Elephant Love Song (Finished)

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian was flustered at the nearness of James, but he had a clear head. He knew what he wanted. And he knew James would give it to him. Oh, James would get what he was asking for. But in return, he hoped that eventually James could learn to love him.

See, it was all part of his clever trick. Even if James figured it out, he knew he would shrug it off and not believe in any of it. He would call it rubbish. But Sebastian believed in love. If he didn't believe in anything else, it was love. So he would get what he wanted, and that was the fleeting feeling of being loved, if only for a moment. Perhaps it could develope into something more.

The younger man pulled away slowly, looking James straight in the eye. "I'll be yours completely. My body will be your playground. I only ask one thing."

He took a deep breath reaching up to touch James' lips. "The first time we do it... I want to make love."

He smiled. "Not real love, if you find it impossible for yourself to feel that. I just want to be made love to. It can be fake. You don't have to feel anything for me. Hell, I don't have to feel anything for you. I just want to be with someone like that just for once, for the first time in years."

He raised an eyebrow at him. "If you do that for me, you can have your way with me until the day I die, if you want." He brought up James' hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it tenderly. He looked up at him through heavy lashes. "Do we have a deal?"

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

"Let me get this straight. You want me to 'make love' to you for our first night?" James voice dropped slightly, taking on a husky edge. "You want me to spend hours learning every countour of your body, whispering how beautiful you look against your skin; you want it to be slow, and deep?" James chuckled, taking Sebastian's chin in his hands. "Darling, I was planning on doing all that anyway," James pulled Sebastian into a kiss, brutal in its passion. He finally was able to run his finger tips through Sebastian's hair; the light had been catching in it the whole evening and James wanted to trace the highlights. He hadn't been planning on such a thing at all. What James had in mind for their first night had been decidedly more depraved. A night spent shamelessly shagging, the goal to be sore and spent in the morning.

This was a deal that James had no problem with. Free access to Sebastian's young, perfect little body all for the price of one sickenly romantic night. That was more than a fair bargain in James's mind. James rolled them over carefully, not wanting to hit any candles, trapping young Sebastian beneath him. "Do we have a deal, Professor Martin?"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

His breath had been taken away when he'd pushed him to the ground. His body was on fire in James' arms, and he could feel the chemistry burning between them. He did teach chemistry, after all. He should know what this was.

"James..." he whispered, a blushing smile appearing on his lips. He had to laugh when James said he'd been planning a romantic evening all along. He wasn't stupid. He knew he just wanted sex. He didn't care if he lied to him, though, as long as he got what he wanted.

But by saying yes he would be entering into a purely sexual and animalistic relationship. He was always one for change, and he hoped that he could change the older man's outlook on them, but for now, he saw no other pleasing alternative. Sebastian was always a rational thinker, and when presented with a bargain such as this -- sex for the rest of his life-- it was very hard to pass up.

And the idea of one night... Just one night where he feel loved again was more than he could comprehend. Tears wanted to well themselves to his eyes, but he forced them back, not displaying a single notion of that feeling on his face. James would think him pathetic if he saw how happy he was by one night only.

He wrapped his arms around James' shoulders and pulled him close so that their lips were almost touching. "Yes..." he whispered. He kissed him fully on the lips, closing his eyes and succumbing to desire.