Miss Me? ((Elias))

[Damien Lennox S7]

For weeks, Damien had been playing what felt like an elaborate game of some description. Of course, it would have been infinitely simpler had his game partner actually known that they were playing – but that wouldn’t have given him the results he wanted, nor the entertainment. He wanted irritation and curiosity every time his eyes passed over Elias without lingering, not amusement. Not even Carlin knew the type of manipulation he had decided upon as his latest form of coercion; as far as his cousin was concerned, Damien had given up on Elias once and for all. His plans were safer when Carlin was ignorant of them, this time at least. She had proven that she would meddle to her heart’s content if it would stop him bedding Elias. After all, she hadn’t expected him to get so very close to having Eli in his bed. And he would have managed it too, if not for his cousin.

This was a lot colder and more calculating than his usual approach but, well, he couldn’t be surrounded by people like Carlin and his dorm-mates for so long without adopting some of their thought patterns. Besides, he had been put into Slytherin for a reason, even if so many people did have a tendency to overlook that little fact. Damien really didn’t enjoy being denied what he wanted and he certainly wasn’t accustomed to it. So when he needed to…yes, he would show his more ruthless side. He was the youngest son, the one who would be given nothing of worth that he hadn’t earned on his own merits. He was used to grasping whatever was offered to him, and wheedling whatever wasn’t. Charm was useful (and he could coast by quite adequately for most of his life on what his charm brought him) but a Lennox needed, Damien needed, more than adequacy. He would have everything, because nothing was not an option.

Still, the time for this game was coming to an end so Damien settled himself in the library comfortably. He could be patient, at least for a little while, though he was rather disgruntled to actually be working in the library. It was a place with potential for so much more interesting things than essays. It was also, he reminded himself sharply, possibly the one place that Carlin would step foot in only under extreme protest, being of the firm belief that books touched by so many grimy children were of absolutely no value whatsoever. Unfortunately, since Damien had lugged his own books up from the common room (under a feather-light charm; he wasn’t an idiot), he wasn’t really in any position to mock his cousin.

[Elias Hunter G7]

Eli chewed thoughtlessly on the end of his quill. A blank scroll of paper lay spread out in front of him. He was hardly focused on the Goblin's Security of Gringotts as he should be, but rather, his mind was still replaying the events of the previous evening.

It had been a normal night in the Gryffindor common room with a few of his closer acquantences, and what started as a puerile chat about how much fun it would be to have freedom upon graduation, he and a few of his fellow seventh years decided to play a harmless game of truth or dare. And quite frankly, it wasn't a very interesting round of the classic game, but there was one question that had been nagging Elias' thoughts for the past day.

Are you still a virgin?

Yes. He was. And while he hadn't thought that this was such a big deal, the looks that the other guys shot his way seemed to indicate otherwise. Elias had half an urge to defend his position, seeing that they all knew he was gay. It wasn't as easy to find a partner when you were gay, but he knew that this might only sound like he was generating excuses. So, rather, he'd laughed it off as though it were no big deal, while the idea of losing his virginity seemed to shed a new light of importance on the issue.

For one, he knew he wasn't the only virgin seventh year in the school. Grace, his twin sister was still a virgin, as she right well should be. Any guy who wanted to deflower his sister would have to get through him first, though that wouldn't prove to be much of a challenge seeing that Elias wasn't exactly the fighting type. However, if it came to the point of defending his sister from some crummy horn-dog, Eli knew he'd be able to put his average build to the task of at least bloodying a nose or causing a black and blue eye. The more he thought about this, the sillier it seemed, and he knew that if Grace truly did want to lose her virginity, he'd let that choice to her. Plus, for all he knew, maybe she just hadn't told him that she's already slept with a guy. They were extremely close, but he knew it'd be awkward for him if he had to tell her that he'd slept with someone.

While these thoughts wove their way through Eli's consciousness, he caught a glimpse of someone walk past. Tall, dark, and handsome, he thought, but then realized it was just Damien. While his original assessment didn't change (Elias thought Damien was very attractive), the addition of qualities such as seductive, manipulative, and finicky made the tall, dark, and handsome just slightly less appealing. Still, Eli felt himself drawn to Damien ever since they'd started talking and going on their occasional dates. He definitely considered Damien a friend, though the level of their friendship was debatable. As well, Damien was undoubtedly a good source of information when it came to the world of dating, relationships, and love in general. Most importantly, Eli was certain Damien was a wealth of knowledge when it came to one last thing: sex.

He dropped his quill and approached Damien. His demeanor around the Slytherin had grown to be more comfortable than when they'd first interacted. It was an odd feeling, but he attributed it to having spent a few evenings with this well known playboy. They'd yet to actually do anything too physical though, and that was thanks to Eli's hesitancy and sheer lack of experience, which he was almost certain irritated Damien at least a bit. Either way, with what had been bothering Eli for this past day, he knew he had to take this opportunity to approach Damien.

"'Sup," he greeted, in a very un-Elias type manner. He couldn't help but smile at the beginnings of a scowl that seemed to dance around the edge of Damien's lips. Rather than tiptoe around his true intentions, Eli laid it all out there, sure to keep his voice low for two reasons: they were in the library, and while he didn't mind talking about this with Damien, he wasn't so sure he wanted a chat about his sex life (or lack thereof) to be a public spectacle.

"When did you lose your virginity?" he whispered. "I mean, at what age. I don't need the details. That is, unless you're inclined to share." He wondered if Damien's first prey had been a male or female, considering that he'd been known to prefer either. "And lastly, do you find it odd that a seventh year, me," his voice heightened as he indicated that he was referring to himself, "has never had sex before?" He practically mouthed the word sex rather than speaking it audibly.

((Note: I'm not sure if any of this contradicts anything I've said about Eli before. Quite honestly, I've not done enough RPing with him to remember what all I've set forth, nor have we done enough consistent Damien/Eli posting to really establish a firm plot to pull details from. If I've contradicted myself or included something you find unnecessary, inaccurate, or otherwise needing to be removed, just let me know. ))

[Damien Lennox S7]

Damien stared at his would-be conquest blankly, clearly displeased. No ‘hi’, no whiny ‘you’ve been avoiding me’. Not even an appreciative acknowledgement of how attractive he was looking. The physical appreciation had clearly fizzled out of their relationship already, and they hadn’t even done anything. Had Eli even noticed Damien’s manipulations over the past few weeks? He had been fairly sure that the Gryffindor had realised that he was being avoided but perhaps he had simply been giving him too much credit. Carlin was forever darkly muttering about the uselessness of playing mind-games with conquests that didn’t have the brainpower to recognise them.

However, he reconsidered abruptly, this could easily work to his advantage. Virgins were often nervous and hesitant (and none more so than Elias, in Damien’s impatient opinion) but this unexpected inquisition might signify a readiness to finally cast off that childish form of innocence. If that was the case, it would make sense for Eli to approach him. Damien was, after all, the generous type of person who would be more than willing to share his expertise with those poor souls less knowledgeable than himself.

With that encouraging thought in mind, Damien tipped his chair back on two legs to better survey the boy in front of him thoughtfully. He didn’t really mind sharing details of his exploits but it was rather difficult to fondly recall something that he couldn’t entirely remember. “I was fifteen, I think,” he offered easily, propping his legs up on the table in front of him, but only after quickly checking to see if Pince was in the immediate vicinity. It wouldn’t be good for a Prefect (and, really, how had he been named Prefect, not to mention Carlin being Head Girl) to be caught breaking the rules he was supposed to enforce. “Her name was Sarah, or Anne. Some plain, generic name that doesn’t require any imagination from her parents. Her name suited her; she was easily forgettable. I do remember her boyfriend though.” Damien grinned wolfishly, flashing his white teeth at Eli. “I slept with him about two months later, when he found out about me and Sarah-Anne and came looking for retribution.”

Oh Merlin. Damien rolled his eyes, fixing that stern, unimpressed gaze on Elias once more. “Sex. Say it. Only children whisper it in corners like they’re going to be scolded for knowing what it means.” And this was the boy that he was supposed to seduce into bed? Maybe Carlin had known what she was doing when she had proposed that bet, because Damien was almost starting to lose hope of ever winning. “As for not having done it before…” Damien shrugged carelessly, honest in this as he was in everything else. Outright lies weren’t his style. “That’s your own decision.”

Damien dropped his legs to the floor and rose to his feet, moving in to crowd Elias’s personal space without hesitation. “But you know,” his voice teased lowly, “I’d be only too happy to help you decide, if you want me to. I can be very helpful.”

[Elias Hunter G7]

Though he knew by now he shouldn't be, Eli was impressed with the candor that Damien exuded when talking about his sexual conquests. He threw the girl's name out there so carelessly, not even remembering it properly. From what Eli had always imagined, your first time was meant to be special. Romantic. Memorable. Right? Well, not for Damien. And maybe that was why Eli was still a virgin. Was he taking sex too seriously? Maybe his fairy-tale view of love was immature and unrealistic. And quite frankly, he wasn't even sure that he did believe in all the romance and magic that was portrayed as love in all the stories, but why else would he have waited until now to really consider losing his virginity. Seventeen was a completely respectable age to lose your virginity he'd have thought just a day ago. But now, he was starting to think that he just needed to address the elephant in the room. Perhaps Damien was right. If Eli couldn't even say the word out loud without feeling pressure or a guilty sense of awkwardness, maybe he was being childish about this whole situation.

"Well then I'm deciding now," he said quite abruptly. "I want to have sex. Tonight." The words escaped his lips faster than the most cunning snitch. His frustration and impatience with the issue overpowered his better judgment. But at least if he was the one suggesting it, that would give him the upper hand, he reasoned. "That is, if you're up for it." There was no denying the attraction between the two of them. Elias may have been slightly naive in the area of sex and relationships, but he was a good judge of people. A manipulative playboy or not, Eli would have bet a handful of galleons that Damien was at least somewhat attracted to him. And, given his long list of previous bed-mates, Eli was certain that he was at least handsome enough to deserve consideration. Not to mention, Damien himself was quite the looker, even more if you took away his notorious reputation and any actual verbal interaction. From a pure physical standpoint, Elias wouldn't admit his own attraction to the Slytherin.

"My bedroom at eleven," he said with assurance. He knew that all of his dorm-mates would be out at that hour. It was a weekend, which meant extended hours for curfew, and they had always used the student lounge as a social centre in which they'd stay until the very last minute of which they were required to return to their dorms. "Unless of course your special title can offer us somewhere with more guaranteed privacy," he added, referring to Damien's Prefect status.