Damon smirked as he dumped his cold coffee into a mug, scrapping the thick chocolate from the bottom with a spoon before mixing it up and putting it in the microwave to warm. “Good boy.” He said shooting him a smile as he moved his hand. It was how he would get out of a ticket, hell it was the reason that they had never caught him, no one could talk to him and get a straight answer. Only a select few people knew where he lived and he could be gone before the cops even arrived. Compulsion was the best thing he had going for him. Have his clients were compelled not to talk to the cops about where he lived, because they couldn’t remember Unless they called him and told him they needed too. Oh the perks over vampirism.
“I could always make it easier on you and just turn your cute little ass into a vampire. You know it trumps magic any day.” He said smiling hearing the microwave beep behind him. Turning around he pulled the mug out, giving it another mix before spilling the warm, mocha contents back into the cup with the lid. Hey no reason to risk it all over his carpet if he could get away with an adult sippy cup. “Thanks by the way” He added giving him a wink before leaning back against the counter, blue eyes drifting over the boy’s body as he toasted him with his cup before taking a sip. Oh yeah, despite the lateness and the cold the boy had gotten it right, extra chocolate, extra coffee, hot thick milk. It was perfect and he let the boy know, giving an appreciative moan as he took another sip.
“We could do it now before your rich, stuck up, possibly hot brother tells you no.” He added, giving him a smirk as he licked his lips, clean of the drink, blue eyes filled with mischievousness.
Kol tinted a pale pink, embarrassed by Damon’s assertion about his cute ass. He wasn’t a prude per say, but there were a select few people he gave the time of day and even fewer got more than a ‘helping hand’. He liked Damon though, he was laid back and fun, and unlike the vast majority of people could be both of those things and still be respectful.
"For the record," Kol grinned at Damon, moving closer in a slightly predatory fashion. "Witch powers totally trump vampire powers. I could take you down." The last word was quiet as he stepped into Damon’s space, hand drifting idly down from his chest to his stomach, fingertips playing over the smooth, warm skin. For someone as mesmerizing as Damon, Kol was surprised he hadn’t found someone to take better care of him. He was alone whenever he wasn’t partying, much like Kol himself, but in what seemed like a sadder way. Maybe it was the being alive so long thing, it came with a sense of eternity that couldn’t have been comfortable.
"Elijah is pretty hot," Kol murmured, leaning in to kiss away some chocolate at the corner of Damon’s mouth — he couldn’t help himself. "I would set you up if we were on better terms. You are his type."
Waiting outside was fine with Enzo who had no want or urge to get back out into the hot annoying sun. His ring protected him but he still didn’t want to deal with it, nor did he wanted to deal with whatever annoying drug dealer was in those buildings. That was Kol’s scene, not his.
Sitting back in the seat he flicked Kol’s phone on flicking through the contacts till he saw Damon’s name. Grabbing his phone he sent Elijah a text with the name asking him to look into it. Yeah, so much for not being a spy, he thought bitterly.
“Got what you need?” He asked when Kol slid back into the car next to him. Locking Kol’s phone he slid it into his pocket and directed his attention back towards the teen.
Damon’s place was like a cool, dark cave and Kol struggled as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. It only took him fumbling around in the living room for a few minutes before he found the stuff Damon had supplied him with the previous day, it was tucked into the side of the couch where he’d had the brilliance…or stupidity to stash it. He’d been pretty wasted, trying V for the first time had been an out there experience, one he was going to see if he could get his babysitter to try with him in Vegas.
He left Damon a quick note before heading back to the car, Enzo had stayed put and for that small miracle, Kol was grateful. With the drugs in his pocket and a smile on his face he slid back into the driver’s seat. The day was looking up, despite the bumpy road he’d been traversing with his new traveling companion.
"Everything is great," he started the car and listened to the engine purr for a moment before adding, "have you been to Las Vegas before?"
Just as Enzo was thinking that the kid didn’t scream jedi padawan learner or whatever he suddenly did with his apology. The older male could admit however that the kids words held some truth to them. If he was unwilling to help him reach the inner rim then no one else on Nar Shaddaa was going to. It was more likely the kid would end up on the street begging or worse, as a slave being sold to the Hutts. It was the very fate that he’d fought his own siblings from landing and as much as he was loath to admit it, he couldn’t stand the thought that his own actions would land Kol there. After all he did have some morals.
“Look kid, I don’t have time for this—but—if you were one of my siblings I’d like to think someone would be kind enough to take pity.” Enzo scoffed trying to retain a small bit of his edge here and knowing he was failing. “I’ve got to go home and drop of some payments and cargo, refuel and what not and then I’ll take you as far into the inner rim as possible.”
It was dangerous, nothing he hadn’t done before though. Surly they could make the trip and he could leave Kol on a decent enough inner rim planet to make his way back to the core. Yeah, it sounded like a legit solid plan. “You’ll have to work off your due though, I don’t run cartel, even wayward jedi, for nothing mind you.”
Kol nodded, he’d been able to maintain his inner balance and the result was better than expected. A further compromise had been reached because he’d maintained his composure and he allowed himself to acknowledge that for a moment, but resisted dwelling on the success. The captain had siblings and Kol wondered if any of them were his age, enough so that he was being given a measure of pity on their behalf, it must be pretty close. The man’s next words worried him though, and he was once again reminded that some people were more layers than others.
"What would you have of me?" Kol asked, stepping to the side of the room toward the corridor. He didn’t want to approach the exit too quickly, but there was a knot forming in his stomach at the idea of providing payment for a service when he had nothing of material value to give the man. "All I have are my robes and my weapon. Jedi do not seek to acquire wealth."
His master had credits enough to supply them with room and board on planet and fuel for the trip back, and Kol hadn’t thought to retrieve them in his sorrowful state. He still felt the ache in his core at the thought of that moment. The pain could easily cripple him if he let it. If the clones had indeed killed more Jedi, which Kol was certain they had, then asking Enzo to take him to the inner rim was a dangerous thing. When many can be saved, few can be sacrificed. He nodded to the sound of his master’s voice in his memory, but honesty is also of paramount importance.
He bit his lip and ran his hand through his hair again. He was too nervous about when the captain was going to take from him as payment to consider telling him his suspicions about the clones.
"I have nothing to offer you sir."
Elijah groaned softly against Kol’s lips as his hand worked to tug his belt open and then his zipper. When that damn perfect hand was rubbing him through his boxer briefs however all thought left him and leaned his forehead against Kol’s neck.
They had been dancing around this moment since Kol had come back from the other side and Elijah wanted him more than he could put into words. Perhaps it was his need to reestablish this connection between them, to remind himself that this was his Kol and not some vivid figment of his imagination. Regardless, he needed his younger brother now.
Pressing a line of kissed along his shoulder and neck up to his ear he smirked against it, soft breath ghosting along the shell.
“I want just like this, leg’s pressing against me while I take you and make you beg and plead for everything.” He purred voice low, accent thick with his desire for the boy in his bed.
Kol shuddered, hot under Elijah, the breath of a whisper in his ear as he outlined just how he was going to fuck him. He knew what it would be, Elijah inside him, them being connected like that wasn’t unknown to him, but it would be so much more than that now. He and Elijah were linked in a way they’d never been before, and the idea of having his legs wrapped around his brother while his body was taken drove him crazy. He was flushed and biting his lip as he kept his palm moving against Elijah’s hard dick through the thin cotton. He could feel the burn of every small kiss his brother left on his skin, each time his lips pressed to flesh it sparked a small fire that burned well after the lips had moved on.
He started to press his own hips up off the bed, rubbing against any part of his brother that would give him the friction he needed. His hand moved faster and he could feel the movements getting more needy and hurried. Foreplay was quickly losing it’s appeal to him as his body got impatient. “Fuck me ‘Lijah,” he panted, “make love to me, whatever you want me to say.” Kol found his brother’s eyes. “I want you inside me…please.”
Of course Kol was going to be petulant about this, just like his older brother Nik would be. Elijah was right in being concerned over it though, even Enzo could see that. People in this world didn’t just invest time and money in stalking like that for no reason at all. Someone wanted Kol, badly enough to be sending him messages each day.
“Well color me shocked.” Enzo rolled his eyes behind his glasses when Kol mentioned him not leaving and instead having fun. “I’m not a spy Kol, a spy wouldn’t let you know they were spying.” He added with another eye roll glad the warlock couldn’t see him.
“Have all the fun you want, I told you this morning I’m not here to change what you’re doing. I just want to get to the bottom of this, which means you’ll be forwarding those text’s when you get them by the way. Hard to catch them when you’re deleting them the second you see them.”
Kol tried not to think about how he could hear the gears in Enzo’s brain turning, because he couldn’t, and if it was a real noise it would be really annoying. He could hear the roll in Enzo’s eyes though, as the vampire dished him back some of his own attitude. He fought the urge to do an eye roll of his own, a spy would also say they weren’t a spy. He didn’t feel like arguing the point further though as they pulled onto Damon’s street.
"How about you hold onto this," Kol tossed Enzo his phone. "You can just tell me if anything important comes up." He pulled through Damon’s driveway, stopping in front of the white monolith in the hills of L.A. "I’ll be right back, please stay here."
He slid out of his seat and readjusted his shirt and sunglasses. In and out, hopefully Damon would still be passed out, that would make it easy if Enzo decided he had to play tag along. Kol still hadn’t gotten a text back, so he’d just run in and grab his stuff and get out. Then Las Vegas for the weekend…or the week. He tugged his jeans down a little, so they were just resting around his hips, stretched over his hip bones. He checked himself out in the reflection of the car window and grinned before making his way around the car.
There was no mistaking the sound of the car in the driveway as Kol. Who else could it be> He was the only person he was expecting 100 hours late. Pushing himself up, he walked to the front door, black jeans riding low on his lips as he opened it. “Get in here.” He grumbled as the light hit his eyes. The one thing he hated was the sun and he was sure it hated him more out here than it ever had back home.
“Coffee?” He asked holding his hand out as he made his way to the kitchen to warm it up. “What’s the deets on the popo?” He asked, flashing blue eyes over his shoulder as he moved into the large kitchen. He really did hope the boy only got in trouble for speeding, he liked this one. He was cute and funny and for being a rich kid that was saying something
Kol brought his car to a sudden halt in Damon’s driveway, his morning had been less than lucky and he was starting to suspect one of his brother’s as having put a curse on him or something sinister along those lines. First the traffic, then the coffee place, then the cops, he was just glad to see Damon’s beautiful mansion. He was out of the car and halfway up the walkway when the door opened and the slender vampire stepped into the doorway with only half his clothes on. He caught the nasty look that Damon gave the sun and smirked as he handed over the other’s cold coffee and took a sip of his own.
"Oh nothing big," Kol settled his hip against the counter next to Damon and gave him a smile. He was cool, for a vamp, and he was fun — as vampires were well known to be. They were his favorite supernatural creature. "I was getting a bit ahead of myself, he thought I should slow down. I assured him that wasn’t the case." He held his hand up and swished it around so Damon got the gist of what he meant. He wasn’t one to flaunt his powers, but a part of him did want to impress the man.
If that was Jedi mind compulsion it was severely lacking in influence over his thoughts. With a sigh he moved from the access panel where the kid was hiding and into the storage room looking around. The ship was in mind flight, leaving the planet below and he had no want to go back down there. Going back meant running into trouble again and he’d just repaired his ship.
“Look kid I’m sorry about your Master and all but this isn’t my issue.” He turned back to Kol arms crossing over his chest as he watched him. If there was a single part of him still wanting to help the kid it wasn’t showing now. No instead he just wanted him gone and to not be tangled up in whatever this was.
“Besides, I don’t take the Hawk anywhere near the inner rim. We just don’t mix got it?” He added with another surly huff. This was beyond inconvenient for the smuggler who was now having an inner battle over what to do and how to handle Kol.
“Look, I’m heading home and that’s as far as I can take you. Nar Shaddaa should give you plenty of options for transport but I just can’t.” He concluded deciding that this was the best he could offer him at the moment. Did the kid even know what he was asking him to risk in taking him into the inner rim, let alone Coruscant?
Kol frowned at the captain’s back as the man turned from him, he clearly didn’t feel threatened by Kol or his lightsaber, and part of the young padawan grew angry. It was pride, he knew that, and he pushed it away. There was no need to show this man what he was capable of and why his presence shouldn’t be taken so lightly, but he was asking for his help and Kol knew better than to succumb to those impulses. When the captain spoke though, it was not what Kol wanted to hear. The man turned toward him with arms crossed, a defensive stance…as if he was unsure of his own position. Kol took a step forward, but stopped with narrowed eyes as Enzo continued to speak.
Nar Shaddaa? Kol couldn’t hope to find help there, he knew it and he knew that the man standing in front of him knew it. He didn’t have any currency or anything to trade he was willing to part with…and that included himself. He’d been warned many times over by his master about them getting separated and how easy it was for someone of his stature and look to end up in shackled to someone in slavery.
"You expect me to find transport to the inner rim from Nar Shaddaa?" the disbelief coloring his voice was thick and he didn’t try to hide his skepticism. "Me? By myself?" He brought his hand up to run through his hair as he exhaled a breath he’d been holding, he would have to find a way if this was the only path open to him. He stepped forward again as he took a breath, the air helping him find his center, "I apologize, I should be thanking you for your assistance. Please forgive my deception earlier and my the arrogance of my expectation."
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