Don't Need A Hand To Hold

Cain Douglas Linkin - Fourty Two - Master - Claims:- Ex-Boxer I am Done Fightin'

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Cain angled himself into his hand, brushing back like he was chasing after his touch and James’ breath hitched in his throat raw from the feeling itself.

“Yeah?” He breathed back, wanted to say he wanted to more but then Cain moved again and he was face to face with him. He’s not a small man, but neither is James and Cain fits perfectly against him, head pressed over his shoulder Jams brought his hands around his waist and held him tightly.

He didn’t need the words to know what he wanted to say, because he had none of his own to offer back. They sat thick in the base of his throat and refused to climb out, so James didn’t let them. He didn’t need a thank you to know it was one.  All he needed was Cain’s warmth and him closer, close enough to hear the steady drum of his heartbeat. James held him for what might have been minutes or more, it didn’t really matter since it all blended in one but eventually he stirred looking for more. Looking for Cain’s mouth and he found it. They’ve shared some kisses before, but those were meant to be kisses alone. Hurried and satisfying on their own.

But now there is a sort of desperate urgency in his kiss, almost as if he might not be able to breathe properly if he didn’t get his fill on the other. Fingers pressed on the back of Cain’s head, gripping into his hair as he closed his teeth around Cain’s lower lip gently. James panted for a moment against his lip, then settled his free hand on the master’s thigh.  

It was such an odd thought to be thankful that James found him at a time of weakness but Cain was thankful. Very thankful. He would have probably still been all curled up in a ball, shaking, if it hadn’t been for James distracting him. He wished he could manage to tell the other man that but he also knew James wasn’t stupid. He probably got the jist of all that just from the way they held on to each other. They pulled back a bit and Cain didn’t have time to second guess a thing before his mind went blank with the feeling of Jame’s lips against his own. He kissed James back just as urgently. Clearly just as desperate, if not more desperate for the touches. He needed this. He needed James. Needed him in away that Cain wasn’t used to needing anyone. When James’s hand slid up his thigh, Cain’s lips parted against the others. His breath caught in his throat. By this time he’d forgotten what it was like to actually care about the person you were being physical with.Years had passed since he’d cared even a little bit. Hell, he did his best no to but James had wiggled into his life and it was hard to imagine that anyone could go without caring about him. Cain’s hands moved, one to James’ cheek and the other to the front of his jeans. Which he tugged on lightly as they kissed again. Well, Cain kissed him again. His lips moving against the otehrs as his tongue rolled across James’ lower lip carefully. Almost like he was still afraid that James didn’t want him. And part of Cain was still afraid of that. James had pulled away so suddenly last tome they were kissing in his house. He could do that now too. Even if this did feel different.

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slave--sean:

“I’m sorry,” Sean said miserably, pulling back away from Cain.  He didn’t look up, his eyes still glued to the concrete floor, but he didn’t turn away either.  “That wasn’t- I didn’t mean that you’re a liar.”  He swallowed.  What was he doing?  Cain didn’t deserve this.  Cain deserved a hell of a lot better than Sean could ever give him.  That was the problem the whole time.  

He shook his head, still looking down.  “You don’t get it.”  And why would he?  He was a master.  He had never had to play the game that Sean did.  Just because Cain never forced him into anything didn’t mean that their relationship, if he could even use that word, had resembled something Sean wanted.  It wasn’t that Sean hadn’t enjoyed what he’d done with Cain.  He hadn’t ever not wanted it.  But he was a whore and a slave, he didn’t get to want things, or choose what he wanted to do.  

Sean just felt tired, now.  And sad.  He hated having hurt Cain so much, then and now.  He hated himself for it, and he hated Cain for it too, for ever giving him that power.  Cain never should have cared enough about Sean for Sean to be able to hurt him.  “I don’t want to talk about this here,” he muttered.  “The guards are staring, and I… if you want to shout at me some more, that’s fine, I deserve it.  But can it be in private?”  After a second, he added in a tiny voice, “Please.”

“Ain’t stupid,you know? Ya’can explain it to me.” Cain growled as he looked at Sean. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted a smoke. He wanted a bottle of booze. Maybe two. He wanted to forget that Sean was here in the first place. He’d been living in blissful ignorance when he thought that Sean was gone for this place. he would have given his lest are to go back to that. But it was to late now. Cain had a feeling that no amount of booze was going to make him forget that Sean was here. He’d be damned before he didn’t at least try though. He breathed out when Sean started to show off just how sad this conversation was making him. Cain tensed. His shoulders and jaw tense as a cold expression crossed his face. In all the time that he’d known Sean he’d never wanted to hurt him. Never. But it seemed like that line had been crossed and they weren’t gonna ever be able to uncross it. Shaking his head, Cain dropped his smoke on the ground and crushed the butt of it under his foot. “That ain’t a good idea Sean.” He grunted lifting his eyes to slowly meet with the others. “You comin back to mine. That ain’t gonna happen.” He looked away from the slave and stepped back. “Besides, I said what I wanted. You got somethin’ else kickin around in there, by all means. If not this is done.”

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slave--sean:

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Sean snapped.  He’d never said he didn’t want Cain around, or didn’t want him at all, in any fashion.  It was just… The way Cain looked at him had changed at some point, and he hadn’t even realized it until that last day, when everything fell apart.  It wasn’t that Sean didn’t want him.  It was that he was never going to really be the person Cain thought he was, or maybe just wished he was.

“I told you to go because it was what you wanted, Cain.  It was what you needed.  It’s not about what I do or don’t want, and it never was.  Nothing in my whole fucking life ever has been, and it’s not going to be.  And that’s fine with me, but just don’t make me pretend that’s not true.”

He looked down and closed his eyes for a minute, trying to block out the hurt.  “It wasn’t me you lied to,” he said quietly.

“Don’t tell me what I wanted.” Cain snapped right back at Sean. He had no problem matching the others tone or how harsh the other was being. He could play this game with the best of them. Anger was one of few emotions that came very easy for Cain. He could express anger in a few different ways. Yelling at someone was one of them. He shook his head. “Wanted to claim you.” His voice dropped down to close to a hiss now. “Didn’t want anythin’ but you, goddamn it.” Cain took another long drag on his smoke. He’d said those words before. Not as angrily. Not as harsh but he had. “It was all about what you anted!” Cain was yelling again now. “Didn’t I make that fuckin clear for day fuckin one? I didn’t force you to do anythin. Don’t tell me not to pretend when your the one livin in some other fuckin world.” Stepping up to the bars, Cain blew out the smoke in his lungs. Plucked the cigarette from his lips and closed his eyes for a second. “I ain’t a liar. I don’t lie to no one. Ever.”

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“Maybe.” James chuckled and when Cain looked over he felt like he wanted to kiss him. “Maybe when I’m more in the mood for watching people hit you in the face.”

The slight shivers seemed to run less and less over his body and Cain relaxed in his arms, James felt his chest grow warmer because of it and his hands darted occasionally searching for Cain’s wrist and drawing patterns over the skin there, tracing lazy circles across his knuckles and under his palm.

It was ridiculous to think that he didn’t want to get out of the tub. Right now all he wanted was for this moment to last a little longer, but this was the cost wasn’t it? He grumbled and instead pulled Cain closer so that the other man was practically laying against his chest and his fingers carted through too long strands.

“Wanna kiss you.”

Nodding Cain slowly let his shoulders sag forward as James drew him even closer. His legs moved out, feet pressing against the other side of the bath as he lay against James chest. His one hands were rested on the others arms. Still hilding him safely as he calmed down. His head even moved back a abit, pressing into James hand like an affection starved dog. And to be fair he sort was one. It wasn’t often Cain got affection like this. He never started it. If he was having sex with a slave it ws just sex. Just throw you down, we have a good time and part ways sex. But affection like this was different. James was different. At James words, Cain looked over at him. “Wanna kiss you too.” He got out in a low growl before taking a second to just lay there. He breathed out, realizing that he had to move. Slowly Cain shifted himself around. He pulled James forward a bit and put a leg on either side of his hips while still sitting in front of  James. He just looked at James for a second and leaning his head against the others shoulder for a minute. Cain couldnt manage to say thank you. This was the best he could do.

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Cain flinched away from his touch and that had been a first for him this place. James swallowed every time the other man shivered into him, and every time his heart tightened a little more. He pressed his lips against Cain’s shoulder and into the bare part of his neck, nuzzled his nose against Cain’s hair. James wished he knew how to fix this, how to make Cain feel better and even though part of him is disgusted by the notion - he’s hurting for Cain. Later James might even hate himself for it for allowing this place to make him ache for a master.

Cain was different. And yet, he didn’t deserve to feel better, James didn’t want him to. He wanted to cling to his hatred because it was the one protection he had. But Cain was shivering and scared and alone and James leaned in to kiss his jaw again with all the tenderness this place didn’t manage to take away from him. So he talked, desperately trying to dampen the sound of the storm outside.

“You know how you told me who you were and I couldn’t figure out how I knew your name. I knew I’ve heard it because it sounded familiar. I remembered later. I was turning twenty one and my friends dragged me to Memphis. We spend the whole night going from one place to another. Because I could now legally drink. Not that it stopped me before. We must’ve been blacked out drunk, because I am not sure either of us meant to end up at a boxing match. But the crowd was huge. I think we thought it was a damn concert or somethin’.” He paused for a second a small chuckle for how things were before. He’d been a spoiled rich boy, entitled to the whole world. “I wish I can say that I remember a thing from it. I really don’t. I remember the posters. Olive, my sister, thought you guys were pretty hot. I think she rooted against you though.”  James rested his chin atop of Cain’s head curling himself around the other a little better, as if he could somehow shelter him from the sound with that alone. Chest firmly pressed against Cain’s back so he could feel every even breath as it came. “She’s always had a thing for blond guys, so you know – it’s nothing personal. Still I think you won at the end ‘cause she pouted all night because of it. I wish I paid attention, saw them raise your hand. ‘s what they do right? You probably looked like shit.”

When James kissed his shoulder and nuzzled in against the back of Cain’s head, it was comforting. Which was not a feeling that Cain was used to. He could recall once when he’d run from his father to his mom for some sort of safety and comfort. She’s told him to either stand up to his dad or be a man and take what he was being give. He could remember the smell of whisky on her break and how her cigarette dangled so close to his face that he thought she might use it on him if he didn’t leave her alone. He learned fast not to go looking for comfort. There wasn’t any to find in most places. So it was hard for him to wrap his mind around the warm feelings that James was giving him. The calming pull of his arms. The distraction of his lips. Turning to his head just slightly, Cain took the kisses at his jaw and leaned the side of his head against James’s forehead a bit. He didn’t know what the comforting feeling was but he liked it. He could cling to that. He could cling to the sound of his voice once James started talking. In fact Cain zoned out on it. Just listening to James’s story. As he went on his shaking started to slow down a bit and the storm seemed to move past them. At least enough that the thunder was a low rumble and no longer a loud crash when it came. He took a few more shaky breaths before things evened out and he even managed the smallest amused grunt when James said he probably looked like shit. He probably had. Even when he won fights he often came out looking like he was the loser. That’s just how things went. “Got most my fights on tape.” Cain mumbled as he looked over his shoulder at James. “Could probably find it.” He added with a shrug before letting his body relax once more against James. God he felt like a child with James so wrapped up around him. It was embarrassing but he couldnt bring himself to pull away or push James off him. He just needed a second to be alright before things where bad again.

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slave--sean:

Sean knew that look, the pacing around.  He’d always been able to read Cain in a way most people couldn’t.  It was why they had clicked, back then.  This was Cain being frustrated because there were things he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to get them out.  This was what he looked like when he was feeling something so strong it was like a wildfire in him, untameable.  It couldn’t be boxed into something so finite as words.  Sean knew what that felt like.  So he also knew that whatever came out of Cain’s mouth, it wasn’t how he really felt.  It was just what he knew how to say.  

“Don’t you lay this on me, this isn’t about what I want,” Sean snarled back.  Nothing is ever about what he wants.  That much was honest at least.  “I never wanted-” He cut himself off, his jaw snapping closed before the words could finish.  Never wanted to hurt him.  That was what he’d been going to say.  He never wanted to hurt Cain.  Never wanted to mean enough to him to hurt him.  Sean pulled back, looking away to the side, anger fading into coals.  His voice was quieter when he spoke, still looking off to the left and down at the floor.  “I never lied to you.”

“Why?” Cain asked as his hands moved to curl around the bars of Sean’s cell. “Never would have left if you hadn’t told me to go.” He pointed out looking at the other. “Never would have bolted.” He added before his mouth fixed in a hard line. He paused for a second as Sean snapped at him. Cain stepped back and his hands started to go for his smokes. He needed something .He needed them so badly it hurt. Shaking his head as Sean went on talking, Cain light up his cigarette and took a long drag. The drugs calming his nerves slightly as he breathed out slowly. “Me? Yeah, I know. You made that pretty fuckin’ clear.” Cain growled out before his jaw set, lips still locked around his smoke like it was his life line. Like if he didn’t breath in smoke he might as well not have been breathing at all. After a moment or two Cain pulled the smoke back and rubbed one of his eyes. He looked away from Sean. “Never lied to you neither.” He grumbled. He had meant every word he said to Sean. When he admitted how much he cared about him. Even said that down L word. When he ruined everything. He hadn’t been lying then. And if Sean hadn’t lied either than he really wanted Cain gone too.

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domincnt:

Gabriel waited, looking away from Cain as he looked around them, a faint whistle escaping his lips as he rocked back onto his heels and waited for a response. When he finally moved towards him, Gabe half-smiled, leaning forward and curling his hand into his friend’s shirt again, “Seriously, relax.” He murmured softly before pressing his lips to the man’s yet again, a hand pushing through his hair as he tried to tempt him into responding properly.

This time it was easier to relax against Gabriel, and Cain did. partly because he wasn’t as surprised this time when Gabe kissed him and partly because he was being softer now. Which was a good starting point for Cain at the moment. He kissed Gabriel back the best he could and gave a little groan at the others hand in his hair. His own hands moved then. One going to Gabe cheek while the other rested on his hip. Cain pulled back for a second and then tipped his head to the side just a bit and kissed Gabriel again. This time a little harder than the last.

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James frowned. The scent of cooked meal had him heading towards the kitchen. Leave it to Cain to try and cook for himself when he probably had enough money to have five star meals until the end of his days. He considered helping himself to whatever it was that smelled good enough to have his stomach protest when James aimed for the bathroom instead, following after Cain’s voice.

The rain and the thunder didn’t quite register as anything to James. It was another day in the resort. He might have even liked the serenity of the drumming against the windows. But when he crossed the door of the bathroom it quickly dawned on him how wrong he was. Cain curled in the bathtub, knees to his chest and curled into himself it was amazing how a large man as he could look smaller than his usual self.

James breathed out something that might have been Cain’s name yanking the door closed behind him, where another thunder roared and James hurried by Cain’s side.

“Ah, fuck.” He grumbled. “The storm?” He probably didn’t want him here, guessing by how much Cain liked to talk about himself. James would wager the master had sent for him long before the rain decided to match itself with thunder. James couldn’t care less if he did or didn’t though. Instead, he climbed in the bathtub with him and sat behind him both his hands curled around Cain’s waist tightly.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise. Let me help.”

It wasn’t that Cain didn’t want James there. He didn’t want anyone there. When he was scared, when he couldn’t not show how afraid he was, Cain expected physical pain It was just ingrained into him that way. He was ready for a beating that wasn’t going to come. Not from James or anyone else but still his mind told him to ready up. To expect pain. Even when James spoke, when his voice cut throw all the loud that was happening in Cains mind, he was worried about being struck. His eyes flicked up to look at James for just a second and he managed a slow, one nod. Yeah it was the storm. It set him off for some reason. Cain had never been able to completely pin down the exact reason why loud sounds like thunder had set him off. It was just one of those things. Like how some people were afraid of mice when they could clearly not hurt you. Yet still some shirked and hid. This was sort of Cains version of that. When James moved to get into the bath behind him, Cains body tense when he was first touched. He even flinched away from James. But when the others mans arms settled around his waist and just held him, Cains head fell forward and he let out a shaky breath before leaning back against James. His one hand come up to rest on Jame’s arm. He wanted to say something but had no words. Every time he thought he had something to say another thunder clap made him flinch and shake against James.

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slave--sean:

Sean felt something strangely close to relief when Cain turned back around, which only made him angrier.  He should hate Cain.  If he felt anything for the man it should be hatred.  “I’m not lying to anyone,” he spat back.  “We both know what I am.  I never pretended to be anything different.  And you’re the one who didn’t come back.  You’re the one who had a damn choice in the matter.”  Slaves in nearby cells were staring, but he didn’t care.  The ones who knew him had never seen him speak to a master like this, and the ones who didn’t know him were probably still just as shocked that a slave would yell at Cain.  “How dare you come here and expect me to act like anything but a whore.  What the fuck did you expect me to say?”

Cain shook his head and ran his hand over his face as he stepped back for the bars. He started to pace in front of Sean like he was the one who was locked up. “You-” Cain started before stopping. He wanted to tell Sean that he was more than a whore to Cain, or at least that he had been. A lot more. Apparently that had been the problem. But the words didn’t come out. they catch in his throat and others came out instead. “Ya’ told me not to come back. Wasn’t gonna force myself on someone who didn’t want me around.” Cain shouted back. He didn’t really care who heard them at the moment. He paused in his pacing when Sean spoke again. “Don’t know, don’t fuckin know what you want and what ya’fuckin pretend to want. I don’t know.”

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bewarethebiite:

James smiled ominous. Like he was holding back the million things he could say just because they both knew the answers already.

He eyed the way Cain’s jaw tightened. It was a pretty sight. He wanted to drag his teeth over it. James didn’t flinch at the tone. Obviously, he was supposed to, it’s just that he’s seen scarier things than Cain Linkin. “It matters.” That’s the only thing he would object to. It mattered. “Your feelings matter.” He shrugged took the next few steps ahead of Cain and turned around to face him walking backwards.

James smiled. He liked making this man apologize. He apologized. He wanted to make him do plenty of other things too. Things that made his breathing go a little faster and his gut stir with desire.

“What was your Dad like?” He asked.

Looking over at james, Cain tipped his head to the side just a bit. Sort of like when a dog was trying to understand its owner. Why did James care about his feelings? It didn’t make sense. Cain didn’t care about his own feelings. Well, actually it was more that he cared to much. He felt too deeply and had no way of letting any of that out. So he told himself over and over again that it didn’t matter. None of it did. He couldn’t really express it anyways... So in away it really dind’t matted at all. But the fact that James cared about what he was feeling was... well odd. For the most part Cain had always been the one who cared. He wanted people happy and comfortable around him. People didn’t often give him the same respect. They either thought he could take it or just didn’t care. James just kept getting harder and harder to pin down. At the sudden subject change, Cain cleared his throat. He shrugged. “He was fine.  Good as any.” He grumbled. Which was sort of true. Most of the kids he hung out with growing up came from the same situation. One abusive drunk parent and one just drunk was the norm.

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For the most part, his evenings were boredom. On his cot. Losing hours in sleep. A guard knocked his baton on the bars of his cell and James jerked at the sound.

“Get up. You’ve been rented.”  He had to follow. Still, James took his sweet time doing it, only to have that baton shoved between his ribs when he got near. The slave snarled at the guard and it was a second before either of them pulled away. Later he might pay for it, but now the guard couldn’t hit him. Not when he was supposed to be fresh for whoever had rented him.

They crossed the resort, only then did he, not the rain that slid down the windows. Hitting the glass like a methodical heavy war drum. Thunders joined in and the resort seemed a lonely place.

“In here.” James nodded, he didn’t need long to figure out Cain had rented him, so he tucked his hands in his pockets and stared the guard one last time before the door closed behind him. No trace of Cain though.  Just the thunder and the rain making their eerie music.

“Cain?” James took a few steps inside.

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When Cain had order the guard to go get James for him, he’d been cooking. He had told the guard to tell James that he was being taken to see Cain and warned the guard not to touch or force james into doing anything. If he didn’t want to come thta was fine. And that was all before it started to rain. Which wasn’t that bad. Cain could handle a little rain. It was just when the Lighting and the thunder started that things got messy for Cain. He didn’t know why he reacted so poorly to the sound of lighting. He didn’t know why it freaked him out so much. But it did. And like a dog running with its tail between its legs, He was off from the kitchen the second that the first clap rang around him. It was stupid. He was safe in doors. Very safe. Yet he still headed to the bathroom. Which was the one room in the house that had no windows. Without even thinking about it he ended up sitting in his bathtub. Knees drawn up to his chest as he tried to think about anything other than how loud that thunder was. Cursing himself for being so stupid. He could block out the sound of a roaring crowd while boxing but now some stupid thunder? He was crazy... Had to be. When he heard James call out his name, Cain felt every hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. He couldn’t just let the guy walk around his place. He’d probably get into something or god who knows. But if he saw Cain like this... Well no one had seen cain like this but his dad. And his back bore the tragic end to that story. “Fuck.” Cain whispered. James was gonna look for him. He was going to find him no matter what. It didn’t matter what he did now. “I’m in ‘ere.” Cain called unable to move. His body tense. to tense to move.

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“I make you do plenty of things,” James stated, lashes fluttering when the nicotine stung his eyes.

The firm no was all he needed to know that Cain had and probably still cared for the boy. “Yeah, he did.” So James persisted because that was what he did. Also because he wanted to know. “He was scared. You should know. You’re scared half the time too.”

The slave shrugged at the brightness that he saw in Cain’s eyes and wanted to hurt him for the pity that was there too. “’Don’t look at me like that.” He didn’t want the pity. “That’s an answer for another bargain.” James held his smoke between his thumb and index finger bringing it to his lips looking down as he walked. “Why don’t you like loud sounds?”

Shaking his head again, Cain glanced at James. “Ya’ask me to do a lot of thin’s, I do ‘em. Don’t know why, so don’t ask.” He added knowing that James would want to know because he always wanted to know. It seemed like the man wanted to know everything. When James pushed again about Sean, Cain’s jaw set in had line. “Don’t care why he didn’t want me to, but he didn’t. Drop it.” He got out in a far harder tone than he had meant to come out. Breathing out slowly, Cain looked away from james. “It don’t matter any. He ain’t here. I’m with you right now.” He got out trying to sound lighter. “Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” Cain apologized before taking a long drag on his smoke. A long one. One that filled him up, made him feel warm. He breathed out slowly. “Don’t know. Dad yelled a lot. Mom yelled back. Hunted a lot. Just never liked ‘em.” He shrugged.

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James frowned looking up as he cupped one hand next to Cain’s to light his smoke.

“Should’ve claimed him, stupid.” He stated after the first drag of nicotine filled is lungs. The smoke curled playfully past his lips. “He wanted you to. Did you want to?” A smile twitched on James’ mouth when Cain pointed out the rules of their game and the urge to lean in and kiss the man was almost physical that it pained him.  

“Around four years.” Time was relevant in a place like this. He knew he was twenty-four when he was brought here, and few months back a guard made a point to wish him happy birthday. James hadn’t known it was his birthday.

“Nah, I ain’t gonna make anyone do anythin’.” Cain shook his head a it as he blew some smoke out his lips at James. “No.” He corrected him, word hard. “He didn’t.” Cain grunted letting his head fall back a bit. He could still recall the whole conversation in his head. Everything leading up to the screaming, the yelling and then the aftermath. He’d packed so fast that afternoon to leave that he’d forgotten a whole lot of his stuff. Never did get any of it back. All he knew was that he wasn’t gonna stay were he wasn’t wanted. Now Cain looked over at James at his answer. “Four fuckin years? Here?” Cain asked, his eyes lighting up with something close to admiration and a little pity. “Surprised I haven’t meet you before now.”

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slave--sean:

Sean looked down, standing still in the middle of his cell, still facing away from Cain.  He let out a slow, measured breath, trying to control himself.  He shouldn’t be feeling anything right now.  What did Cain mean to him?  Nothing. He was just another master, just another man he’d fucked for money or favors or to survive, and walked away after on his own two feet, in control of his life because he could play this game as well as anyone.  So no, he didn’t feel anything for Cain.  He shouldn’t.  

But when Cain said he was going to just walk away, Sean spun, suddenly angry.  “Then what the hell are you doing here?  Is this some kind of power trip?  You show up and show me exactly how much you don’t want me and then leave again?  What are you trying to do?”  He knew damn well it wasn’t a power trip.  Cain wasn’t gloating.  He was hurting.  Sean could see that.  But fuck him for hurting.  He shouldn’t get to feel anything for Sean, any more than Sean felt for him.

When Sean lashed out at him, Cain simply stopped moving. He had been ready to just leave and not come back. He didn’t want to bother Sean anymore than he clearly had. Besides being near him it just hurt. More than Cain was willing to admit or had any idead of how to deal with. So he was doing what he did in most situations like this. He was ready to get out. Only he stopped because Sean suddenly was angry. Which hit Cain hard. He wanted to be angry back. He wanted to shot back and tell the kid to fuck off. God, Sean knew damn well that this wasn’t a power trip. That he wasn’t trying to do anything. “Excuse me?” Cain growled out as he stepped back up to the bars. “Never said I didn’t want ya. I didn’t leave without you screamin at me to go.” He voice rose as he stared hard at Sean. “You know damn well thats how things went down. I said somethin you didn’t like and that was it. Don’t fuckin lie to yourself. Ya’already lie to everyone else.”

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James sighed when he was robbed of his toy but didn’t argue instead opted for a cigarette. The taste of Cain still lingering on his tongue and mixing with that of nicotine. It wasn’t a bad combination.  

The other’s words piqued his interest, he moved closer.

“Why didn’t you claim him?” He asked tightly, lighting his smoke with the lighter Cain’d left him. “If you liked being with him.” The resort had its beauties, James had noted a long time ago . The trees, the open pools looking towards the night sky while steam rose from the heated water. He couldn’t appreciate any of that.  

Pausing his step for a moment, Cain got out his lighter when he saw what James was going for. He used his one hand to block the wind and lite the others smoke carefully before walking again once his lighter was back in his pocket. “Didn’t want me to claim ‘em.” Cain shrugged doing his best to sound as indifferent as possible to the whole situation. His dark blue eyes flicked over to James once more. “That ain’t how this works anyway.” He pointed out. “You gotta tell me how long you been here.” He grumbled. What? Its not like James would let him get away with not answering a question he promised to answer. Hell no.

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Gabriel rolled his eyes, finishing off his drink, before moving past Cain, heading into the bedroom and shrugging out of his jacket. “You wanna fuck, right? M'offering.” Gabe tilted his head, raising his brows, wondering whether he was going to take him up on his offer, or whether there was now a barrier on their relationship. Taking a stab in the dark, the male rubbed his lips together, pushing his hands into his jeans pockets, “Don’t have to only imagine what’d be like anymore…”

For a second Cain stayed back. He just chewed his lower lip and thought about what Gabriel said. Friends fucked all the time. At least thats what Cain heard. Why would sleeping with Gabriel change anything? He couldn’t imagine anything would change there friendship. Hell, if Gabe said he had a body to bury, Cain would bring the shovels. Standing up off the counter he walked after Gabriel and into his bedroom. “I’m down.” He told the other with a small nod.