The Prestige, Borden/Angier, smoke and mirrors
This went a little darker than I expected and I'm not actually sure it makes any sense but I hope it does.
He is falling apart before his very eyes, eyes that reflect every intimate secret and yet gaze upon a stranger.
"No, we cant do it!" he implores but he shakes his head, his own voice falling on deaf ears.
"We have to! We can't go on like this! There are too many ghosts to lay to rest, it's the only way!" He looks at himself, haunted eyes meeting determined eyes.
He breaks down. "But this will be the end for us, once we reveal our secret our lives are over."
He stays strong. "Not just our lives but his as well." He draws out the gun from his inside coat pocket and looks at it, his face expressionless until he lifts his gaze to himself and smiles falteringly. "Once it is over, we can be at peace -- together."
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Borden and Angier meet in the shabby hotel room neither of them has graced since Julia died. They were here the night before she drowned, gasping and sliding into each other endlessly, each man's frenzied hunger for the other reaching a pinnacle both of them sensed would never be in their grasp again, souls secretly mourning a loss that was yet to unfold.
Worn, faded memories dance and twirl around them as they circle each other in the small, barely lit room, the distance between them gradually receding, the chasm stretching as wide as ever. Familiar eyes watch them through a crack in the bathroom door, fascinated and appalled, the gun in his hand weighing heavily like the death it will bring.
Slowly, gradually their footsteps on the threadbare carpet cease as they stand facing each other, close enough to touch, too far away to feel. Silence hangs like a shroud, accentuating racing hearts and quickening breaths. They look at each other as he stares at them, a broken circle of hurt and desire spiralling endlessly inwards.
Borden's mouth curls up into a feral smile that can't quite mask the dread echoing in his gaze.
"So Angier, don't you want to know my secret?"
Angier baulks but he remains resolute. "Will your answer be any different this time?" he asks quietly.
Borden laughs, soft and low and menacing, eyes never leaving Angier's. "What do you think?"
And then they are kissing, hands tearing at layers of clothes as they press desperately together, hungry mouths devouring one another and leaving them breathless. He stares transfixed as they stumble over towards the small table in the middle of the room, gasping and moaning as eager fingers slide down into loosened clothing, caressing and stroking hot, hard flesh.
His hand clenches around the gun as he watches his rival being pushed face down over the table and pinned to the cracked, worn surface before he is taken mercilessly in one hard, unrelenting thrust. He steps unseen into the room, his arousal heavy between his legs as walks over to them. He looks into his own eyes, eyes that reflect every intimate secret but that no longer gaze upon a stranger.
Borden gasps as he feels a strong hand gripping his hair yanking up his head as the pain of a hard deep thrust arcs throughout his body. His eyes widen in horror and bewilderment at the man in front of him who is also behind him. "What?!" he stutters. "How?!"
Both Angier's smile as the grey metal of the gun glints dully in the lamplight. Borden gasps again as Angier whispers the reply that has haunted him until now every time he has asked Borden the very same question,