Trevor Parrish

TREVOR WEI PARRISH | 140 | elysian (ex-wolf) CLIENT ELIJAH (Hen ddwylo) | Stuff DISCLAIMER Erotica. This closed blog is part of Covaire City. I'm not Ben Levin. This blog is only made for creative purpose.

[drunkenusurper]

The bracelet on her wrist nearly glistened under the faint street lights. Around the metal was a blue band—one of the two colors for the array of escorts. Non-exclusive, that is what the vibrant color foretold. It was a mandatory item, the article of jewelry unable to be removed from her wrist. A few years ago the young woman truthfully found the bracelet unbearable. Either it was always in her way, or rubbed her sensitive flesh the wrong way. Now she barely noticed it—practically blind to its presence. Red was the other color, one that signified an exclusive escort. 

A newfound scent, one musty yet thrilling, clung to her nose. She was not alone. The potent scent was not one of her own species—such smelled far sweeter. It was familiar and greeted the young woman as if it were an old friend. She didn't, however, know the owner of the scent. Most of her clients tended to be wolves, as the other species that could detect her own pheromone. Both Elysians and the wolves could distinguish her smell—riddled with arousal. The other species were less fortunate and occasionally quite tricky to seal a deal with. Vampires would notice a drop in her body temperature and nothing more. Silence drifted in the atmosphere, the entrapped customer shuffling behind her. By now she assumed he'd speak up and express his intentions. Something seemed . . . off. Amanda opened her mouth, ready to politely address the man until an arm dropped over her shoulder. Another man had appeared, referring to her as darling. 

His voice was similar to that of velvet and high soothing. The stranger had undoubtedly sensed, or possessed some sort of knowledge she didn't. Slowly her blue eyes returned to the individual who had once lingered behind her. He turned, apparently not taking well to the newfound man. “I take it, you know something I don't? As for compensation, don't worry.”

[trevorxparrish]

Red—actually, he likes to see it as Crimson... a name only familiar to those whom have lived ling enough in the city to count they age in triple digits. She is under the city's protection, unless she steps out of line enough to be punished. He'd seen the colour once he'd pulled away calmly. When she refuses his compensation, he doesn't try to convince her otherwise—it's her choice after all.

"Alright. But please let me stay with you for a while. Because this one can be a bit tenacious,  and you really don't want him to discover I lied." Trevor replies to her, before explaining a bit more why he'd stepped in. "He has a tendency to play a bit too hard." He'd seen the file from afar, heard some archivists mention how many people had ended up at the hospital because of him. Trevor is fairly sure the other client had probably killed his fair share of prisoners too.

Trevor loves violence, but not like that. "I hope you won't mind? We could get to my place, you can have coffee of a drink then I can walk you back to the Bordel?" He offers instead.

[drunkenusurper]

* ˚ ✦ 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Small pools of rain collected in various puddles along the deserted streets. Neon lights reflected in the darkened pools, creating a newfound source of light. The scent of petrichor clung in the air, intertwining with the variety of scents that fulfilled the crisp air. Surely her own scent had now combined with the previous existing scents. Two species would certainly be able to locate the pheromone that clung to her figure. On any other occasion—particularly her day job—such a scent would be unwelcoming. However, it was this very smell that would secure her money. 

Amanda's heels shuffled along the pavement, her ankles nearly sore from her journey. It was not the wisest fashion choice but would catch the eye of some individual. The young woman clutched her jacket closer to her torso, shielding her body from the gust of wind. She was thankful that she had ultimately chosen to prowl along a familiar section of the city.

[trevorxparrish]

Is it late, or too early for the sun to be up yet? ———It is hard to tell, and he dares not to check his pocket watch for type. Those old things don't do well with the humidity, but it's a remnant of the past he cannot let go of. Not when he enjoys taking them apart, building or repairing them so much. With his 3-piece suit on and a touch of steampunk inspiration, Trevor does seem out of time when he stands beside some people. But in a place like Covaire City, there are people far more eccentric than him. His hair still hold their shape, slicked back, but with some volume.

He catches a scent amongst the many others, curiosity making his eyes search silently for the owner. His gaze drops to both of her wrists, catching sight of the mandatory bracelet for non-exclusive escort. The colour means little to him as he lives by the rules of the city. How long has it been since he last approached an escort other than Elijah? This reminds him to see Bryce—that one has been silent far too long, and that is never a good sign. He's about to go on his way, when he spots a client that has a reputation of paying car too often fees for damaging the goods during his rentals. The elysian hurries his steps, and puts his arm around the woman's shoulders. "Hello darling. I hope you didn't wait for me too long." He says, catching in the corner of his eye the wolf client stopping in his track, but quickly setting his sight on another prey—Trevor cannot everyone, that would be pure provocation. Which would make things worse for them in the end.

With the other out of sight, Trevor pulls back and give a light apologetic bow of his head. "Sorry about that. Just didn't want you to have an awful night. I'm happy to compensate you." He offers sincerely. There was a time, when he was still a civilian when Trevor would sometimes use his money to rent slaves, if only to give them a breather.

[trevorxparrish]

[trevorxparrish]

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

It would cross his mind later. After the fever of this first time cooled and Eli was laying with Trevor asleep beside him. He would worry that Trevor might only love the idea of him. Not the reality of who he was. That was always the fear. But that was still hours away. Right now the only things he was thinking about was how good Trevor felt and tasted and how incredible the entire moment was. When Trevor asked if they were having sex bareback Eli opened his mouth to say 'only if he wanted to'. But he also had plans for where his mouth went today and he just wanted Trevor to know that even before any penetration that he got tested regularly. "We can. If that's what you want."

There was a moment of concern as Trevor saw him totally naked for the first time in real life. But since Trevor seemed enthusiastic about it he didn't worry about it after that. Eli was reaching for his night stand when Trevor rolled them over and put himself on top. The older man grabbed onto his hips as his mouth opened in a dirty moan as Trevor began to move sliding Eli's cock against his ass. "Christ…" Eli whispered. His hand folding into Trevor's as the other man grabbed his hand and brought their mouths back together. Eli opening his mouth as Trevor kissed him. At the question Eli smiled against Trevor's mouth, "I got the message. Won't ask again." He looked up at Trevor expectantly and when the other said he loved big cocks laughed sitting up so he could roll them back over, putting Trevor on his back and putting a pillow under his hips. "Then today is your lucky day." He finally grabbed the lube from his night stand and slicked up his cock before settling back above Trevor, bending down to kiss the younger man as his fingers rubbed lube against his hole and gently slid inside him. Eli gasped slightly as he pushed his fingers into Trevor. Working him open just enough. Before he took his fingers away and lining up Eli pushed slowly into the younger man. As soon as the head of his cock pushed past the second ring of muscle inside he reached up and put his hands on either side of Trevor's face. Wanting to only have them look at each other as he slowly rolled his hips and worked his thick cock into Trevor's body. "Fuck. That's it. You're doing so good. Almost there…" He whispered against Trevor's lips as he looked in his eyes, telling him how good he was taking his cock until he was able to get all the way in. He couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of being tightly gloved inside of the younger man. "How's that feel baby? You feel nice and full? You feel fucking amazing…" He shifted his knees and hips so he could move more fluidly sliding himself at least halfway out before pushing in again. Making sure he was sliding against Trevor's prostate.

[trevorxparrish]

Wait? If that hadn't been about that———OH! Trevor almost blush, when rimming comes to mind, that must have been it then? He doesn't know, truly, but the anticipation is about to kill him for sure. Though, to be perfectly honest, they could've just kissed and cuddle, and Trevor would've been perfectly alright with that too... surprisingly. Maybe it's because the reality of what is happening hasn't really hit his mind yet. It feels like he's about to wake up in the middle of the night, in his bed, with and erection and wet crotch. Because how could this be true? At least, the documentarian won't have to be worried about the opinion of his parents, because both had known. He's brought back to this surreal reality and he simply nods; lost for words.

Trevor would've accepted anything underneath Elijah's clothes. But maybe, just maybe, he'd hyper fixated on the actor's crotch as a teen, imagining how big it must have been. His first time had still been with a friend of his father, just not the one he'd truly wanted. But his preference for older men with cocks on the bigger side, had all come from this men kissing him. Their amusement mixed with lust only make this moment better. And the way he cusses, Trevor wants to hear Elijah losing it as the actor fucks him. The younger man finds himself once more on his back, and a moment later, lube is out, and Eli is opening him up for his sizeable cock. He grows impatient, just as the other removes his fingers.

There's no denying that it's a bit painful, but it's something he actually loves, but damn, that has to be the biggest cock he's ever taken, and it feels amazing! His body shivers as the thick and long erection pushes fully inside him, and he cums on the spot, mouth opening, but only for a wanton whimper to come out. He's unsure if Elijah had realised what had just happened, but Trevor chuckles breathlessly. He gazes up and down between the actor's face, and between them. "I-I think I feel fucking amazing, Elijah." He says smiling as he kisses him once more, but his head falls back just as quickly, when Eli starts to move and he's never had his prostate stimulated that way before. "F-fucking hell..." He wraps his legs loosely around the actor. He's out of breath, pushing his hair out of his face, because he needs to see the other man clearly... or as much as he can, when the pleasure isn't forcing his eyes shut. "Elijah! So damn b-big... ruin me." And there he goes running his dirty mouth, but it feels too good. "I can take you... don't be scare..." He hiccups, almost like in a trance, as he reaches up to cradle the actor's face. "I won't break..."

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

"I do you all the time." Eli quipped back, pleased with his infantile sense of humor for the moment. These were the things that made him feel calmer, more relaxed. But there was a small trickle of worry that ran through him as he realized that he didn't know who knew that he preferred men. He knew who he'd told in this reality, a very small hand full of people. Three. Two on purpose. One on accident. But now it was possible that people he didn't know knew things about him and he hated that thought. Things breaking apart and other things coming back together.

Like those two faces that he couldn't unsee. Eli had known asking about dead family wasn't going to be a fun topic. But the way Trevor's face changed it was worse than he'd imagined. Fuck. He understood some of the emotions on Trevor's face but he didn't know who they were for, him? The twins? Both? His own face serious as he thought about how to answer Trevor's question. Why? Maybe it was fucking nothing. If that was the case he didn't want to tell Trevor the why. But maybe it wasn't. And if it wasn't Eli wasn't sure he wanted to tell Trevor either. But he needed to know for sure either way. "I don't think I ask for a lot of things. But this is… important." He reached up and scratched at his stubble and repeated the question, "Do you have a picture of your siblings that you can show me?"

[trevorxparrish]

"They do say the taker is the gayest of the pair. So keep doing me, just confirms my gayness." Trevor replies, not backing down, because something feels like they'll need this for what's to come. And fuck is he sourly proven right less than a minute later.

For once, Trevor actually tries to read Elijah's emotions. He doesn't detect anything negative toward himself, but has no idea why this is so important to the wolf. The elysian sighs, obviously unhappy about this, but still comply, by walking to his desk where he works on his watches, and takes out a phone from the drawer. He opens and unlocks it, before searching for a photo of the twins together. "Do you remember something from that other world that I should?" He asks, as he hands over the phone to the wolf. Trevor is calm, on the outside, but the storm inside of him is on full display in his eyes.

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

If he could've heard Trevor's thoughts he would have agreed with the younger man. There were going to be some important talks that they were going to have to have in the near future. But that wasn't right now. And Eli was again very happy that he'd told just about everyone except his secuirty to take the day off. Because it was better right now, this way. Just the two of them. The feel of Trevor's hands wrapping around his head made him groan. Feeling the rough intensity of the touch, like he was being held onto for dear life. And Eli couldn't help but return the desperation in his own hands pulling Trevor as close as their chests would allow. The whimper was something else, a noise that shot straight down into his cock. He couldn't remember a time when someone authentically wanted him, just him as much as Trevor said he wanted Eli. It was like a drug. Eli nodded when Trevor said they could slow down another time. He couldn't help but laugh lightly when mentioned cumming in five minutes. "We should have a quick chat about that… We might have to take it slow before I can get inside you." He kissed Trevor again and then began walking backwards down the hallway moving them towards the bedroom with plenty of stops for further making out and letting his hands do some exploring. "Also since I have to say it. I'm clean. And I currently am not sleeping with anyone." As he talked his hands kept moving, running over the front of Trevor's pants and then back to grab his ass and squeeze. They finally made it to the master bedroom and shut the door, pressing Trevor against it as the very large bulge in his pants pressed against Trevor's hip. Eli moved his hands down to take Trevor's shirt off, kissing the younger man's neck before he reached down to open his pants. Figuring that Trevor would work on his clothing. Before long they were both naked and on the bed. And dear fucking god Trevor was goddamn beautiful. And he needed to touch the younger man, to put his mouth on him. They were still moving incredibly fast and Eli was completely caught up in the rush and the need of it all but still it took him a moment to think about being naked on his bed with Trevor Parrish. So even as his hands moved all over the younger man and his mouth travelled across the same pathway he asked, "You sure?"

[trevorxparrish]

The thing is that some filthy mouths might say Trevor cares only for the idea of Elijah, but it's so far from the truth. Maybe he had fifteen years to catch up on the details, but he'd been around the other man for quite some time before his father's passing. Then, his mother had continued to tell him stories, and then he'd tried to ask left and right about the older man. Trevor isn't in love with the actor, but it's more than just a little crush. And like he'd told Eli, it'll be so damn easy to fall in love with him, because who couldn't fall in love with a man like that. Just what he'd been doing for years to help Eden———

He blinks when the older man talks about taking some time to get inside, and Trevor's mind goes straight to the gutter. Did that meant what he'd thought? Is Elijah's cock that big? Because if so, he might cum just seeing it. But then the talks of being clean brings up something else to his mind and Trevor moans quite pornographically. "I'm c-clean too. Fuck—are we doing this bareback?" There's clear excitement in his voice as he thinks of Eli cumming inside him, and his trousers are suddenly very uncomfortable around his crotch region. He doesn't realise that they've moved until they've reached the bedroom, and when he finally feels the actor's crotch pressed against his hip, his kiss grows hungrier. He tries his best not to tear any clothes, but his mouth waters at the sight of that monster of a cock.

Fucking hell! His cock is already dripping from the touches and trail of kisses. But that two-word question, it has Trevor flip them over. Then, he starts to move his hips, rubbing the crack of his ass along the fat cock, as he grabs one of Eli's hand. The gesture isn't dominant, but more like desperate for a connection. His mouth finds, Elijah's again, tongue seeking entrance as he moans. "Do I need to ride you to make you understand how much and how long I've wanted this." He groans into his mouth, and then remembers what the actor had said moments ago. "Also..." he whispers, breaking the kiss, and waiting until the older man was looking at him. "I've always love big cocks... I can barely wait..."

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli snicked with laughter when Trevor mentioned sucking fingers. "I bet." He watched Trevor come closer to him and his folded arms dropped as he drunkenly reached for Trevor's beltloops on his pants. Tugging at the clothing but not doing anything other than that. He chuckled again and nodded his head when Trevor pointed out that them sleeping in the same bed was pretty gay itself, "It is pretty fucking gay isn't it?" Eli grinned and shrugged, "I dunno, maybe." But the way Trevor started talking about it. Him being Eli's dirty little secret made the wolf laugh again. "I think it was fun. Fucking you is always fun. That's probably pretty gay too, right?"

As Trevor settled in front of him, Eli pulled at his beltloop without any strength, just tugging on the fabric as Trevor changed the subject a little bit. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slow through his nose. "Tequila." He answered obtusely, "An ocean of tequila." But he paused and let his hands fall away from Trevor, moving to slide into his own pants pockets. He looked up at Trevor, a little more sober, as he said, "You know, I noticed a while ago that you don't have any pictures of your family anywhere." He paused again before he said, "You had twins brothers. Miec and Rhys?" He sounded far more sober as he asked, "Can I see a picture of them?"

[trevorxparrish]

Trevor just laughs openly now. He doesn't think he's ever heard the wolf say the word gay so often in such a short time. "You can't do gayer than me, Elijah. We know I'll win that fight right now." He responds in jest once more. "But this gay man quite enjoy all the gay stuff we do on the regular. So you won't get any complains from me—and even if I can't remember, I doubt that other me had any complains to make either." Because if there's one things all the versions of him seems to have, it's either profound attraction to Elijah, or being in love with him... or both really.

His gaze lingers down for a moment, watching the wolf's hand, and checking what he's doing, before it goes back to settle on Eli's face. Trevor could give more alcohol to the other man to make him talk, but that's not his style, he'll wait until he's ready. The change of subject is quite drastic, and whatever smile he had on his face leaves immediately at the mention of his family, but what actually kills his mood, and snuffs out the mirth from his eyes, is hearing the name of the twins after so long, and more importantly from the wolf. "Why?" Is the one question that he manages to speak. His gaze is strange, probably one that Elijah has never seen before—at least, not on Trevor's face... not in this universe anyway. It's like a mix of despair, anger and betrayal—like Elijah had just unknowingly opened Pandora's box.

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

When Trevor immidated Emlyn voice the older man laughed at just how good an impression it was. He shook his head and while smiling said, "Jesus, that was creepily good. Don't ever do that again." But Trevor was right. It was time to leave the past where it belonged. How many people got a real second chance? But that's what this felt like. And maybe it had to happen this way. That they had both had to go through the last fifteen years and come out the other side. He shook his head when Trevor told him that he was sorry. Eli had done it to himself. Both times. But at least this time he hadn't run and he hadn't let Trevor run. Not this time. He could feel the air between them like crackling electricity as Trevor said he wanted him. He nodded his head when Trevor said to take him but he still was moving slow. Like he was worried that Trevor would turn and bolt if he moved to fast. Or maybe because it didn't really feel real. It had been so long. But Trevor was right. Even as he told Eli to shut him up. He was right. No more guilt or shame. They hadn't done anything wrong they weren't doing anything wrong. Eli took his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between them. He'd never initiated a kiss between them before. And he felt like a teenager, suddenly worried about fucking it all up. But he curled a hand around the back of Trevor's neck and brought their mouths together. He kissed Trevor like he'd wanted to the other day. And it was fireworks. All of those stored up feelings between the both of them being released. He wrapped his other arm around Trevor's back and pulled him close, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless. "Hope that was worth the wait…" But he said it with a smirk as he kissed Trevor again, slower this time. Reaching up to run his fingers through Trevor's hair and down to cup his face and pull away just far enough to speak while pressing in for another kiss as he did, "How fast do you want to go? Tear each others clothes off now or do you want me to be a gentleman? I think it's only fair you pick the pace."

[trevorxparrish]

"Alright, I won't." Trevor had both admired and idolised his father. Actually, only a handful of people knew that this american accent was fake, because he had taken after his father when it came to his welsh accent. Elijah doesn't move, and Trevor wonders if the older man is as terrified as he is right now. Even with their feelings out, taking the next step, that last one over the edge—it's the hardest really. But it's what he needs, for the actor to make the move, because he doesn't think he'll be capable of doing it himself ever again. But he's aware that no matter what comes next, they'll need to have a serious talk about everything—from that kiss fifteen years ago, to Perry's mess up and what would happen with the documentary, to his burst out a week ago, and to what would happen with them. But for now, all of that heavy stuff can wait, because Elijah is coming toward him.

And fuck, when their mouths touch, and the kiss is finally mutual, there's no word to explain what's going through him. His hands wrap around the actor's head, desperate for his touch, a craving he'd long chosen to hide. He's too far gone to react beyond a whimper at the very brief pause. "We can be slow some other time—if I cum in five minutes with your cock inside me... blame the excitement." He moans quite seriously into Eli's mouth as they kiss.

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli is drunk, but not nearly as drunk as he is pretending to be. Because he is wary about what anyone might know after those dream walking head fucks that the city liked to play from time to time. And he wasn't sure how Trevor was going to greet him. But there was an intense pull towards the Elysian. Because he knew that they meant something to each other in that other life too. Like the city or universe or sadistic God kept shoving them together over and over until something cracked. He wasn't sure what to feel beyond some relief when Trevor said he couldn't remember shit. Thank fucking god. He grinned when Trevor offered to blow him until he passed out. He flipped off the older man and said, "Suck this. I'm not gonna pass out. I can hold my booze… Bitch." Words still slurred he frowned at the question then shrugged, "Just a saying. Doesn't mean anything really. Like saying 'how do you like that?' " He paused and then leaned on the wall, arms folded across his chest. "I think you were my boyfriend. Which is really fucking gay by the way. I might have also been dating a chick. I dunno shit gets a little fuzzy in there." He trailed off and then looked at Trevor a little more clearly as he was sobering up by the minute, "Lucky you don't remember shit." He rubbed the side of his temple. "It's getting pretty crowded in here. I'm gonna have to start prioritizing space."

[trevorxparrish]

Trevor would agree if he heard the other man's thoughts, because since day one, he'd always felt that push and pull toward the wolf. Like the world was trying to push them to gravitate toward each other, while also preventing them from ever truly touching each other. And he's yet to find out why. Like why would the fucking gods have a man like him, a Covaire supremacist, fall for a hunter of all people. Then again, who could be better than him to protect the wolf? No one. "Won't be the first time I suck fingers—" He replies in jest. If they can still have this back and forth, it's a good sign. But Elijah doesn't drink like that when everything is alright. So what is it that he knows that troubles him so much? He lets out a nonchalant sound at the explanation, taking a few steps forward as the wolf leans against the wall. "Your boyfriend? Well, I don't mean to be rude, but us sleep in the same bed, and fucking is pretty gay too." He teases back. But he doubts that's the issue, because it's not the first time they've been boyfriend in another world. "Was I your secret boyfriend? That's even better!" He chuckles, almost proud of the concept.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind remembering that. Being your dirty little secret sounds fun to me. But I get it. Hope the memories won't linger too much for you." He pauses a moment, before he comes to stand right in front of the wolf. "Do you think you're ready now for my question?" He barely waits for the man to answer, before he continues. "What put you in such state, Elijah?"

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli had woken up in the fucking grass outside of the house. He'd sat up, head in his hands as memories and jumbles of dreams and things more heavy and real than dreams tried to fit themselves into the fabric of the now. Who the fuck was Eden? Who the fuck was Emlyn? Jesus. But as he sat in the stillness of the morning sun he felt things shift and solidify in his mind. Those fucking twins… Twins… And he knew those faces. After so many deaths, so much killing people might think that the faces all burred together. And yes, for some they did. But not those two. Considering when it happened. He frowned. Trying to put things together. All that guilt and shame filling up the places that had been so secure and confident. Things shifting back to their baselines. But there were also gaps. Things that he didn't quiet remember. He rubbed his face and walked into the house. He walked into the house in a half daze, calling out for Trevor. But the Elysian wasn't there. He stood next to the noodle couch for a long time before he turned and walked to the first door that he'd never gone into. He knew it had been Trevor's parents room. He stood in it for only a moment before leaving it again, untouched. Then he moved to the next room. When he opened that door he could tell that no one had been in it in ages. Even to clean. Dust sat thick and heavy on every surface. It felt… exiled. The next room he had gone into had been the same. Dust inches thick. But no where he looked had any pictures. No photographs to prove or disprove what he was thinking. The other rooms were shuttered but cleaner, more cared for. But the mere fact that there had been two rooms like that made Eli's blood go cold. He wasn't sure what it meant. Shouldn't guess too hard. But fuck, he needed a drink. And he'd gone back to his stash of Tequila before he settled himself on the noodle couch to try and black out the things he couldn't forget.

He was slightly inebriated when he heard Trevor's voice. Standing up and putting the empty bottle down on the floor. "Here." He called back like a fucking first grader at roll call. Meeting Trevor in the hallway, he stopped, awkwardly. Looking at Trevor before he slurred out, "I won an Oscar. Lifetime-a-fucking-chievement. How do you like them apples?"

[trevorxparrish]

Thing is, Trevor remembers very little, to about nothing. But when he comes face to face with the wolf, he can feel strong emotions pulling him toward the younger man. And he can tell that they'd shared something special in that other universe, but he just doesn't really know what. Though, he does remember that Elijah had been the one to reveal his actual name. How funny that Elijah Ortiz had been a scene name... and here, the mask he wore to remain undercover. Knowing himself, Trevor is certain his other self had been some sort of secret keeper with that name. It's so strange to feel like he's known the wolf for years, and yet it hasn't been more than one.

"Did you? I can't remember shit. But congrats... want to celebrate? I can blow your cock till you finish passing out. And am I suppose to understand that reference?" How much does the hunter remembers? Clearly not that part, because Elijah would've either gotten out of the city as fast as possible, or found a way to take him down. And since neither happened, it's still his secret to keep.

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli had noticed the half step back. He'd been an actor for most of his life at that point. He could read a lot into body language and what it said about another person. He knew that he wasn't doing a very good job of telling Trevor what he wanted to say. To try and explain himself a little. About what had happened. And why he'd done what he'd done. And while Trevor is a grown man in his mid-thirties Eli could still see the rawness of everything that had never been spoken about between them. And the older man realized just how wrong he'd been. But that was when Trevor began speaking again. And the weight of his ignorance and pride ground down on him as he listened to Trevor emote. And what all of that icy quiet had done to the other man. It hadn't been Trevor's fault. None of this had been. And if he'd been at all smart he would have insisted that they sit and talk before they met professionally. Because they weren't really strangers. But they weren't friends. And Eli should have known better than to try and treat Trevor like his father. Because that's not what this was. Not since Trevor was twenty.

"You're right. I shouldn't have just disappeared on you like I did. And I had every opportunity to say anything to you in the last fifteen years. And there is nothing I can do to go back and fix the mistakes I made after we buried your dad. But let me try and explain a little about the other day." He looked down at the threshold of his front door and then looked back up at Trevor, stepping further inside. "Please, come inside. Let me say what I need to say and then after, I will help you pack the things you left here and you can leave. And I won't bother you again." He waited and hopped that Trevor would step into the house. He let out a relieved breath when Trevor did. Closing the door behind him. Eli looked at the younger man and said, "You told me before. How you felt about me. After your dad's funeral. You were very drunk. And I wasn't much better. And you told me. Right before you kiss me." He put his hands in his pockets. "And I pushed you away then because you were twenty, you were trashed, and we were both grieving." He coughed to clear the emotion from his voice so he could continue. "At least that's what I told myself why I pushed you away. It was also because I felt guilty. Guilty that I found you attractive. Guilty because I should've told your dad to get a cab and not drive home. Guilty because I didn't have to insist on the number of reshoots we did that night. Guilty because my best friends son was kissing me and I wanted you to. Guilty because it felt not just good but right." Eli looked down at his feet and sniffed, brushing his hand over his face. "So, when you crawled into my lap the other day it was fifteen years of sitting on all of that want and guilt and I froze. Because in real life there aren't reshoots or resets or redos. And I figured that I was fifteen years too fucking late and that was on me. And I don't have any right to ask you for anything. Least of all for forgiveness. For being arrogant enough to assume that my absence would be easier on the both of us. And for treating you like a stranger when you got here. I'm sorry."

[trevorxparrish]

Well fuck! Now it's his time to have his mind blown. He'd kissed the other man before? How the fuck had that happened? How could he have forgotten? Of all the things to forget—he'd forgotten about kissing the man he'd always found to be the most attractive. But then Elijah continues and of all the things to feel guilty about, that wasn't it. His father had always done what he wanted, and had he disagreed with Eli, he would've closed shop for the day. And no one but that fucking driver was to be blamed for falling asleep and killing his father. But today, anger doesn't have its place between them. But to learn that his attraction is returned, that maybe they still have a chance... they have an actual chance. Fifteen years late, but maybe for the best. At a time where he's old enough that he cannot be rejected for being too young. And fuck! He wants to believe they can make it work, even if Trevor needs to be in the shadow, he's ready for it, no matter the cost. It could destroy his career and he'd still try.

Please God, let us try.

"Elijah... let's leave the past where it belongs—in the past. My father would tell you to fucking suck it up mate you ain't God." Trevor manages to imitate is father eerily well, accent included. Then he comes closer, eyes filled with unshed tears, unsure of what else to say. "I'm so sorry you had to live with that secret for so long. But know that it wasn't a mistake back then, and it wasn't either last week. I want you so fucking much Elijah. And if you want me, even just a fifth of how much I want you, then take me..." His voice is trembling now, because this feels like a dream and a nightmare at the same time. "Shut me up now—please. We can talk about this later... but right now, I don't want this pain to linger between us... nor the guilt... nor the shame... we're doing nothing wrong... we've done nothing wrong... It's alright..." He says softly.

[trevorxparrish]

@undercoverhunter-elijah

He stands at the front door of his own home, wondering what will happened once he steps in—what will the wolf remembers, and what to do with the confirmation he now possesses, but would have preferred to never have for what he has found out is far worse than what he had expected———

He'd woken up behind his desk at the Archives. Usually, he would've texted Elijah, but how could he? Ransom Elijah Hunt—the only clear memory he'd brought back from another universe. Trevor had been sure this life had been one in a strange version of Hollywood, but he couldn't remember much beyond emotions, and a name. Hunt. It couldn't have been that? Since the battle against demons, Diane Hunt had been a name few would ever forgot, for it had been her zealous mentality that had ripped apart the walls between reality. The Hunt had been quite literally hunted down. But the name had been known to be only attached to one hunter family, and this meant that his beautiful hunter was part of those that had destroyed so much.

Luckily for him, being an Archivist meant that he could search through anything without arising suspicions—because only the true supremacist at heart could do his job. And so, the elysian had searched through books after books, looking for the names of those hunted down, but the name Ransom hadn't been there. But how had Elijah managed to get under the city's radar so easily. There, he'd gone to look properly at Elijah's file. And it had dawn on him how such a minor details had gone unnoticed. Raul E Ortiz had stepped into the city barely two weeks before the siege, and with everything that had happened, of course no one had given a fuck about getting the rest of his info. But then, at the end of the war, a photo had been added and the name had been edited to Raul Elijah Ortiz. The elysian had snorted at it—what kind of luck had been attached to that man's ass? Raul had either died during the war or killed by Elijah.

So wrong... so fucking wrong. A year ago, he wouldn't have questioned his finding and denounced the wolf for being a fucking Hunt, but now... Now, Trevor couldn't even humour the idea of revealing this to anyone...

This is treason—he thinks to himself as he opens the door. The day had been something, but he needs to know what the wolf remembers, and fuck, he'll kill anyone in this city who'll try to get too close to Elijah's secret. Because no one will take that man away from him. He'll defend his city until his last breath, but his beautiful hunter is his to protect. And he'll carry that secret away from all, even the wolf himself.

"Eli?" He calls out, following the wolf's scent.

[undercoverhunter-elijah]

Eli had spent just about every day since their last encounter playing it over in his head. Trying to figure out why it had gone so wrong. What he could have done differently. And it all really came down to the fact that Trevor had no idea what that kiss and declaration meant to Elijah. What it had pulled up inside of him. All of the complicated things that he had never dealt with. Just ignored and hoped it would go away. And his own fear. It hadn't occurred to Eli that Trevor would feel the same as he had when he'd been trashed out of his skull after his father's funeral. And Eli was positive now that Trevor did not remember any of that night. Which made this that much more awkward. But he'd been running from this for fifteen years. And Trevor deserved better than that. Trevor wasn't his father. And Emlyn had been gone for a decade and a half. His mother gone too. His siblings scattered after the twins pulled their shit. And where had Eli been? With his head up his ass pretending that Trevor would be just fine. And then justifying his choices once he saw Trevor being as successful as he was.

Standing just inside his doorway he could see the emotions play through Trevor's face. And the older man holds his peace. Because he needs to hear Trevor this time. Needs to hear all of it so he can actually say what he needs to say back. And maybe it would be too late. When Trevor said him staying away was the right things all the years ago. He'd spent so long working on staying as private as he could be. Silence was a hard habit to break. He reached up and rubbed his bearded face as Trevor came to a stop the soft tremor at the end. He cleared his throat and kept his voice as calm as he could. “I think it’s more fair to say that you don’t know what I want… Because I've never told you. Just like I didn't tell you why I dropped out of your life." He paused for a moment trying to find the right words, "If I tell you that you didn’t cross a line would you stop trying to leave? I want to do your project. And I'd like some more time to talk to you. The other day… You caught me by surprise. Everything was moving too fast. And then you were just gone.”

[trevorxparrish]

Vagueness—that's how he sees it. The other man talking about things without saying everything, and Trevor wonders why he must torture himself this way. When Elijah reaches to rub his own beard, Trevor takes half a step back, almost worried that the touch had been coming for him. It's not that he's scared to be touched... no, he's terrified. Terrified that if the other gets too close, that he'll break down like he had too many times before. And suddenly it's like he's hyperventilating, listening to what the older man has to say. So unaware that he'd already crossed the invisible line between them so long ago. That he's indirectly responsible for the rift between them. But trashing his place seems to have done little to help him truly calm down once faced with the source of his pain.

"How about you've had 15 years to say anything? I'm sorry to bring that up again Elijah, but how else do you want me to interpret things? I kissed you, and you push me away. We're both gay men so you know maybe getting kissed for you isn't crossing a line... but for me, it is, because that 'crush' never got away, it just became something else. And I thought that after 15 years, it was be gone, but it's not. And I just———I can't do this again... I can't be all friendly for a couple months while I film with you, and then nothing again. I just can't. Call me a child all you want Elijah, but losing my father broke me apart... but losing you broke my teen's and young adult's heart." Trevor stops himself from saying more. That little more that will make everything worse. Make what he feels real—too fuck real. And the humiliation that would follow...

But at this point really. Can he even lose more? "And I know my stupid self... fuck I look at you right now and I just want to kiss you so bad. I cannot let my thirty-five year old self fall in love with you, because that would be so fucking easy for me. So please, let me go..."

[trevorxparrish]

COVAIRECITYRP TASK 019: ❝  WEEKLY JOURNAL ❞

Today has been different. I finally decided to empty the twins’ bedrooms. I initially didn’t want to do any remodelling to the house, but with both Elijah and I now knowing the full truth of that event, I don’t want the shadow of them lingering in the house. I can accept talking about it with Eli, but I’d like to open some rooms again.

Theirs, will be the first two places I’ll do something about. I don’t want to change the style my parents picked—anyway, I like it. But I’ll redo them, and leave them open for the taking. Maybe it’s time to officially invite Cassidy over, and let Elijah know that it’s alright to have him over even when I’m not around. I do want him to feel at home… or at least, as much as possible.

[thinblooded]

"I'd appreciate it. Never had Elysian blood before, and I'm already a bit addled as is. At least it doesn't give me the same hunger as mage blood. Still not sure why I crave that more than anything else." Olivier didn't really mind that it slipped out with the euphoria. "Now let's get some more people out of the blast zone."

[trevorxparrish]

Trevor shrugs at the comment on mage blood. “Some vampires will only feed from virgins, and I’ve even seen vampires feeding on children or the elderly solely. It’s like why someone prefer black coffee over tea. There’s no explanation for it.” Although, the elysian is well aware that his blood can be addictive, if only for the sensation it brings contrary to other types of blood. “Are you alright to walk on your own?” He asks, because truth is, the baby vampire cannot keep up with him, if he starts to move around for real.

[covairesokami]

“You’re welcome. As for my staff, I assure you, I hand-picked those who I could trust and new had prior knowledge of my trade. Other than the newer members, I didn’t do much other than pay for the building to be built off my home. And then there’s the ones like Mirie, who do things I absolutely have no idea how to handle. Our scheduling would be all over the place if she didn’t have such a talent with computers.”

[trevorxparrish]

“Sometimes, it’s better for business to let others do what we can’t. But you treat them well and it shows in their work. I can attest to that.” Happy employees aren’t always a given. Especially for hard physical work. Then again, supernaturals do have quite the advantage on mortals when it comes to manual labours. He chuckles then. “Are you that bad with technology?” Trevor already stands out with the way he dresses. Outside of Covaire, people thinks he’s constantly cosplaying as some soft steampunk character, while here, most just assume that he dresses closer to the year he was born. And because of his younger look, he makes it a mission to always know the latest technology.