Encore - A Captivating Mini-Fic (Shep & Elijah) (Patreon)

I was going through my files and i found these stories I wrote as bonuses way back when. I figured I'd post them on here since we've been doing an Intoxicating reread over on Instagram. This is an Shep/Elijah voyeur fic with a side of Charlie and Wyatt. I have another Linc and Wyatt Christmas fic around here somewhere too.

Anyway, enjoy.

Wyatt

Wyatt leaned back in his lounge chair, eyes closed, buried under his gray weighted blanket. It was cold out there in the desert, not a cloud in the sky. The only light came from the sliver of moon, the faint glow of the dining room chandelier, and the glow from the pool. They’d flown out early to meet Elijah on the set of his new film and it was now late into the evening, but Wyatt didn’t feel like sleeping. He hated sleeping without Linc and Linc was in Miami with Jackson, closing a deal with a new client. Wyatt wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep a wink before Linc got there tomorrow night. 

He heard the slider to the porch open and close but he didn’t open his eyes. He knew it was Charlie. She was the only one there besides Elijah and he was still fuming. There was no way he would be silent. He hadn’t stopped ranting for hours. Wyatt wasn’t too concerned. It was all part of Elijah’s process. 

“Wake up, sleeping beauty, you’re gonna miss the show.” 

Wyatt forced one eye open, perking up. “Show?” 

She waved her phone with her free hand as if he could somehow decipher her cryptic message. “Uh, huh.” 

“Are we watching something on Netflix?” Wyatt asked, frowning at Charlie’s bizarre outfit of oversized cream-colored sweater, Ugg boots and a bright pink beanie cap. Her legs were bare, but he didn’t question her outfit or the bottle of wine under her arm. He did question the bowl in her hand. “What is that?”

“Popcorn. Scooch,” she said, jerking her head in what he could only assume was a move over gesture. He sighed, doing as she asked, making room for her on the double lounger. She threw his blanket over her lap, tangling her limbs with his in a familiar ritual.

Upstairs, a light came on in Elijah’s room, snagging Wyatt’s attention. Elijah stormed into view with Shepherd not far behind him. Elijah looked furious and, as usual, Shep looked bewildered. “Are we going to sit here and guess what they’re saying?” 

“We don’t have to,” she said with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. “Just listen.” 

She hit something on her phone and suddenly Elijah’s voice erupted into the night air. “--stupid, He-man, neanderthal bullshit. We talked about this.” 

“What is going on?” Wyatt mouthed. 

“You don’t have to whisper. We’re muted.” 

“Isn’t this a little creepy even for us?” 

“Nah, it’s Elijah’s thing. He likes being watched. Says we’re the only ones he can trust though.” 

“You talked about this. I don’t get why you’re mad. It’s my job to protect you. To look out for you. What did I do wrong?” Shepherd asked, watching Elijah pace back and forth. 

“You threatened to gouge out his eyes,” Elijah reminded, exasperated. 

“One eye,” Shep said, as if this made things better. 

“He only had one eye,” Elijah shouted, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Well, that’s why I only threatened to gouge out the one.” Wyatt and Charlie both chuckled. Shep was one of the funniest people they knew and it was entirely accidental. “The one he was gawking at you with. You said he made you uncomfortable,” Shep reminded Elijah. 

Wyatt stuffed popcorn into his mouth. “Best. Night. Ever,” he said around his mouthful. 

“I know, right?” 

“Everything makes me uncomfortable, Sam. You can’t go all scorched earth on everybody who makes me uncomfortable or you’ll end up in prison.” 

“Statistically, that seems unlikely, rabbit. I mean, they haven’t caught me yet.” 

Wyatt and Charlie gave each other a nervous look and Charlie snuggled closer to Wyatt. “I knew it,” she whispered. 

Elijah gave a huge sigh. “Yet is the keyword, Sam. I want to keep you around. I’m not done with you yet.” 

“Yet?” Shep growled. “When will you be through with me?” 

Elijah sighed wistfully. “When both of us are long dead, but maybe a little bit after that even.”

He turned and gazed out the window, locking eyes with them. He gave a small smile. They both waved. He didn’t wave back, but he placed both hands on the glass. Shepherd walked up behind Elijah, wrapping arms around him from behind. The ginger giant was only five inches taller than Elijah but he outweighed him by a lot. Wyatt thought their size difference was hot. Shep tugged Elijah’s head to the side, dragging his lips against his throat, murmuring something Wyatt couldn’t make out. 

“Speak up,” Elijah said. 

Yeah, Wyatt thought, speak up. 

“Why?” Shep asked, clearly confused. 

“Because they’re listening. I called Charlie and left my phone on.” 

Shep paused. “What?” 

“Wyatt and Charlie. They’re listening. They can hear everything we say… and do. They can see us too. Look.” 

Shep glanced down at them and once more Wyatt and Charlie waved, this time with her wine glass in hand. 

“You called them so they could listen to us fight?” 

Wyatt shook his head. “No, I called them so they could listen to us fuck.”

Once more there was that low growl. Wyatt knew it well. That low possessive purr that Linc did whenever he was two seconds away from filling Wyatt up. He shivered at the thought, before pushing it away.

“Well I have every intention of fucking you against this window and I don’t care if they tape it and broadcast it on public access television so if you don’t want that, speak up now. And if they don’t want to see it, they should look away.” 

“Are we looking away,” Wyatt whispered. 

“A ninety percent off sale at Gucci couldn’t drag me from this spot. I’ve been wanting to see Shep in action since the day I set eyes on him. Elijah says his cock is huge, and he takes direction really well.” 

“There’s something very, very wrong with you,” Wyatt observed casually.

Charlie cut her eyes at him. “I don’t see you leaving either, Mother Teresa.” 

Wyatt sniffed. “I’m just staying to keep you company, because I know you are only using me for my blanket.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Besides, it’s his anniversary present.” 

“From us or Shepherd?” Wyatt enquired.

“Both.” 

“Elijah asked you to watch Shep bone him as a present for his anniversary? Did he ask Shep first?”

“Does Elijah need to ask Shep for anything? Has Shep ever in the history of ever said no to Elijah? What does Shep care? Now shut up and watch the show. I bet he fucks like a porn star.” 

Wyatt wondered if Linc would condone this. He pulled out his phone. 

Wyatt: Hi Daddy 

Linc: Hey sweet boy

Wyatt: Um… so, you know how it’s Elijah and Shep’s anniversary?

Linc: Uh, huh

Wyatt: Well Elijah asked for something really specific for his present from me and Charlie

Linc: The next words you type better not have anything to do with you having any type of sex with Elijah or Shepherd

Linc: Or Charlie

Wyatt: So, about that… what’s your definition of sex?

Linc: If anybody lays a finger on you, they’re going to die and you won’t come for six months. 

Wyatt: What if I said nobody will touch me?

Linc: You are getting dangerously close to a punishment and not the kind you beg for so sweetly.

Wyatt shivered at the thought. It was true. Most of Wyatt’s punishments didn’t feel like punishments at all but there were a few that Wyatt pouted over… but even those still made him hot. His cock hardened thinking of the last time he’d made Linc mad enough to punish him for real. He’d come at least ten times that night and had slept for fifteen hours afterward. 

Linc: I’m growing impatient 

Wyatt: Elijah wants Charlie and I to watch him and Shep bone. They’re in front of a big window upstairs and we’re down on the lounge by the pool. 

Butterflies took flight in Wyatt’s stomach as three dots bounced while Linc typed his reply

Linc: Oh. That’s fine. But no touching yourself. Do you understand me?

Wyatt: Yes, Daddy. 

Linc: Facetime me as soon as you’re done. I’m in my hotel room. You have one hour.

Wyatt: Yes, Daddy. 

Wyatt opened his camera phone and snapped a pic of him and Charlie duck-facing for the camera and sent it to Linc before setting his phone back in his lap. “Hand me my wine glass. I feel like this will be good.” 

Elijah

“Is this really what you want?” Shep growled against Elijah’s throat. 

“Do I ever lie about what I want?” Elijah asked, tilting his head to allow Shep better access. “Take my clothes off.” 

Shep was dragging Elijah’s shirt over his head before he even finished speaking. When Shep went to his knees behind him, Elijah smiled at Wyatt and Charlie who were no longer laughing or joking but watched them, mouths agape. Did watching them turned his friends on? He hoped so. Being watched was definitely working for Elijah. As Shep tugged his pants and underwear down, his cock slapped against his belly already painfully hard.

Shep’s large hands pawed at Elijah’s narrow hips, before spreading him open, teasing his tongue over Elijah’s hole. His hands slapped against the glass, canting his hips to give Shep more access. 

“Fuck, yeah. Like that. I want your tongue inside me.” 

Elijah moaned low as Shep complied, less and less cognisant of his friends below. He couldn’t explain why he wanted others to watch, to see how fucking hot he and Shep were together, to see Shep do everything Elijah demanded without question. But he did. He needed people to understand that Shep belonged to Elijah, that he was Elijah’s monster. He came only when Elijah called. He’d do anything for Elijah. Even kill. Elijah moaned as Shep’s hand massaged his balls, burying his tongue deep within him. “Oh, fuck, Sam,” he panted. 

Elijah let his head hit the glass as Shep fucked into him with his tongue. He could have come just from that alone given enough time, but he wanted to make this last. “Stop.” 

Shep sat back on his knees, waiting for further instructions. He really was perfect. He turned to face him, pulling Shep’s hair free from the knot on the back of his head and letting it cascade over his shoulders. Elijah liked him like this. He looked hot and dangerous, like some giant highland wildling just waiting to serve Elijah. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” 

Shep did as he was told, his gaze meeting Elijah’s as he pushed his cock into his waiting mouth. Elijah’s eyes rolled at the feel of Shep’s soft cock along the underside of his cock. “Suck me, Sam.” 

Elijah tangled his hands in Shep’s hair as the soft heat of his mouth enveloped him. He groaned deep, letting his shoulders rest against the glass as he fucked himself in and out of Shep’s mouth. He couldn’t believe this was his life. That he had this man who loved him, that looked like he did, that was loyal and sexy and was everything he’d ever dreamed of. “Oh, yeah. Fuck. God, you are such a great cocksucker.” 

He allowed himself another moment, before he tugged Shep’s head back. “Stand up.” 

Shep rose in a single graceful move, helping Elijah to the floor. “So chivalrous,” Elijah quipped, before releasing Shep’s thick cock from its denim prison before taking it  in hand and stroking it, his tongue gathering the pre-cum on his tongue before swallowing his cock. Shep hissed, his hands spasming on Elijah’s head. 

Each time Shep would rock his hips forward, Elijah would ease back, smiling up at Shep as he loosely jerked him. Elijah had wondered if Shep would pay any attention to Charlie and Wyatt below but he focused only on Elijah. The thought sent a warm glow through his body, his heart skipping a bit. 

Shep wasn’t sharing Elijah’s fuzzy feelings. He growled in frustration. “Stop teasing.” 

“Or what?” Elijah asked, cocking a brow at Shep as he slapped the older man’s cock against his tongue. 

A slow smile crept along Shep’s face. It would have scared the shit out of anybody else, but Elijah loved when Shep became… predatory. 

“Oh, you want to play like that tonight, rabbit?” Shep murmured,  

Elijah nodded. 

Shep shook his head. “Don’t nod. Speak. I need you to say it. People are listening.”

Elijah shivered. Oh, yeah. “Choke me with your cock, Sam. Make me take it.” 

 Shep took another step closer, until Elijah’s face pressed against his hip, forcing him to lean his upper half back and trust Shep to keep him from falling off balance. He hissed as his shoulders touched the cold glass. Shep didn’t attempt to make Elijah more comfortable. 

“Open,” he rumbled, all traces of sweet Shep gone as he let his monster drive.  

Elijah opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue like he was there for a checkup. Shep pushed inside, forcing himself  into Elijah’s throat. Adrenaline shot through him, head swimming as his brain fired warnings about his lack of air supply. Elijah lived for this feeling. He breathed through his nose as saliva coated his lips and chin. 

“Swallow,” Shep demanded.

Elijah obeyed, his throat convulsing around Shep’s length. They played their game, minutes passed, Elijah feeling giddy from the lack of oxygen. They didn’t play this way often, but when they did, it was magical. The only better than Elijah knowing he had his own monster, was knowing that even now, there was no safer place than with Shep, no matter how dangerous their sex games got. 

When he pulled back, Elijah looked up at him, eyes watering and face a mess. Shep rubbed his cock against Elijah’s wet and swollen lips, then he was being lifted to his feet. 

“No more teasing. I want to be inside you.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Elijah said, sucking air into his abused lungs. 

“Turn around.” 

Elijah complied, letting his head rest against the cold glass, eyes at half mast, only half cognizant of the two figures sitting below. Shep crossed the room to their dresser where the lube lived. Elijah listened as the door opened and closed and then moaned as two slick fingers pressed inside him, fucking into him without hesitation. “Fuck, Sam. I’m ready. Just fuck me already.” 

“Not like this.” 

Elijah turned and Shep captured his mouth in a filthy open-mouthed kiss, hauling Elijah up by the thighs. He couldn’t do anything but wrap his legs around Shep’s hips. He was so fucking strong, holding Elijah up like he weighed nothing. Then the head of Shep’s cock was pressing inside, gravity forcing Elijah to take it all. “You’re always so big. I feel so full,” Elijah whispered against Shep’s lips. 

“You’re always so tight,” Shep said, shifting Elijah’s weight so his knees rested over Shep’s elbows. 

Elijah sucked in a startled breath, leaning back against the glass as Shep thrust, pulling back until Elijah feared he might pull out before driving back into him hard enough to rip a moan from his lips. All Elijah could do was hang on as Shep fucked into him, canting his hips so that he was grazing Elijah’s prostate with each thrust.

Elijah was rambling now, unaware of what he was saying or doing. Each time Shep drove into him sparks formed behind his eyelids and pleasure shot along his spine until every thrust had him begging. “Harder. Please, Sam. I can take it. I need it. Fuck me harder. Faster. I want more. I want it all.” 

Shep grunted, adjusting Elijah’s weight as their sweat slicked bodies slapped together hard enough to wring these “uh, uh, uh’s” out of him with every thrust. Elijah’s leaking cock rubbed against Sheps belly. The friction was perfect. He didn’t even need to touch himself, wouldn’t have time even if he wanted. “Fuck, Sam. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” 

And he did, his release coating both their chests and stomachs, each thrust of Shep’s forcing more fluid from Elijah’s spent cock. Then Shep gave a feral roar and drove into Elijah one last time, biting down on his shoulder as he filled him. 

As soon as Elijah’s legs worked again, he tapped Shep’s shoulder so the big man would set him down. “Wow. That was amazing,” he panted. 

He walked to the bed on wobbly legs and hit disconnect on the phone, before looking over his shoulder. “Take a bath with me?” 

Shep nodded, walking towards Elijah. He thought maybe he wanted a kiss but Shep turned him around and bent him in half spreading him apart. “Whacha doing, babe?” Elijah asked, with a startled laugh.

“Making sure I didn’t hurt you.” 

Elijah’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. “You didn’t. I’m fine. It was perfect.” A thick finger pushed into his ass. “That doesn’t feel like you’re worried about me. That feels a lot like you’re inspecting your work, you big perv.” 

He received a hard smack on his botttom for his trouble and then Shep was gone, again stalking towards the bathroom. 

Once they were in the huge tub, Elijah’s back to Shep’s chest, Elijah let his eyes close, content to just soak in the water until he was all pruny. He loved this part, just being alone with Shep, with no expectations. Suddenly something occurred to him. A thought that stopped him cold. Would Charlie and Wyatt feel weird around him now? Was he weird for having wanted them to watch him?

“Sam?” 

“Yeah, rabbit?” 

“Do you think I’m weird?” he asked, pulsing pounding in his ears. 

Shep was silent for a long while. “Depends, I guess.” 

Elijah tilted his head back to look up at Shep. “Depends on what?”

“Well, are you weird compared to your friends? God, no. Your most definitely the most normal out of all of them, well not counting the baby-faced one.” Robby. “But compared to my friends, you’re all fucking nuts.” 

Elijah barked out a surprised laugh. “Your friends? You have friends now, babe?” 

Shep gave him a baleful look. “While I might not have feelings, I recognize that I have a societal obligation to Linc, Calder, Jackson and even Webster to a degree. They stood by me, they’ve hunted and killed with me. I’m obligated to watch out for them and their spouses and offspring as they would do for me. That’s friendship, is it not?”

Elijah smiled at him. “Yeah, Sam. That’s friendship.” After a moment, he asked, “How many of these little murder vacations have you boys been on now? Has Elite started offering you guys out as assassins?”  

Shep shook his head. “We don’t do it for money, rabbit.” 

“Then why do you do it? Revenge?” 

Shep shook his head. “No. It’s like I told you before. Some people are too dangerous to be let loose in society. If the law won’t remove them, then sometimes we have to do it ourselves.” 

Elijah nodded. It made sense to him. Maybe that made him a monster too, but somebody had to protect society. The laws just weren’t strong enough to stop the bad guys anymore. But he wondered about the others. “And they’re all just okay with this? Linc and Jackson are such hero-types.” 

Shep shrugged. “We don’t really talk about our feelings.” 

“Do you think Wyatt knows?” 

“I doubt it. Linc needs to compartmentalize to stay sane.” Shep said. 

“But not you?” Elijah asked. 

“No, rabbit. Not me. I’ve never been what society would call sane. Besides, I promised never to lie to you.” 

Elijah took Shep’s hands and pulled his arms around him. “Do you ever worry that I’ll run away from you?” 

Shep rested his chin on Elijah’s head. “No. Should I?” he asked, tone casual.

“No. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Elijah said honestly. “I think it would feel like a part of me was missing. I don’t think that’s a very politically correct attitude to have nowadays. But it’s true.” 

“I love you, rabbit,” Shep said, unprompted. 

Elijah turned in the water, resting his chin on his hands and his hands on Shep’s burly chest, smiling up at him. “I love you, too, Sam.” 

“Should we go downstairs and be social?” Shep asked. 

Elijah wrapped his arms around Shep’s waist beneath the water, resting a head on his slick chest. “In a few minutes. I just want a little more time with you.” 

“You have our whole life, rabbit.” 

Elijah shook his head. “It’s not enough.” 

But for now, Elijah supposed, it would have to do.