
Elliot laughed. “I switch up my kills by the way I do it, not how long.” he teased. “You worry too much, my little wolf.” he moved to tug at the hem of Seth’s shirt. “Guess I have to prove how much I plan to keep you.”
Seth’s eyes lit up, wrapping his arms around Elliot’s neck. “I love you too.” He whispered, chewing on his lip. “And maybe,” Seth replied. “Maybe you ran away with me to kill me. I’ve seen weirder things.”
Elliot shook his head. “Nah, you know me by now. My kills are quick. I wouldn’t drag it out like this, that’s rude.” He tightened his hold on Seth and leaned to run his tongue over the other’s lip. “Let anyone try to take you from me. I’ll kill them.”
“You better not be at all.” Seth grumbled, crossing his arms. Though his resolve quickly fell through as he wrapped his arms around Elliot, nuzzling into him. “Missed you too.” He murmured, a soft smile on his lips.
Elliot smiled and pressed a kiss to Seth’s temple. “Just a couple of beers, my love. I know how much you detest drunks.” he swore, setting the second of his beers down to brush his fingers through Seth’s hair. “Besides, until I know with a million percent certainty that we’re safe, I would never risk your safety like that.”
“A-Are you drunk again?” Seth questioned softly as he stepped closer to the other male. Lifting his hand up, Seth gently grabbed a hold of the others hand, a slight frown on his face. “I thought we were stopping with doing all that?”
Elliot frowned a little. “Not drunk yet, love.” he replied. “Just a bad day, is all.” He moved to tug Seth into his lap. “Haven’t seen you in a few days. Missed you.”
Seth nodded, squeezing Elliot’s hand. “Okay.” He breathed out, a small smile on his lips. “If anything happens before we actually get away from all this… I love you.” He murmured as he kissed him back, pulling away. “I love you, Elliot. And I really hope I get to say it more.”
Elliot paused as Seth said those words, and his chest ached with emotion. “I love you, too.” he promised. “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time to get a good head start.” He led the way down, skipping over the main garage and going to the large workshop in the back. Unlocking it, he moved to put his backpack in the saddlebag of a motorcycle, closing the saddlebag and reaching to take Seth’s bag to put it in the other. “They’ll be looking for the car, but it’s long gone by now. We’re in the clear.” he promised, grabbing two helmets and handing one over. “Ready?”
“Let’s go then.” Seth stated, not caring at this point if it was a test or what. He trusted Elliot at this point and loved him, even. He finished putting his backpack filled with clothes and everything else he’d been saving up to leave for the both of them. “Come on. If you’re really up for this.”
Elliot moved to pull Seth closer, kissing him softly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, alright?” he asked, moving to grab his keys and opening a drawer to grab a large sealed envelope and shoving it into the backpack he had with him. “We’re in this together.” he promised, twirling his keys and reaching for Seth’s hand. “We’re getting out of here. New identities and everything.”
Being turned into a werewolf has not been ideal by any means. Elliot has made quite a bit of trouble in his time since being turned, but he’s finally settled into his supernatural life and owns an art studio where people can come and paint, draw or model for a small fee.
Human [ lonely eyes;; human Elliot ]
Elliot was raised in foster care, but never found a good fit. He aged out and while struggling as a server, he discovered youtube and through it began a channel that talked about a number of fandoms, talking theories and even doing livestreams with his followers to talk about new movies and all kinds of things.
Mob/Mercenary [ blade and bullet bound;; mob Elliot ]
Getting out of the foster system was the goal until Elli was adopted by a very rich family. Being adopted didn’t allow him the title if mob heir, but it did get him good training to be a met and hit man for his family.
Vampire [ never a fan of sunlight;; vampire Elliot ]
Elliot didn’t like the sun as a kid, but he sort of misses it now. Being turned into a vampire by his now ex-wife, Elliot keeps a low profile with selling his art online.
Seth knew they shouldn’t be doing this. But it didn’t stop him from flirting with the older male every chance he got. He was surprised they hadn’t killed each other yet, but maybe that was a good thing. “Who said not to mix business with pleasure? Let’s talk this over with a date…” He grinned, trying his damnedest not to worry about the gun pointing at him. Besides, he had a knife, he could have easily won this with how close they were. Which he was sure the other knew. Seth was practically famous for his knife wielding skills, and everyone knew that if you didn’t have the distance for a gun, then someone with a knife could easily win. “C’mon. One date. You and me.”
Elliot tilted his head as he watched the male, the hand in his jacket tracing slender fingers over a knife. “And why would one date change the fact that your boss sent you to try and kill me? You aren’t the first one he’s sent, you know. Unless you’re lookin’ for a way out, like I did.” he smirked.
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