He pulled Elliot closer and kissed back, wrapping his hands around his neck. Elliot broke the kiss and looked down at him with a wide smile. “We did it?”
“Ye-” Jules was immediately kissed again, this time with a considerable amount of tongue. Elliot ground himself down on him, and Jules reached under his shirt, flicking his hands over his nipples. Elliot moaned against his mouth and reached a hand down the Nephilim's pants, managing to get a groan from his preoccupied mouth.
Just when it looked like they were about to have sex right in the middle of the hallway, they heard someone clear their throat and speak.
“God, you two are like a couple of bunnies in heat. Every time I see you, you're trying to fuck each other in public. It's like I can't take you two anywhere.”
Debria looked down at them with her hands on her hips. The two stopped kissing, Elliot turning towards her to give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, we got a bit carried away.”
Jules gave him a dry look. “Speak for yourself. I was just minding my own business when you attacked me.”
“Well you didn't seem to be complaining when I was-”
“Will you two idiots get the fuck off the floor?” She crossed her arms. Honestly, it was like dealing with a couple of children.
The three of them walked into the hotel room, making sure to lock the door on the way in. Debria collapsed on the bed and looked towards Jules. “So, I take it that Jules' plan was a success?”
Jules smiled at her. “Patch, along with every fallen within town limits, is dead. No one has any memory of him or us, and all evidence of our existence was erased.”
Elliot threw his hands in the air. “Whoohooo!”
Debria tried to keep herself composed, but couldn't help let a small smile grow on her face. “Finally. Over three hundred years, but we finally did it.”
“So are we going after the rest of the fallen next?” Elliot asked, snuggling up against Jules in his lap.
“Of course. Patch was the most difficult case and one of the more influential fallen. With him out of the way. It shouldn't take much to be rid of the rest.”
Jules sighed. “I can't believe its finally over. That bastard had control over me my entire life and now...”
Elliot gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And now you're free.”
“But what if it happens again? What if--”
“Jules, it will never happen again.” Debria gave him a comforting look, placing her hand on his. “You know as well as I do that Patch placed his mark on you. No other fallen other than him can take control of you, and with him gone, you have nothing to worry about. Trust me.”
“And even if they try, they'll have to go through us.” Elliot smiled at him, and Jules found himself smiling back. “The nightmare is over Jules. You have nothing to worry about anymore. Not with us around.”
Jules eyes started to mist up as his best friend and his boyfriend reassured him. For centuries he had been under control, his mind ripped apart at the hands of a demonic bully. Now, with Patch dead and the two people he most cared about with him at his side, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Re: Spitefic: How it should have ended Part 4
“Ye-” Jules was immediately kissed again, this time with a considerable amount of tongue. Elliot ground himself down on him, and Jules reached under his shirt, flicking his hands over his nipples. Elliot moaned against his mouth and reached a hand down the Nephilim's pants, managing to get a groan from his preoccupied mouth.
Just when it looked like they were about to have sex right in the middle of the hallway, they heard someone clear their throat and speak.
“God, you two are like a couple of bunnies in heat. Every time I see you, you're trying to fuck each other in public. It's like I can't take you two anywhere.”
Debria looked down at them with her hands on her hips. The two stopped kissing, Elliot turning towards her to give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, we got a bit carried away.”
Jules gave him a dry look. “Speak for yourself. I was just minding my own business when you attacked me.”
“Well you didn't seem to be complaining when I was-”
“Will you two idiots get the fuck off the floor?” She crossed her arms. Honestly, it was like dealing with a couple of children.
The three of them walked into the hotel room, making sure to lock the door on the way in. Debria collapsed on the bed and looked towards Jules. “So, I take it that Jules' plan was a success?”
Jules smiled at her. “Patch, along with every fallen within town limits, is dead. No one has any memory of him or us, and all evidence of our existence was erased.”
Elliot threw his hands in the air. “Whoohooo!”
Debria tried to keep herself composed, but couldn't help let a small smile grow on her face. “Finally. Over three hundred years, but we finally did it.”
“So are we going after the rest of the fallen next?” Elliot asked, snuggling up against Jules in his lap.
“Of course. Patch was the most difficult case and one of the more influential fallen. With him out of the way. It shouldn't take much to be rid of the rest.”
Jules sighed. “I can't believe its finally over. That bastard had control over me my entire life and now...”
Elliot gave him a kiss on the cheek. “And now you're free.”
“But what if it happens again? What if--”
“Jules, it will never happen again.” Debria gave him a comforting look, placing her hand on his. “You know as well as I do that Patch placed his mark on you. No other fallen other than him can take control of you, and with him gone, you have nothing to worry about. Trust me.”
“And even if they try, they'll have to go through us.” Elliot smiled at him, and Jules found himself smiling back. “The nightmare is over Jules. You have nothing to worry about anymore. Not with us around.”
Jules eyes started to mist up as his best friend and his boyfriend reassured him. For centuries he had been under control, his mind ripped apart at the hands of a demonic bully. Now, with Patch dead and the two people he most cared about with him at his side, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
He was free.