Damon isn't submissive, isn't weak. He's made that point very clear to everyone - from when he was still alive and standing toe to toe with his father to ripping out throats in parking lots just because Stefan was fool enough to hint at the mere idea. He doesn't submit - the last time he did that it was to Katherine and looked out that worked out. And since he's Turned he has grabbed onto control and never, never, let go.
So when his breathing becomes erratic, and his blood burns deliciously in his veins, and his hips thrust automatically at the feel of Elijah pinning him down so damn completely it does his head in.
He struggles, but this isn't like scuffling with Lexi or Rose - struggle with a little give, but ultimately overpowered. Elijah's grip feels like iron, and he has that little smirk on his face - the one that Damon thought he'd created until he saw it on those lips and realized his own is a cheap imitation. And fuck, Damon likes it. He actually likes it and he can't figure out why; well, he knows why, he's not stupid enough to not know why he likes this but he hasn't 'liked' something like this since the 70's where everyone 'loved' everyone and he got it out of his system.
But he's not going to let Elijah know the he actually likes this, enjoys being pinned to his own fucking living room wall. He doesn't want this prick to know that he's getting off on the feeling of having no choice but to stay against this wall, that he literally can't move. And even as he thinks this, even as he struggles fruitlessly and fixes his face into the annoyed scowl he's so used to doing nowadays, his hips raise slightly off of the wall, searching for some friction. And he gets so close. He can feel Elijah's body heat through his obscenely expensive, perfectly tailored slacks. It's as if Elijah knows what Damon's traitorous body is trying to achieve because his smirk widens a bit, and he steps forward as Damon falls back against the wall, timed well so they still aren't touching, but they would be if Damon tries again.
Damon won't - he's embarrassed enough already, confused enough already, damn it. But Elijah isn't moving, isn't increasing or decreasing his grip on Damon's wrists or giving him a chance to recover some sense. They stand there, stock still, and Damon wonders wildly for a moment what if Stefan were to walk in right now, but the thought is swept from his mind when his heartbeat stutters. Because Elijah is stoking the bottom of his palms, that sensitive, fleshy part with his thumbs and Damon's nostrils flare and eyelids flutter without his permission and he needs to touch. something.
When he finally rubs against Elijah he clenches his teeth and swallows hard even as his head turns slightly to the side. Elijah doesn't move, and Damon doesn't either, and this is ridiculous. Why is he acting this way, liking this, and why are his eyes still fucking closed.
He snaps them open, wide and half wild, disgusted with himself. A feeling that only gets stronger as he sees Elijah giving him what looks like an amused, pitying smile that somehow borders on boredom.
Damon envies the expression.
Then he's slumped against the wall because Elijah has let go of him. He's fixing his tie, and cuffs, and is walking away, out towards the front door. He doesn't give Damon a spare glance.
Damon feels sick, really sick with himself and he wants to hit something or kill someone.
Oddly enough Elijah isn't the one he wants to kill.
He hears Stefan before he sees him, and when he walks in looking confused, pointing a thumb over his shoulder asking "What was Elijah just doing here?"
Damon walks away.
He doesn't know.