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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Darkside_(Tom_Becker), Darkside:_Night_Trap
  Relationship:
      Elias_Carnegie/Jonathan_Starling
  Character:
      Elias_Carnegie, Jonathan_Starling, Antonio_Corelli_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, werewolf_"anatomy", the_wolf_man_has_a_wolf_dick, elias_is_30-
      ish, jonathan_is_17, no_way_he_stayed_14_throughout_3_books, (what_is_he
      ash_ketchum), brief_mention_of_internalised_homophobia, and_i_mean_very
      brief, Semi-Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-30 Words: 1913
****** stressed out ******
by ciredan
Summary
     A packed house and Corelli's assumed control is already making
     Carnegie irritated. Luckily, Jonathan knows a solution that might
     just help him blow off some steam.
     [alternate title: It's Been Like Seven Years Since I Read The First
     Book So I Can't Remember How Carnegie Looks But My Mental Image Of
     Him Is Giving Me A Hard-On]
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
i. define your meaning of fun
Jonathan's own bed was cold and hard enough on its own, so it stood to reason
that his floor was only moreso (he knew that well, having accidentally woken up
there many times before) and it couldn't have been very comfortable for a
slightly chubby eleven-year-old (Jonathan liked to pretend that he hadn't woken
up on the floor in quite some time), let alone a hulking beast of a man-
- constructed all with sharp angles, hard lines and thick muscles. It often
creaked underfoot and Elias was a restless sleeper, as Jonathan now knew as
well.
The first time Elias had slept on his floor was the night directly after the
fire eater, Antonio Corelli, had "violently" (Hardly, Jonathan had scowled at
Elias' complaints) usurped him from his unofficial-official position of power
in their company. Jonathan liked to point out that, before the Troupe had
joined them, their previous company spanned an entire two members.
Nevertheless, the wereman was in a sour mood and twitched and growled in his
sleep-- after he finally did manage to get to sleep after keeping Jonathan and
himself awake with his "hmmm"ing and "hahh"ing until ridiculous o'clock-- all
through that night.
The second night was only worse, spurred on by tension between Mountebank and
Corelli, between Raquella and Corelli, between Elias and Corelli; hell, even
Verv didn't want anything to do with Corelli that day (granted, Verv never
wanted anything to do with anyone other than his car). Corelli was just too
overbearing, took up too much space, commanded too much attention, and Nettle
and Fray almost doing the ceiling in with their late night gymnastics routines
in the attic room didn't help either. Jonathan was already lying down when
Elias came in, muttering swears and vulgarities at the fire eater under his
breath and wishing a slow and painful death upon multiple members of his
immediate family.
"You gotta stop letting him get to you," Jonathan warned. Carnegie gave just a
noncommital grunt of acknowledgement, settling down on the floor and looking in
the opposite direction of Jonathan like he were being scolded by his mother.
"Hey, remember what's at stake here; we sure as hell can't get the stone
without them."
"Corelli is the last person I want to rely on."
"He tried to kill me too, y'know. You're not the only bitter one here."
The wereman only laid down in response and folded his arms behind his head in
what Jonathan could only assume to be a meagre attempt to control a bit more
space than he probably felt he did right now. Elias looked tense, Jonathan
noted: his hair was messy in a ponytail that the younger could only guess had
been in for days, his stovepipe hat was in a corner of Jonathan's room and
hadn't been touched since Sunday (it was Wednesday), dirt darkened his skin in
places-- he'd probably been for a run in a park somewhere and somehow ended up
in a ditch-- and bruise-purple bags were begining to colour under his eyes and
he was even more unshaven than usual. He was still Carnegie, however, gruff and
grumpy as Carnegie may be.
Jonathan gulped. He was still the same Elias, after all; that same Elias with
the dark, heavy gaze. That same Elias with the strength that Jonathan had yet
to see rivalled. That same Elias with the undeniably impressive bulge hidden
beneath his trousers, Jonathan noted now as he glanced down.
Okay, so Jonathan had had some feelings that he wasn't the proudest of. For the
most part, he tried to pass them off as some strange fantasies that everyone
got at some point or another about people (especially attractive older people)
they were around a lot. It was only when he started to realise that most other
guys didn't have those particular feelings about men that he started to realise
that "Hey, I might get beat up for this" and began to hide it.
Now; however, now was different. Elias was a generally laid-back guy (Jonathan
tried not to roll his eyes upon even thinking that). Despite coming from what
was basically the 1800s, he'd never heard him screaming about burning fags
except in regard to cigarettes. This might even be the last time they ever saw
each other. Now could not have been more dissimilar.
"Hey, Carnegie?" Jonathan croaked out. He kept his voice to a whisper, well
aware that there were presently seven other people crowded into his matchbox of
a house. He willed himself to sound more confident than he was.
"Mmm?"
"D- do you need any help, like, destressing?"
The wereman rolled over to fix Jonathan with a tired glare. "What the hell does
that mean?"
"Like, y'know, blowing off some steam, taking your anger out on something."
"What do you have in mind, kid?"
Johnathan blushed, his mouth suddenly went dry and his head started to spin. It
was now or never and Jesus Christ he wasn't gonna take never. "W- wanna fuck?"
"You what?"
He took a deep breath before sitting up on his bed and preparing to repeat
himself. He was nervous-- irrefutably so-- and his words came out a wrecked
mess that he swore he had suppressed in his mind."I said-"
Elias shook his head, dismissed Jonathan with a wave of his hand and lowered
his voice to almost a purr. "I heard what you said. I mean, are you sure
though?"
Jonathan nodded vigorously. Moving onto hands and knees, he crawled forwards
only to stumble and almost fall off of the edge of the bed because of the
pervading darkness. Elias gave what was almost a chuckle and started towards
Jonathan, placed a firm hand on his shoulder to steady the younger and looked
up into his eyes with a smirk. "Yeah," Jonathan confirmed, "Never been more
sure in my life."
ii. is it fuckin, druggin or guns?
Elias moved over the boy, his body rippling and contorting as chapped lips
pressed to Jonathan's neck and sucked an angry bruise just below the collar.
Jonathan whimpered pathetically, his hands clutching and clawing frantically at
the wereman's biceps as their bodies oscillated against each other. Sharp
canines pricked Jonathan's neck as he attempted to muffle himself by biting
down on his lip. He wasn't sure if the threat of seven other people walking in
on them was cause for excitement or concern.
Lips were removed in a blurry haste as clothes were desperately unbuttoned and
discarded somewhere in the room.
"Be as hard as you can," Jonathan gasped out between hungry kisses, and the
sharp clawed hand tangled in his hair tugged harder as he spoke and he had
trouble forming words, "I want to feel claimed."
Carnegie growled (guttural, in the back of his throat in a way that made
Jonathan's stomach twist into knots) at his words. "You got it."
Large hands firmly held onto Jonathan's hips as Elias ground his cock against
the cleft of the younger's arse. He spit into his hand and used the fluid to
slicken the way for his fingers to enter him. Jonathan keened back onto the
digits-- sure; he'd done stuff like this by himself before but it was
undeniably different when you didn't know just where the protrusion was going
to rub up against next (not to mention the size difference between Elias' and
his own hands, like, holy crap). The wet heat of Jonathan's arse sucked in the
finger greedily and it wasn't long before he was taking two, three more and
rolling and singing (as quietly as he could manage) out for more.
Then Carnegie figured that he was probably-definitely ready for his dick and
abruptly removed his fingers from the boy, which of course drew out countless
protests and whimpers from said boy. He was quickly silenced, however, by the
elder's mouth crashing into his own in a fiery display-- all teeth and tongue
and scratchy facial hair against soft skin.
Again, Elias spit into his hand as a means of lubrication and began pushing
into Jonathan. Almost immediately, he began to piston in and out and gained
speed exponentially until every thrust was deep, sharp, fueled with bestial
lust and rage and punctuated with grunts. Jonathan moaned brokenly and clenched
around him, clawing down his back with a ferocity that definitely drew blood.
If Jonathan wanted rough, the wereman would show him rough and just maybe he'd
learn a lesson about cheek as well, come morning.
Jonathan felt utterly used and he was loving every second of it. The fullness,
the pleasure and Hell, even the burn of his tightly stretched rim only served
to heighten his experience. Before could even register what was happening, he
came-- untouched-- onto both his and Elias' stomachs. The stickiness was only a
mild irritation at the moment and it wasn't five minutes later when he felt an
extra pressure at his arsehole.
The pressure only became more insistent as seconds passed. Carnegie was hunched
over Jonathan's body and fucking him madly like a dog in a rut (he figured it
was his werewolf side) and it seemed that there was more of his cock yet to
come. Jonathan, in the haze of sex and stupor, enthusiastically bore down on
the pressure and locked his legs as best he could (they were slightly numb and
aching) around Elias' waist. The object slipped inside with a wet, sloppy sound
and Jonathan couldn't even find it within himself to care that Elias had
stopped thrusting because at that moment in time he felt so very, impossibly
full. Elias groaned and growled by Jonathan's ear, making him shudder, and he
felt that full feeling get somehow even more intense.
Spent, Jonathan tried to wriggle out of Elias' grasp but failed miserable as
the knot holding the wereman inside of him refused to budge. He huffed and let
his legs fall to the side, wincing as they ached. With a strained grunt, Elias
rolled over so that Jonathan could lay on top of him whilst they waited for the
knot to go down.
Jonathan grinned. "That sure was something."
Carnegie nodded, the hints of a smirk visible on his face. "Yeah."
iii. i feel the heat coming off of the blacktop
"Fucking cats," Corelli complained in the morning, rubbing his head as he
poured over the maps and accidentally poured scalding coffee over himself as he
lost concentration for a moment. Luckily, he was used to the heat. "I didn't
get a wink of sleep last night."
The household was gathered generally in the living room for planning (with the
exception of Alain, who was busy reading upstairs, and Verv, who wouldn't leave
the garage). Mountebank lounged on an armchair, red eyes lazily scanning
Jonathan's house. Carnegie perched some feet away on the windowsill. Jonathan
looked up at the blueprints on the coffee table from his seat on the floor.
Nettle and Fray were wrestling behind the couch and almost knocked into the
back of Corelli's head. Fray shrieked and called Nettle a bitch as the other
twin violently shoved her face into the ground.
"Oh?" laughed Mountebank, and for a moment the murderous tension between the
two disappeared. "Do tell."
"Some cats having a fight or a shag or something at like three AM last night,
kept me up for like an hour."
Jonathan's eyes met Elias' and the wereman only grinned.
End Notes
     is this /the/ first fic ever for these books????? imagine writing a
     series and finally getting your first fanfiction and being all like
     "aww shit yea" and then realising that its underage gay porn lmao
     the names of the sections i. ii. and iii. are all from the song
     "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies (is good song yaes)
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