Twined
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,150
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to a person in real life is purely coincidental.
Cam
It resonates with him. The way the air flows through his lips to where it drives his lungs outward and causes them to collapse. The exchange is as harsh as taking a beating in an alley; and in the case of breathing, the tissues are the aggressor as they take what they need then expel the rest; leaving it to the rest of the world to clean up the mess.
It resonates with him, as he lays there, his breath shallow, and slow. His side aches, and carbon dioxide surrounds him. It’s hard to breathe, he feels like the air is running out. His eyes settle on the blinding lights above, and he realizes that he is alone. He’s been left here but the world’s not paying any attention.
It resonates with him, because being alone is all he can really expect.
*
“Do we have to do this again?” Allan’s voice is hard as he looks at Cam, even his gaze is hard. Cam doesn’t want to meet eyes. He knows the dirt is still on his skin long after Allan had washed the blood off and pieced him back together.
“I…” Cam trails off, because there’s nothing that hasn’t already been said. He knows Allan is just worried, but he is incapable of changing lifestyles. “I live for the rush.”
“A rush doesn’t constitute waiting to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Cam looks away again. He knows Allan won’t understand. Allan’s anger ignites; the emotion creates a crackle of electricity around him. It’s electricity that only Allan is able to emit. Cam’s arms tingle as it dances across his skin. Power is beauty, he finds the danger of it seductive, but he still flinches knowing that Allan’s control is thin. He knows that Allan would never hurt him. He sucks in a breath trying to remain calm.
“I’m trying.” He pleads causing the electricity to evaporate. The tension remains between them.
“Cam, it’s been twice this week.”
Neither of them is really buying the excuses anymore. Allan pushes himself off of the counter he’d been perched on; all long limbs and strength. Cam gives a shudder, and his heart jumps.
“I don’t want you to leave me, I need you here.” He says, this turn of events making him unsteady. It seems Allan is giving up on him. And before Allan can start in on him again, “you help the urges.” But Allan looks too tired and walks to the door without hesitation.
“I just don’t know Cam, I need to think.” He replies cocking his head to glance over his shoulder, studying Cam in a moment of stillness. “I need to be alone.”
That’s all the warning Cam gets before the crackling power comes again. The space is empty. His arms jump and legs jitter. Alone, he too rises from the counter; he sucks in air and when he releases it, he is by a dumpster, a litter of stray kittens at his feet. Weariness overcomes him, forehead touching the wet wall, it’s been raining. He sees trouble headed this way.
It just resonates with him.
It resonates with him, as he lays there, his breath shallow, and slow. His side aches, and carbon dioxide surrounds him. It’s hard to breathe, he feels like the air is running out. His eyes settle on the blinding lights above, and he realizes that he is alone. He’s been left here but the world’s not paying any attention.
It resonates with him, because being alone is all he can really expect.
*
“Do we have to do this again?” Allan’s voice is hard as he looks at Cam, even his gaze is hard. Cam doesn’t want to meet eyes. He knows the dirt is still on his skin long after Allan had washed the blood off and pieced him back together.
“I…” Cam trails off, because there’s nothing that hasn’t already been said. He knows Allan is just worried, but he is incapable of changing lifestyles. “I live for the rush.”
“A rush doesn’t constitute waiting to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Cam looks away again. He knows Allan won’t understand. Allan’s anger ignites; the emotion creates a crackle of electricity around him. It’s electricity that only Allan is able to emit. Cam’s arms tingle as it dances across his skin. Power is beauty, he finds the danger of it seductive, but he still flinches knowing that Allan’s control is thin. He knows that Allan would never hurt him. He sucks in a breath trying to remain calm.
“I’m trying.” He pleads causing the electricity to evaporate. The tension remains between them.
“Cam, it’s been twice this week.”
Neither of them is really buying the excuses anymore. Allan pushes himself off of the counter he’d been perched on; all long limbs and strength. Cam gives a shudder, and his heart jumps.
“I don’t want you to leave me, I need you here.” He says, this turn of events making him unsteady. It seems Allan is giving up on him. And before Allan can start in on him again, “you help the urges.” But Allan looks too tired and walks to the door without hesitation.
“I just don’t know Cam, I need to think.” He replies cocking his head to glance over his shoulder, studying Cam in a moment of stillness. “I need to be alone.”
That’s all the warning Cam gets before the crackling power comes again. The space is empty. His arms jump and legs jitter. Alone, he too rises from the counter; he sucks in air and when he releases it, he is by a dumpster, a litter of stray kittens at his feet. Weariness overcomes him, forehead touching the wet wall, it’s been raining. He sees trouble headed this way.
It just resonates with him.