stand there and hear me cry (it's all right) because i love the way you lie {COMPLETE}

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| PRESENT ;
| caim & dai ;
| nice job guys :| ;
| somewhere towards the end of this game pillar event ;
| some random open cell area, the prison. it's kind of scary in there. ;
| notes/rating/warnings: NC-17 for really not nice violence.
| EVENT; COMPLETE

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He couldn't hide for long.

It was a mixture of things, really, but most of all, he knew Caim too well to be surprised by anything he tried. In fact, he knew everything, all that experience from their missions together, from knowing his nature and his habits and who he was, right down to the letter. The way he'd turn at every corner; the way that tremor would go through him and he'd hesitate a second too long when he had to make a quick decision, the way all his muscles would tighten in anticipation of a punishing blow if he made it too slowly; the way he'd wrench to get free if he pinned him, and that rabbit's look, the immediate bolt when Dai graciously let him go; the way he would slow down, the way he was dragging his feet, the way he was getting tired, little by little and cut by cut. He stayed true to everything Dai had ever known about him

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"You look wretched right now, you know. Honestly, is there anything more depressing than vermin half-killed by a cat? Dragging your guts everywhere, looking this pitiable... It's really surprising that you ran for this long, in your sorry state. Too bad that it's all over, huh?" He dragged his free hand down until his cold armoured fingers could find the wound, and he pressed into it until it squelched, until he felt blood running thick and fast into the steel. He shivered, his lashes dipping for a second, his jaw trembling. Ah, now it reeked, that scent between them, and he could hardly suppress his smile.

Honestly, he thought, looking down at the black fluid trickling down over his palm.

He was so disgusting, it was actually sort of funny.

"You really gave it your all, didn't you? Every ounce of everything you had in you, and in truth, I really admire your resilience. I had no idea. You've become so strong without me." His smile was almost sincere. "You wouldn't even stop and let me kiss it better. Magister. Caim."You really must

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There he was. How could Caim have ever thought he had a minute to breathe and take in the reality of his own walk down the road of demise. Why, even, did he have to reflect on it? Life wasn't fair, and neither was Death. So he was stuck somewhere in the goddamn middle, like always, and as always he was caught between that and the cruelest irony of them all. He stared down Dai for a moment, breath almost coming to a stop when the other spoke, and there was that irony again, wasn't it? It was Dai's voice (he's doing this on purpose, and Caim hates it), Dai's choice of handling him (too rough, always too damn rough but there was something familiar about it, too, like a bad habit you couldn't get rid of), Dai's choice of contact (Caim stiffens when Dai's nose touches his own and it's too close TOO CLOSE don't do this to me don't you dare

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And, eventually, the young magister had learned through observation and his own experiences that there was no one to save you when you needed help the most. They were never there because they seemed too busy causing some sort of destructive damage to the order of your so-called life, whether it be from dying prematurely and leaving you to suffer in solitude or it be them telling you how sorry they were, that this was what they had to do (what you forced them to do) and that was how your life ended (at the hand of your closest

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Dirty little liar.

But it was enough to get Dai's back up, regardless, all his hackles on end, his digits twitching in their fierce grip on Caim's battered body. Just that even right then and there, with his fingers inside him and his blood surrounding him and his breath shared between them, shaking and raw and full of muted pleas and a bitter taste, he'd still dare to find solace in trying to diminish its importance. He'd pretend to have some strength left in his will, if not in his limbs, like it would make an iota of a damn difference. Just that there was a chance he wasn't lying at all, and maybe he'd finally taken that step during their ambling path towards destruction, that maybe he really, honestly didn't care what it all meant, any more. He'd driven him this far after all, dogged his every step for days and days, had driven him to the brink of exhaustion and back. Did he still have the wherewithal to look at Dai and think of anything but how much he loathed him for it?

... Yeah. Just maybe.

He pulled his fingers free (