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tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-09-21 09:38 am
tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-09-21 09:38 am
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[Fic, TSAS AU] Boundaries Broken
HUR HUR LAME TITLE BUT THIS IS A MIRROR OF CAS' AWESOME TOPPING BY untold_reveries . I found myself re-reading it over and over again by accident ;w;
WATCH ME FAIL.
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Trian: FOR THE RECORD THAT NEVER HAPPENED (at least my hair doesn't have blood in it this time? =\ )
My current journal name seems rather appropriate for this what.
untold_reveries . I found myself re-reading it over and over again by accident ;w;WATCH ME FAIL.
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Trian loved and feared fire, and as he held his hand inches away from his open flame of his fireplace, he wondered if Casimir sitting behind him did too. They had many similarities, he thought, the same love for magic, the same innate affinity for fire, the same tendency towards quietness.
He liked to think they were almost the same.
But he didn't trust Casimir enough to let him stay during the day; Casimir was, after all, a vampire. And all vampires in Lespire had connections.
Trian rose to his feet, turning to Casimir with his arms crossed.
"It's getting late," Trian said softly, eyes flickering meaningfully to the window. As much as he enjoyed the quiet moments with Casimir (that wasn't to say he didn't enjoy their discussions of magic together either), he still wanted to keep some semblance of privacy. Most other vampires didn't make it past his foyer, but his weakness for magic had allowed him to relax that rule with Casimir.
But instead of leaving as quietly as he came with a polite bid good night, Casimir said in a low voice, "I do apologize," and Trian immediately narrowed his eyes, wondering what for?
When Casimir headed towards him with purpose, Trian unconsciously took a faltering step back, but that wasn't enough to prevent the other mage grabbing him by the arms and pulling him close. Sharply inhaling, Trian tried to wrench himself away, but found his escape foiled by Casimir's strong grip. Somehow, he never realised there was strength under the other mage's clothing, strength he didn't have. He took a shuddering breath, trying not to remember what happened last time he felt trapped like this, trying to keep his control. Swallowing, Trian said quietly, unable to put an irritated edge to his voice, "Casimir. What ar--"
Trian barely suppressed the shudder that ran through him when Casimir pressed closer, whispered in his ear in a smooth, velvety voice that belonged to a memory, not Casimir, but the words, "You don't realise how little you know of me," were Casimir's, "I won't hurt you too badly, I promise." Trian froze in fear oh god not again, biting down a cry as he felt other's claws dig into his arm, felt a warm hand against his neck. Terror gripped him, forming a small ball in the pit of his stomach, weighing down his limbs, clouding his mind until all he could hear himself think was oh god no oh please no Casimir I thought -- ! and his heart beat against his ribcage like it was trying to break free and run, but it was as trapped as he was.
Casimir pushed Trian up against the wall, easily pinned his skinny wrists against the rough plaster, said as Trian's legs weakened, "No use fighting me," and Trian nearly gave up when he realised he had invited the very thing that could break him into his home, his sanctuary, his safe haven that wasn't safe anymore. Casimir was her, she was Casimir, was that predatory smile hers or his? He saw fangs, her fangs, his fangs, and he turned his face aside, closing his eyes, back arching in a vain attempt to put as much distance between his neck and Casimir as possible. But back then, that hadn't saved him, and he knew it wouldn't be long before those fangs would sink into his neck, he could almost feel them already, and a whimper slipped past his lips.
He wanted to think this was a nightmare this isn't Casimir but a voice in the back of his head was telling him flatly this was real, real, real.
A brief pause, not long enough to recollect his wits, before Casimir forced him down, up against the wall -- plaster or brick? All he could see now was red and black and Casimir -- and the other's weight pressed down on his hips until Trian thought he could feel them breaking under the strain. He tried to pull away from the fingers threading through his hair don't do that you're not him but the sharp yank on his hair reminded him he was powerless, helpless, weak, here. He gripped Casimir's shirt in fear, a useless attempt to pull the other off him, his fingers were shaking, clammy, Casimir's "no," echoing the word screaming in his head even as Casimir forced Trian's head towards him, crushed his lips on his.
Trian tried to shrink away from Casimir, bucked under him, this mouth doesn't belong to you but there was no escape, not even one he could open up in himself. Blood, warm saliva, tongue cleaning them up, Trian ached painfully in his chest, the things he had spent so long trying to pry from the other vampire to give to Tyler now forcibly taken by this vampire he thought he knew. I failed I failed I'm sorry so sorry he whimpered, as if that would make up for the loss.
Roughly dragged down by Casimir onto the wooden flooring, something that had made him feel safe, knowing that whatever took place within his home no one outside would know, even his home turned against him, trapping him against Casimir and no one would know. There was no one who could save him, no one who could make this nightmare go away. Trian abruptly drew his arms closer to his chest, protective of the wounds there, one of three barriers Casimir hadn't breached yet, eyes pleading with the other mage don't breach this one too. If he could, Trian would have crawled away from him, pathetic, but that was all he wanted to do.
No more, please, he tried to say, but he couldn't even force those three little words through his trembling lips.
The bite came harder and faster than he thought, it almost didn't register, and by the time it did, the pain was gone, leaving behind only empty holes, emptying him as another barrier crumbled in Casimir's wake. Trian tried to wriggle out from under the other mage, blood flowing from his neck in a thin, familiar stream, screaming soundlessly when he felt hips against his, foreign, alien. His narrow chest heaved as a warm hand slipped up his shirt, almost like he was going to throw up, but what came out instead was a stifled sob. Casimir was so close, too close, there would only be one more after this, he didn't know what would happen if --
And then, oh thank god you have some mercy after all, Casimir stopped.
His back arched in some remnant of an old memory and he could feel Casimir's hands on his face, but Trian averted his eyes, not wanting to meet Casimir's gaze; he feared what he would see there. Trian could barely hear the other mage's words over the dull roar in his ears, his ragged breathing, the smell of his own fear, blood, the empty soreness of his hips and the tightness of his back, the lingering taint of Casimir, bitter against his lips.
"See you tomorrow, Trian."
It scared him, knowing there was a tomorrow for the both of them.
He liked to think they were almost the same.
But he didn't trust Casimir enough to let him stay during the day; Casimir was, after all, a vampire. And all vampires in Lespire had connections.
Trian rose to his feet, turning to Casimir with his arms crossed.
"It's getting late," Trian said softly, eyes flickering meaningfully to the window. As much as he enjoyed the quiet moments with Casimir (that wasn't to say he didn't enjoy their discussions of magic together either), he still wanted to keep some semblance of privacy. Most other vampires didn't make it past his foyer, but his weakness for magic had allowed him to relax that rule with Casimir.
But instead of leaving as quietly as he came with a polite bid good night, Casimir said in a low voice, "I do apologize," and Trian immediately narrowed his eyes, wondering what for?
When Casimir headed towards him with purpose, Trian unconsciously took a faltering step back, but that wasn't enough to prevent the other mage grabbing him by the arms and pulling him close. Sharply inhaling, Trian tried to wrench himself away, but found his escape foiled by Casimir's strong grip. Somehow, he never realised there was strength under the other mage's clothing, strength he didn't have. He took a shuddering breath, trying not to remember what happened last time he felt trapped like this, trying to keep his control. Swallowing, Trian said quietly, unable to put an irritated edge to his voice, "Casimir. What ar--"
Trian barely suppressed the shudder that ran through him when Casimir pressed closer, whispered in his ear in a smooth, velvety voice that belonged to a memory, not Casimir, but the words, "You don't realise how little you know of me," were Casimir's, "I won't hurt you too badly, I promise." Trian froze in fear oh god not again, biting down a cry as he felt other's claws dig into his arm, felt a warm hand against his neck. Terror gripped him, forming a small ball in the pit of his stomach, weighing down his limbs, clouding his mind until all he could hear himself think was oh god no oh please no Casimir I thought -- ! and his heart beat against his ribcage like it was trying to break free and run, but it was as trapped as he was.
Casimir pushed Trian up against the wall, easily pinned his skinny wrists against the rough plaster, said as Trian's legs weakened, "No use fighting me," and Trian nearly gave up when he realised he had invited the very thing that could break him into his home, his sanctuary, his safe haven that wasn't safe anymore. Casimir was her, she was Casimir, was that predatory smile hers or his? He saw fangs, her fangs, his fangs, and he turned his face aside, closing his eyes, back arching in a vain attempt to put as much distance between his neck and Casimir as possible. But back then, that hadn't saved him, and he knew it wouldn't be long before those fangs would sink into his neck, he could almost feel them already, and a whimper slipped past his lips.
He wanted to think this was a nightmare this isn't Casimir but a voice in the back of his head was telling him flatly this was real, real, real.
A brief pause, not long enough to recollect his wits, before Casimir forced him down, up against the wall -- plaster or brick? All he could see now was red and black and Casimir -- and the other's weight pressed down on his hips until Trian thought he could feel them breaking under the strain. He tried to pull away from the fingers threading through his hair don't do that you're not him but the sharp yank on his hair reminded him he was powerless, helpless, weak, here. He gripped Casimir's shirt in fear, a useless attempt to pull the other off him, his fingers were shaking, clammy, Casimir's "no," echoing the word screaming in his head even as Casimir forced Trian's head towards him, crushed his lips on his.
Trian tried to shrink away from Casimir, bucked under him, this mouth doesn't belong to you but there was no escape, not even one he could open up in himself. Blood, warm saliva, tongue cleaning them up, Trian ached painfully in his chest, the things he had spent so long trying to pry from the other vampire to give to Tyler now forcibly taken by this vampire he thought he knew. I failed I failed I'm sorry so sorry he whimpered, as if that would make up for the loss.
Roughly dragged down by Casimir onto the wooden flooring, something that had made him feel safe, knowing that whatever took place within his home no one outside would know, even his home turned against him, trapping him against Casimir and no one would know. There was no one who could save him, no one who could make this nightmare go away. Trian abruptly drew his arms closer to his chest, protective of the wounds there, one of three barriers Casimir hadn't breached yet, eyes pleading with the other mage don't breach this one too. If he could, Trian would have crawled away from him, pathetic, but that was all he wanted to do.
No more, please, he tried to say, but he couldn't even force those three little words through his trembling lips.
The bite came harder and faster than he thought, it almost didn't register, and by the time it did, the pain was gone, leaving behind only empty holes, emptying him as another barrier crumbled in Casimir's wake. Trian tried to wriggle out from under the other mage, blood flowing from his neck in a thin, familiar stream, screaming soundlessly when he felt hips against his, foreign, alien. His narrow chest heaved as a warm hand slipped up his shirt, almost like he was going to throw up, but what came out instead was a stifled sob. Casimir was so close, too close, there would only be one more after this, he didn't know what would happen if --
And then, oh thank god you have some mercy after all, Casimir stopped.
His back arched in some remnant of an old memory and he could feel Casimir's hands on his face, but Trian averted his eyes, not wanting to meet Casimir's gaze; he feared what he would see there. Trian could barely hear the other mage's words over the dull roar in his ears, his ragged breathing, the smell of his own fear, blood, the empty soreness of his hips and the tightness of his back, the lingering taint of Casimir, bitter against his lips.
"See you tomorrow, Trian."
It scared him, knowing there was a tomorrow for the both of them.
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Trian: FOR THE RECORD THAT NEVER HAPPENED (at least my hair doesn't have blood in it this time? =\ )
My current journal name seems rather appropriate for this what.