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Post by starrea on Feb 5, 2020 23:36:58 GMT
Sober Roman knew it was a bad idea to mix alcohol into his business with Caspian but Sober Roman was no longer in control, not after all that wine he drank with Alister. Roman indulged in small sips of alcohol but rarely got drunk because he had no desire to put himself in a state to make poor decisions. When he was drunk, he didn’t get belligerent or stumble when he walked or even really slurred his words, but he did things that definitely wouldn’t do while sober.
Roman I locked Caspian’s door and without bothering to knock, sauntered in. He definitely wasn’t tense anymore - in fact, his entire body seemed to melt with relief when his eyes found Caspian, relieved that he was still here. The room wasn’t very big and it didn’t take long for the overpowering smell of alcohol to permeate through the rest of the room.
“Caspian...” He drawled, walking right up to him. He had been so nervous to be this close to Caspian before and now it just seemed silly. He obviously wasn’t a threat. “I’m not scared of you anymore.” He declared. He needed to say it out loud, for both himself and Caspian.
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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 1:16:39 GMT
A bit of resentment had begun to grow within Caspian during his short period of captivity. The peaceful energy that he usually radiated seemed to be drained by his dismal surroundings, and the stress of leaving behind his farm and the animals he cared for. Despite this, thoughts of Roman continuously prevailed over the anxiety and managed to distract him. He wanted to know more and to gain the man's trust, even though he knew it probably wasn't in his best interest.
Caspian was laying flat on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling when he heard someone fumbling at the door. He sat up slowly and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, planting his bare feet on the floor right as the door swung open. He stared at Roman, quickly surmising that something was off about the man right as the distinct smell of alcohol reached his nose to confirm his suspicions. He instinctively tensed up as Roman approached quickly and unexpectedly, but he remained stubbornly seated on the bed. He tilted his head back slowly to gaze up at his captor, eyes unusually standoffish.
"Are you sure it's not just the alcohol giving you some liquid courage?" he suggested. He appeared calm, but his heart rate had picked up considerably as he anticipated what the hell Roman was doing here full of drunken confidence.
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 1:48:47 GMT
Even intoxicated, Roman didn’t miss the way Caspian coldly greeted him. It made him smile - he was finally having an effect on Caspian. He wanted to lift his hand and touch his face, feel the effect his touch would have on the man, but he didn’t. Not yet, at least.
He chuckled at Caspian’s words, “I thought I was fearless until I met you... and now I have you, and you don’t seem so scary.” He continued, his eyes focusing on Caspian’s face before seemingly zoning out.
“I don’t understand. I want to understand why you make me scared. I want you to make me understand.” Rodman’s eyes met Caspian’s gaze with intensity and his voice came out rushed. He reached and grabbed Caspian’s hands with his own, squeezing them. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Roman knew that he was going to regret this. But right now, he needed this. He needed Caspian and whatever else that entailed.
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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 3:29:06 GMT
Caspian's eyes widened as their hands met and for a moment he felt frozen, overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events. Roman's hands felt soft compared to his, which were weathered and rough from farming. It was all he could concentrate on until the initial shock passed and he could attempt to think.
He stood up abruptly and found himself face to face with Roman. He searched the man's gaze desperately, not believing his initial instinct. There was no way Roman felt that way about him, no way he would come here begging for that, drunk or not. But Caspian recognized the look from deep within himself; lost and seeking answers.
His eyes flickered briefly toward Roman's lips and then back up again. No- he wouldn't dare. Fear reflected in Caspian's eyes and he yanked his hands away, which had begun to tremble under the stress of the situation. He had lost whatever control he might've had over their relationship, and he did not yet trust Roman. Not when he was locked in this room- a prisoner. "Say it. Tell me what you want from me," he challenged.
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 3:51:03 GMT
This was a delicious turn of events. He watched Caspian pull back and crumble, just the way Roman had before. The more he saw Caspian crack, the more Roman wanted to see him fall to pieces. Desire pooled in his eyes as he watched him try to figure this situation out. Maybe the alcohol amplified it, but Roman felt this retribution for every second that Caspian had left him scattered and vulnerable. He felt powerful.
Roman let Caspian pull away but only for a second. He took a small step forward, pressing himself closer to the enigma of a man and grabbed his arms. His grip wasn’t tight, but he wasn’t going to let go that easily.
Roman could barely focus on anything. The whole situation was so over stimulating that his mind was only exploring fragments of thoughts. “You. I want you to make me understand why you can make me so... weak. I don’t understand. I’m not supposed to be weak.” He needed Caspian to understand because he was rapidly losing whatever ideas he had in his head already. But no matter what train of thought he chose to follow, it always led him back to Caspian.
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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 5:15:56 GMT
Caspian was both afraid and entranced by the look in Roman's eyes. He wasn't sure he'd ever witnessed something quite as intense as that, especially not directed at him. He could see now that what Roman truly wanted from him was control. It was as though he was seeking revenge for their last encounter, and Caspian couldn't help but begin to cave as if bending to the natural order of things.
"I don't know," was the first thing he could muster, stiffening as Roman grabbed him again. He was so close he could taste his breath; warm and tinged with wine, "You're not weak...you're confused." Clearly, and the confusion was rubbing off on Caspian, leaving him questioning his every move, "I can't make you understand. Figure it out for yourself, dammit!" he yelled, finally loosing his cool.
"I'm right fucking here what do you want from me?" He was begging at this point, wishing Roman would stop torturing him with what had become some sort of mind game. He was too disoriented to try to sort through Roman's problems, or even think about getting out of this room. All that was left was Roman gripping him and conquering him like a tidal wave of strange emotions.
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 5:36:58 GMT
This is what Roman wanted and he watched Caspian crumble and fall with hungry eyes. It was so much more beautiful when watching drunk - the colors blended together like water colors on a canvas. The more Caspian begged for mercy, the less Roman wanted to give it. The only thing he could focus on in his drunken haze was ruining Caspian.
He wouldn’t let himself be pushed away and Caspian’s explosion gave Roman new fire. He closed the little distance between them, pressing their bodies together. The sensation was a new one to Roman and his skin tingled in the areas it met Caspian’s. He raised a finger to Caspian’s lips, a silent ‘shhh’.
He didn’t know what he was doing. Sober Roman had a plan, but right now he was just doing whatever felt right. Not knowing his own next move was exhilarating. It kept both of them guessing. “I want you to figure me out. You do it. Right now.” He barked out the demand, his eyes locked on Caspian’s. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he knew that he was going to make Caspian regret it if wasn’t just right. Previously, Roman had cared about Caspian’s feelings and comfort, but now that he was drunk on wine and power, all he wanted was to watch him fall.
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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 6:27:58 GMT
Caspian fell silent, everything coming into a vivid focus as their bodies melded. He couldn't think straight, but he no longer had to. Roman was calling the shots now and he had become a pliable as putty in the man's hands. It was the ultimate, all consuming control. It made Roman's power of suggestion look like a joke. This was real and raw and Caspian suddenly understood what this was all about. And he was rightfully terrified.
He let the command sink in and finally broke away from Roman's gaze, focusing on his lips once again. This time, he tossed the hesitation out the window, following what had been his initial instinct in the first place. He closed the tiny distance between them with force, kissing Roman as though it were the only thing he had left to offer the man. It was a desperate attempt to please, but also something he couldn't deny wanting to do all this time. Rational thought was gone; this side of Roman was forcing him to act on pure instinct and hope for the best.
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 17:51:45 GMT
Roman could feel the tension in the air as he watched Caspian melt. It was addicting to exert so much power over someone without even using his ability. Roman was all-consuming and he needed Caspian to know that. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, even if he wanted to. He hungrily watched him squirm, eager to see what he would do next. This was a game of dominance, one Roman was currently winning.
Even sober Roman wouldn’t even have predicted what happened next. He saw Caspian’s gaze flick down to his lips, but Roman was woefully inexperienced when it came to the physical gestures of romance and downright ignorant to the idea of a man loving another man. His eyes shot open as Caspian closed the distance between in record speed, claiming his lips with his own. Roman, completely shell shocked, stood there as Caspian molded his lips against his. Drunk Roman didn’t entirely have control over himself - at least, that is what he would tell himself after he sobered up - and without any conscious thought behind it, he felt his lips follow Caspian’s lead. It took another couple of seconds for Roman’s brain to catch up with what was happening and he gave Caspian a hard shove, stumbling back with surprise.
In a matter of seconds, Caspian had managed to completely turn the tables on Roman again. Bright red blossomed across his cheeks and he just stared at Caspian with wide eyes, unsure of what to say or do as his drunk brain tried to comprehend what had just happened. It took him another couple of seconds to realize that had been his first kiss.
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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 23:12:14 GMT
And just like that, the spell was broken. Caspian nearly fell back onto the bed from the shove, but managed to catch himself, taking shallow breaths as he refocused on Roman who had managed to retreat halfway across the room. His tongue unconsciously drew across his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of wine as though to confirm that the event had actually occurred. No, he hadn't imagined it. And Roman, albeit briefly, had begun to reciprocate the kiss.
He straightened up, taking in Roman's dazed expression, which he was sure reflected his own. He felt relief that the menacing, power hungry Roman had seemed to retreat, but found that a disturbing part of him was disappointed that the intense moment had ended.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" His voice was hoarse and a bit shaky, but he knew in his heart that he had done exactly what Roman wanted him to do. He had figured him out and he wasn't about to let Roman flee, "Don't you dare deny it. Not after you looked at me like that...touched me like that," he lifted a finger accusingly and took a short step forward before coming to a halt. His eyes flickered toward the door nervously, as though he expected the man to make a run for it and abandon him here to dwell over the encounter in this horrid place.
"I know what you're feeling," he empathized. But, in reality, he had no idea just how inexperienced Roman truly was. How could he, when the man exuded such a dominating presence?
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 23:31:59 GMT
Roman couldn’t take his eyes off of Caspian, but they lacked the hunger from before. Now, all they reflected was his shock. He just stood there, watching Caspian step forward and accuse him. It was only several long seconds after that did he speak. “I... I don’t know what I wanted...” He floundered, searching for an explanation that wasn’t there. He hadn’t wanted it, had he? He had wanted something, but he didn’t know what. He reached his hands up and pulled at his hair in frustration, too drunk to wrap his head around everything.
Roman didn’t once think about fleeing. Sober Roman would have run out the door by now, but drunk Roman didn’t even consider the idea. Even if he was still unsure about the kiss, he knew he wanted to be here and drunk enough to ignore the fact that staying here was a bad idea.
“That was my...” He trailed off, looking down sheepishly. His cheeks were beet red with embarrassment. Roman had always been dedicated to his work and just never had the same interest in romance that others had. “I’ve never...” He tried again, but the words got caught in his throat. He usually didn’t care about cultural norms, but he suddenly felt inadequate that he had never had a partner before. Roman didn’t even realize that he didn’t deny that he hadn’t wanted it.
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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 2:08:04 GMT
Realization dawned on him like a slap in the face and he instantly regretted his accusatory tone. He shouldn't have felt bad; not after Roman had essentially backed him into a corner and came close to embodying an abusive drunk. But he couldn't help it. It was in his nature to empathize and the look on Roman's face amplified that tenfold.
"You don't have to say it," he offered an out, his voice quiet. He studied Roman carefully, still trying to grasp the fact that he was the first person to break through the walls Roman had seemingly built around himself. It wasn't about men or women, it was about vulnerability.
Taking solace in the fact that Roman had not denied wanting the kiss, he strode forward, not stopping until he was standing in front of him again. It was shocking how quickly the tables had turned again. He had half expected to be beaten to a pulp for the daring move, based on how Roman was behaving. But he had received quite the opposite reaction.
"They go hand in hand, you know. Control and...this," he gestured between them and then reached out to tug Roman's hand from the grip in his hair. He wanted to do more, but he let his hand fall back to his side, leaving the decision up to his disoriented friend. If he was being honest, he wanted Roman to lead him to his living quarters so that they could end this strange captive situation, but he was too afraid of spooking the man.
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Post by starrea on Feb 7, 2020 2:31:53 GMT
Roman squeezes his eyes shut, focusing solely on the sharp pain he gave himself from pulling his hair. The pain was far easier to deal with than the suffocating embarrassment and he didn’t want to see how Caspian was looking at him now. If it was anything how he was imagining it, then Caspian was equally disgusted with him as he was with himself. And he couldn’t even blame him.
Caspian’s touch jolted him from his drunken cycle of self hatred and he let Caspian pull his hands away from his hair. In just one night Caspian had managed to break down nearly every damn wall Roman had spent his whole life putting up and now he didn’t know what to do. He finally looked up at Caspian, reaching out and taking his hands softly with his own.
Roman didn’t know what he wanted, what to do, or even what the fuck was going on. But he knew he wanted Caspian and since that was the only thing that made sense to him right now, he clung to it. He wasn’t sure what that entailed but he was drunk enough and willing to do just about anything to make him stay.
“If I let you go, will you stay with me?” He asked softly, giving his hands a soft squeeze.
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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 5:02:32 GMT
Surprise flickered in the green depths of Caspian's eyes. He hadn't expected the offer, but perhaps he had underestimated Roman. Or maybe he was just drunk. The thought worried him a bit, as he wasn't sure how the man was going to react once he sobered up. But he was going to take his chances.
He nodded, his eyes trusting for the first time as he gazed at Roman, "Yes. I'll stay," he agreed. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He felt compelled to understand the enigma that was Roman, even if it meant abandoning life as he knew it.
Caspian glanced down at their joined hands, "Show me where you live, Roman," he urged. What would happen next was still a mystery, but he was following his heart and it had never led him wrong before.
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Post by starrea on Feb 7, 2020 16:29:33 GMT
Roman hadn’t realized how nervous he had been until he felt relief wash over him when Caspian nodded. Roman had never been very expressive but his face reflected how pleased he was that Caspian wanted to stay with him.
Roman didn’t move until Caspian’s words spurred him into action. He nodded, as if just realizing they were still in the dark, gross room that he had locked Caspian in. He turned and opened the door with one hand, keeping ahold of Caspian’s hand with the other. His grip tightened just a little bit, betraying his fear that once the door open, Caspian would run. But it was still loose enough that if Caspian chose that option, he could.
Roman pulled Caspian through the door and led him down the maze of hallways towards his room. He was careful to avoid people, but it turned out to mostly be a non-issue because the hallways were deserted. Every couple of seconds Roman would turn around and look at Caspian nervously, reassuring himself that Caspian was still following him. Roman finally stopped in front of a large, elegant looking wooden door and pushed it open just wide enough for them to slip inside and softly shut it behind them. Only when they were inside did he drop Caspian’s hand but he didn’t move away from the other man. Instead, he admired him; relief and appreciation pooling in his eyes as if he were actually surprised that Caspian followed him back to his room.
The room itself was large and spacious but filled with very little furniture and no personal affects. The furniture that did populate the room consisted of two dressers, a couch near a fireplace, and a large bed. There was another door that led to a private bathroom and two large windows that took up most of the farthest wall that overlooked the castle grounds. There was no evidence that a person not only slept here but lived in this room. His room was a stark reflection of the way he lived - orderly, clean and no attachments.
Now that they were in his room, Roman didn’t know what to do. This was all very new to him and he looked at Caspian for guidance. It felt strange to look for direction to follow but it was a new path he wanted to explore with Caspian. He still hadn’t spoken, unsure of what to say and scared to break whatever they had between them.
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