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Kaveh is tired.
Exhausted, even. There isn’t any fight left in his body, all strength that he’d once had has fizzled away as the days have gone on; his brain is a mindless lump of nothing that doesn’t have the capacity to think about anything anymore.
He’s just… done.
He thinks maybe he’d realized it a long time ago but a small, desperate part of him that had just that little bit of fight left didn’t want to realize it. Didn’t want to admit it. That fight in him is gone now, though and it occurs to him in that moment that the fight just isn’t worth it. Maybe it never had been; but he knows it as fact now. If he fought, he ended up just paying for it in the end anyways.
Pain and forceful pleasure inflicted upon him time and time again. His body will never be the same, he’ll never be able to be a normal person anymore. It had been that that made him want to fight before, the thought that he’d never be able to return to society, never get to do what he loved. He’d complained and complained, been in debt, but Kaveh had truly loved what he did; he loved his work and although plenty of them could be a pain, working with clients had been his entire world.
It breaks his heart to know that that’ll never be his reality anymore.
For all Kaveh knows, this might be his whole world for the rest of his life; these four concrete walls of some basement where Kaveh has no idea the location of. He might never see the walls of the Akademiya again, the streets of Sumeru City that he loves… might never feel the warmth of the sun on his back or the sand against his feet. Even things that used to annoy him… like when sand would get stuck in his shoes and that uncomfortable poke on the soles of his feet would make him have to stop.
Or when some street vendor would try to spike up prices ridiculously.
Or… or—
He’s just tired. Kaveh doesn’t want to think about that anymore. He won’t escape, he knows that he won’t and even if he could, he doesn’t have the strength or the mind to craft such a plan. Even if he could escape, where would he go? He lived with Alhaitham before this and that had been because of his debt, just because he’d been missing for… however long, doesn’t mean that debt disappeared.
Kaveh can’t go to his mother in Fontaine. She has her own life, her own family, and he doesn’t want to drag her into his own miss when she’s found her own happiness.
Kaveh has no one … but Alhaitham.
Maybe Alhaitham was right… in his own twisted way of going about it. He’s all Kaveh has – he’d given him a home, a roof to sleep under, he paid for Kaveh’s tab when he inevitably would get drunk at the tavern and fed him food; maybe Kaveh had been the ungrateful one this entire time. He’d been selfish. Yeah , Kaveh thinks, he must’ve been for Alhaitham to go to this sort of lengths just to get Kaveh to understand the simplicities of their dynamics.
Alhaitham… took care of him. Gave him a home.
And all Kaveh had ever done was complain and fight and brush away…
In the heat, the sweat clinging to his skin and the smell of sex in the air, Kaveh thinks that’s the only logical explanation for all this.
“Nnh! Ah… Hah, Haith… Hayi–!”
Alhaitham’s body hovers over him, his chest pressed against Kaveh’s back, skin against skin, slick with sweat. The edges of Alhaitham’s hair brushes against his cheeks as Alhaitham’s lips remain next to his ear, breathing heavy and hot and leaving him without escape of his presence. It’s overwhelming, drowning him almost with the intense and intimate feeling of his roommate and captor so close.
Breathless moans leave Kaveh’s parted lips, for once having been left of a gag in his lips… if Kaveh thinks about it, Alhaitham had stopped using a lot of the… tools he’d used at the beginning. The gags stayed off more than they were forced on, and Kaveh thinks that might’ve started the second he’d stopped fighting Alhaitham on it; the first time Kaveh had openly parted his lips for him, Alhaitham had seemed shell-shocked at the action.
The next time he came, he’d left the gag.
Kaveh struggles with the thought that he somehow misses the feeling of it.
Besides the sounds of Kaveh’s moans, and the low grunts Kaveh hears against his ear, the only sound in the otherwise silent room is a slapping sound as Alhaitham rhythmically slams his hips forward. His pace is fast, his pelvis slamming into Kaveh’s ass repeatedly that rocks Kaveh’s entire body forward.
Alhaitham had forced him to his knees, his wrists tied with that same red rope as before in front of him. It’s the only type of restraint Alhaitham had forced on Kaveh that day.
He chooses to not think about how his skin almost tingles at the loss of the familiar rope against his skin also.
They’d been at it for a while. Alhaitham had seemed heated when he arrived that day, no food or water in his hands and instead, he’d simply stormed over to Kaveh, grabbed him by the waist, forced him on his hands and knees, his wrists already tied, and with nothing more than a bit of spit to prep him, had slammed into Kaveh instantly. It had hurt, but Kaveh at this point was stretched enough to adjust to the feeling relatively quickly.
Eventually, it had started to feel good and Kaveh had already cum twice with Alhaitham forcing him to wait until they could orgasm together.
Whatever had put Alhaitham in his bad mood before was clearly being taken out on Kaveh today. He didn’t try to fight it, instead his body remained relatively pliant and submissive to Alhaitham’s dominance. That had been fine at first, not anything particularly new at this point, but Kaveh couldn’t help but feel as if Alhaitham was being a bit more aggressive than normal.
Or, at least, as aggressive as he’d been at first. Alhaitham hadn’t been this rough with Kaveh since those first few days of futile resistance.
Even then, though, Alhaitham had at least spoken to him. Tried cooing him into submission, praising him with Kaveh inevitably gave in… even if Alhaitham cursed him, it was better than this harsh and cold silence.
Kaveh hates it. It hurts him, feels like the silence is tearing at his already broken and torn heart. Alhaitham’s rocking becomes repetitive and cruel and every rock forward feels like a slap against the face as Kaveh stares at the cold, dirt-covered floor that has become his home.
He doesn’t understand Alhaitham’s silence. He’s been so good, recently… doing as Alhaitham requested, not fighting anymore, letting him feed him and fuck him and do whatever he wants just so Kaveh won’t hurt and can hear those soft praises; the good boys and I love you’s that are softly whispered to him when Kaveh’s good and behaved.
It hardly occurs to Kaveh that it’s what he lives off of now; his only sense of comfort being provided by Alhaitham’s sick and twisted praises as he rapes him over and over again.
Alhaitham’s hips slam forward, jerking in place as Alhaitham lets out a low, guttural grunt that brushes against the skin of Kaveh’s ear. He pulls back, but slowly and unevenly, his heart beating against Kaveh’s back as his orgasm builds. Alhaitham’s fingers dip into his hips, pressing bruises that are hardly noticeable next to all the others now across his pale and delicate skin.
Kaveh hisses at the touch, back arching as his own orgasm builds. His head tips back and his lips part as moans continue to shamelessly fall from his lips; his vision blurs and black builds at the corners as he reaches his third and final orgasm for the night.
Alhaitham cums at the same time, and the both of them ride out their high together, before Alhaitham noticeably slumps against Kaveh’s back. He buckles against the weight somewhat, weakened by his lack of food for that day and the basic nutrition that’s been ripped from him during his captivity.
Then, a moment later, Alhaitham is pulling himself out, his cock limp from the overstimulation as he eases out, pulling a soft hiss from Kaveh’s lips; his hole is stretched and used, leaking Alhaitham’s hot seed as his knees finally give out from beneath him and he falls to a heap on the ground.
“Are you crying?”
It takes Kaveh a second to realize Alhaitham has even spoken, and another to process what he’s said. His eyes slowly blink open from the way they’d fallen shut in exhaustion, seeing Alhaitham standing before him, his lips curved down into a deep frown and his eyes unreadable from Kaveh’s position.
With his bound wrists, he reaches for his face, only to realize Alhaitham is right; he is crying.
Kaveh hadn’t even noticed.
“I…” Kaveh’s lips part to say something, but he can’t find the words.
Alhaitham, somewhat unsteadily, kneels in front of Kaveh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The old Kaveh would’ve laughed, would’ve cursed something cruel to Alhaitham and say “of course you meant to hurt me! You’ve kidnapped me, for archon’s sake!” and Kaveh would be right.
But that doesn’t even occur to Kaveh.
“I’m sorry,” Kaveh finally manages, his words a breathless, broken sob.
Alhaitham’s eyes widen and he jerks back; “... what ?”
Kaveh’s curling into himself for the last bit of comfort he can think to provide himself. His knees tuck into his chest and his bound hands press against his lips as his body begins to break and wrack with sobs; in this position, Alhaitham can see every bruise and mark he’s given Kaveh. His once pale and beautiful skin is covered in blue and yellow bruises, marks from his restraints, the dirt and grime left caked onto him from days left in an abandoned hole where there was no way to take care of himself.
His once pretty, luscious blonde hair is greasy and matted, falling around his pale and sunken face in a mess of yellow.
Tears come pouring down Kaveh’s cheeks, body shaking and sobs filling the silence in the room.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs once more, as if his mind can’t think of anything else to say. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”
Stunned and in disbelief, Alhaitham leans towards Kaveh, as if to touch him, before stopping with his left hand hovering right before Kaveh’s shoulder, as if thinking better.
“Kaveh,” he whispers, sounding entirely unlike himself. “What are you apologizing for?”
Kaveh doesn’t register Alhaitham’s words, he barely hears it.
“Pl-Please don’t leave!” He’s gasping, voice pitching as his wild and panicked eyes fall on Alhaitham’s own. “Don’t leave me here! I’m sorry! I’ll be better… I’ll-I’ll be good, I promise! I-I—”
Somewhere along the way, Kaveh’s bound hands lunge toward Alhaitham, grabbing the outstretched hand and clutching onto it like Alhaitham might disappear right in front of his eyes.
Shifting, Alhaitham grabs Kaveh by his shoulder with his free hand; “Kaveh, I’m not leaving you.”
Kaveh’s tearful eyes blink; “but… but —”
“I promise,” Alhaitham says in an oddly soft voice. “Why would you think I’m leaving you?”
“B-Because… Because you didn’t…” His words fumble and his breath shutters and suddenly Kaveh is embarrassed because he doesn’t know how to explain why he’d been so stricken with fear that Alhaitham would leave him when all he’d done was be quiet.
Or why Alhaitham leaving bothers him so much.
“You were so… quiet,” he forces out, voice croaking. “And… r-rough.”
He’s dipping his head down so he can’t see Alhaitham’s reaction, too afraid to, but a moment later, Kaveh feels the odd sensation of his wrists being freed. The rope just… falls away; falls silently to the ground and Kaveh’s eyes fall on his freed wrists with barely concealed surprise, as if unused to the sight and feeling of being completely… unrestrained.
“Wha…–”
Alhaitham is pulling him towards him a second later, grabbing him by the waist and tugging him until Kaveh is in his lap. Kaveh’s body freezes, tense, confused and unsure as Alhaitham envelopes him completely; an arm wraps around his waist and the other falls into his hair, embracing Kaveh.
“H-Haitham?”
“I love you,” Alhaitham whispers.
Kaveh doesn’t move.
“I love you,” he whispers, “I love you.”
He’s letting go enough for Kaveh to pull back and meet Alhaitham’s waiting gaze. He feels silly, somewhat, sitting on his lap like this but any embarrassment is gone with the knowledge that Alhaitham has seen every part of Kaveh he possibly could.
He’s cold though. His body shivers.
Something is wrapped around his shoulders and Kaveh tenses.
A glance tells him it’s Alhaitham’s cape, Alhaitham’s hands pulling it further around him until it’s basically covering him completely.
“You’re such a good boy,” Alhaitham is whispering, lips curved into that small, soft smile of his that used to make Kavehs’ heart race. It does then, too. “You’ve been so good for me… Listening to me and obeying me, Kaveh, so of course I love you. And I’m not leaving you.”
You shouldn’t be happy.
But he is. Kaveh really is – warm and bubbly in his chest at Alhaitham’s praise, at his touch and his comfort.
He hasn’t been allowed to have anything like clothes, or something close to it, in so long. Hasn’t felt touch that was inherently sexual in so long… Hasn’t been called a good boy or been told he’s loved without the throes of sex in the midst of it.
It feels so good.
This is wrong.
It feels so right.
“I love you too,” Kaveh finds himself whispering, the words almost unconscious as his body sinks into Alhaitham’s reassuring and comforting touch. “Haitham.”
A strand of blonde, matted and greasy hair is pulled from Kaveh’s face and gently tucked behind his ear and Kaveh is faced with the gentle smile of Alhaitham as he presses his lips against Kaveh’s own. It’s a sense of intimacy Kaveh hasn’t experienced yet. Alhaitham has kissed him, but never on the lips, and not like this.
This is warm and gentle and… innocent.
Full of love.
When Alhaitham pulls back, his words following are like a miracle;
“Do you want to go home?”