[This is the most terrifying thing Slevin has done in a long, long time.
Somewhere, he knows without doubt that this will never happen again, that this Cassel does not belong here and the one that does will never do this, may even use it against him if he remembers it, if Slevin doesn't remember not to let him. That seems to have absolutely no bearing on what his body is deciding to do, however, because he can't turn loose. There's a wiry, distilled kind of strength about him here, but it's purely physical: behind his eyes he is brittle, flagging, swallowing his anger again and again for the strength to keep going. Going where, though, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want this, but he does, he needs this, he doesn't know why and that distresses him as much as the touch itself.
There is no love here, no support, not for him, not at the tips of fingers or the end of arms, nothing and no one, forever and ever amen. But he misses this so. Damn. Much.
Cassel buries his face in Slevin's shoulder; Slevin lifts his chin and drops it atop Cassel's head, buries his face there instead, because if he has to need this, if he has to be this stupid, he doesn't want to see. And he doesn't want anyone to see that he's crying.]
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Somewhere, he knows without doubt that this will never happen again, that this Cassel does not belong here and the one that does will never do this, may even use it against him if he remembers it, if Slevin doesn't remember not to let him. That seems to have absolutely no bearing on what his body is deciding to do, however, because he can't turn loose. There's a wiry, distilled kind of strength about him here, but it's purely physical: behind his eyes he is brittle, flagging, swallowing his anger again and again for the strength to keep going. Going where, though, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want this, but he does, he needs this, he doesn't know why and that distresses him as much as the touch itself.
There is no love here, no support, not for him, not at the tips of fingers or the end of arms, nothing and no one, forever and ever amen. But he misses this so. Damn. Much.
Cassel buries his face in Slevin's shoulder; Slevin lifts his chin and drops it atop Cassel's head, buries his face there instead, because if he has to need this, if he has to be this stupid, he doesn't want to see. And he doesn't want anyone to see that he's crying.]