Who: Caim and Abel When: 10 days after the first time Dante summoned Caim into the triangle and after his trip to Bora Bora Where: Abel's House What: The usual vampire/demon occult exchange these business partners did for trade. But, this meeting was different. A very confusing conversation where Abel doesn't remember what happened when Dante used his body to conjure Caim and Caim doesn't realize Abel doesn't know. Warnings: Language, blood
CaimsQuill: Caim had just gotten back from a week long business trip to Bora Bora. He'd taken his unicorn pal with him still trying to get his hooks into the boy's head, searching for information on the unicorn's family line. He hadn't been able to get the boy to open up to him much on his family. But, Caim knew the more comfy he got with him the more likely he would. So, it wasn't all a loss. He was especially excited about the birds he'd managed to import into the states for his show. Business was good despite Miss Mee turning his back on Caim and he was still holding a big grudge in his heart over that one. She'd been his partner in crime for over 2000 years. Then of course there was the fact that Satan was here on earth again and Caim had plenty of stress trying to keep up with new duties that interfered with his own goals. He was a stress ball with a mixture of excitement - but walking to Abel's house the stress started to kick in more. The last encounter with Dante -Abel's alter-ego- per sae, came out of nowhere and caught Caim off gaurd. He'd been summoned by magic to appear before him and now Dante had hold of Caim's magical essence. He knew how to tap into him. It opened up a strange new situation. But, Caim tried to act normal as he knocked at the door, dressed in his usual flaired open shirt with a vest on top, bling out the yin yang and biker boots. His hair had that emo flair with a dash of highlights to set it off. He was sporting rebel biker boy without a cause like crazy, but somehow that flaired white shirt always gave him that twist of Don Juan for an added splash of character. He stood waiting nervously this time. More nervous than he would allow to be seen.
Abel Jalil: Abel had been silently counting down for the day when he'd meet with Caim again. It's not like he couldn't get his 'supply' for anywhere else. Honestly, Abel could do whatever he wanted but he rather liked the company of the demon. For being a beast of hell? Caim was...different. Some part of Abel related to him- more than he liked to admit. Hearing the knock at the front door, the vampire grunted softly and glanced to his clock. Early. Or was it late? That didn't matter. Tugging on his black jeans, Abel strolled through his home to the front door while rubbing droplets of water out of his hair with a fluffy white towel. He couldn't place the reason why but he'd felt very dirty lately- as if he'd fed from some mass of human corpses. Long showers of hot water tended to help the sensation slip away. Buffing off his neck with the towel draped over his shoulders, he slid open the front door to let his eyes sweep over his demonic companion. Caim always knew how to make a fashion statement and today was no different. Smirking, he motioned the male inside with a faint chuckle. "Sorry to keep you waiting out there. I was taking a shower and got a bit caught up in my head." Fact was, he had trouble remembering a few nights and that worried him. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal but this was chunks of time- blocks of hours where his memory was just...gone. Empty. Void. "You want a drink. Caim? I've been stocking my cabinet just for you, you know?"
CaimsQuill: Caim took in a damn deep inhale when he saw Abel half dressed in greeting, his chest expanding to its limits. Then he smiled. "I would love a drink. And just for me? Then you must have something in vintage Italian in there?" He guessed with hope in his eyes. He ducked his head as he walked passed the vampire and into the now familiar home. They had a deal. An exchange they'd had for a long time now. Caim gave Abel blood and in exchange Abel gave him pieces of himself. Blood, hair clippings, anything really that could be used in Caim's occult underground trade system. Technically speaking this was a business meeting. But, it was true, the long time business partner's both seemed to come to enjoy each other's company. Caim wasn't really one to completely admit that either. The familiarities and life comparison's seemed to bond them somehow, but Caim didn't let himself think on that too long. "I'm just glad it was you that answered the door." Caim said not realizing Abel didn't remember their last encounter. Dante did tell Caim that Abel would remember it all. But, it seemed Dante was as good of a liar as Caim was.
Abel Jalil: "You expecting me to take home a new guy every night?" Abel arched a brow as he shook his head then padded his way towards the kitchen. "Caim, honestly- I'm not some cheap trick whore. I can't rake in the men like all you attractive folk." His hand motioned up and down Caim's frame while he moved about the kitchen to prepare some beloved wine for his guest and himself. Pouring the drink into some classic wine glasses, he offered one to Caim then took a sip of his own. "You know I always like to keep you comfortable. When have I not made strides to do so, huh? I think I do a pretty good job. I mean, I can't do everything at once but...I try." His broad shoulders rolled and he sighed, slipping the towel from his shoulders to fold it up and lay it down on the counter. "So, what's on todays agenda?"
CaimsQuill: Caim's face made a funny scrunched up expression but was chuckling at Abel's answer at the same time. "Thanks and all, but I was referring to Dante." But, he kept talking so quickly Abel might not have had a chance to speak on it till Caim finished completely. He leaned against the counter and took the offered glass holding it to his nose, like a connoisseur of taste testing, sipping, rolling it under his tongue to bring forth the flavors, and closed his eyes as he swallowed. "Mmmmm, you've always kept me comfortable. I'll give you that one. More than really. Sometimes I wonder why you treat me so well." He couldn't help but watch as Abel put the towel away, every turn of his body kept Caim's attention. Then he'd realized just how close to Augustus's build Abel had and it made him turn avert his eyes like he'd done something wrong. Caim's head was a basket case up there sometimes and old triggers would flash him back. "Um, agenda? Oh, I don't know. After this I have to get my new birds into their new aviary. Just got lisenced to house some endangered species for a breeding program and in turn I can use them for my show. I haven't seen you in the audience lately. You should stop in some time."
Abel Jalil: "Dante? Is that some new boyfriend of yours?" He quirked a brow then reached for his glass to sip. Padding through the kitchen, Abel nudged open the fridge to remove a test tube vial of blood and pop the top, dripping the cool liquid into his wine before tossing the container into the trash. A simple swish of the liquids had them mixed enough that the vampire was comfortably drinking again. "I never really took you as the type to have multiple partners but, who am I to judge? Undead and all. I'm technically a walking sin, eh?" His broad shoulders rolled before he leaned against the counter and peered at Caim. "I've been a bit swamped with this paper work. I'm trying to get everything lined out and open up my business soon. It's a hassle for someone who isn't so...grand at the scale of things." He sighed then took another drink. "I would like to go, though. Maybe I'll catch you after the show sometime if your new boyfriend hasn't stolen you away." By the way the word made Abel shift, it was clear that the concept of Caim being snagged by someone made him a tad uncomfortable.
CaimsQuill: Ok. Now Caim was catching on? Or he thought he was. At first he thought Abel didn't remember. But then, he changed his mind and thought Abel was just messing with him. Joking around. All in good sport kind of thing. "Trust me. If I actually bothered to claim someone in that sort of way, the last thing I'd do is cheat around. Alas, I don't do love. Therefore I'll never have to be faithful." He said it in jest, like it was meant to be laughed at and with sarcasm in his tone. But, then his face shifted. Abel knew, they'd had deep discussions on it before, Abel knew of Caim's punishment and public torture in Hell over being caught loving a human before. Abel would know the simple act of caring put Caim in a very dangerous position and he might have seen that pain fall over Caim's face right then. The pain of having to stay hidden and bottled up inside. He gave Abel a gentle playful shove against his arm. "And quit playing Abel, if you don't want my new boyfriend as you call him messing with me, you keep him at bay. Tell him he can't summon me anymore." Yeah, there it was. Caim was clueless. He really thought Abel knew.
Abel Jalil: "Huh?" Abel reeled from the shove and the words. His brows furrowed, mind trying to piece it all together. What was the demon talking about? "What do you mean by that? Summon you? What? Does he have your cell phone number or something?" The confusion was written across his face as he tried to understand what sort of joking comentary Caim was pulling. "I don't understand. If he's that big of a deal, you should just delete his number or put a restraining order out for him. If you could maybe describe him, I'm sure I could keep an eye out from him at your shows and run him off. I tend to be able to scare the living daylights out of most average joes."
CaimsQuill: Caim downed his glass after watching Abel go through that speal. Was he still messing with him? Caim was starting to think Abel was taking the joke a step too far. It was about to not be funny anymore. But, then Abel really wasn't the best actor by Caim's standards and he thought he looked pretty damn confused for real. "Like deleting his number would do anything. And besides I'm pretty sure if I delete his, I delete yours. No restraining order is stopping the kind of magic your other half knows. I'm not trying to belittle my own power here, but it's not like I'm the devil himself. I'm just not strong enough to stop it. You might as well say I'm his now. And I'm not so sure you're anything he's afraid of. He was mocking you right to my face. It was damn hard to keep cool under that one."
Abel Jalil: Abel's eyes widened and he stared at Caim, unfeeling as the wine glass was squeezed tight- the beautiful piece having no resistence against the vampires' supernatural strength. Like a flurry of snow, the glass shattered, liquid and shards digging into Abels' palm but the tense set of his jaw unflinching was sign that the man had no thought of it. "Caim..." His brows knit then and he squeezed his eyes shut as though the words could be blocked out. "How? How do you know about him? I...I went through so much to make sure Dante was locked up inside. I never wanted him to get out. He's..." His lips drew back in a hiss as he looked down to the mixture of wine, crimson, and black blood that was dribbling from his hand. "He's dangerous, Caim. You should never make contact with him. He speaks only in lies and will do anything to get whatever he wants. I never...I'm so sorry." His free hand began to slowly pull the glass from his flesh as he moved to the sink, hissing and snarling. "Caim, listen to me- He'll kill you if he can. He likes to corrupt, to break and destroy. That's all he was good at- the hunt for more chaos, more blood. I had gotten pass all of that. It was over."
CaimsQuill: Caim's face flinched when he saw the glass shatter and he stepped forward to help but froze as Abel started to speak. Now it was really becoming clear. Everything from their whole conversation was starting to make sense. Abel really didn't know. "I felt the pull Abel. It's magic. Quite simply I could be anywhere on this earth or Hell alike and with the magic he has could pull me straight to him. That's what he did. That's how I met him. This was about week and half ago. Before my trip to the French Polynesia. Maybe you don't know how this works, but especially while in trapped in the confines of a King Solomon's Triangle I can't stop what comes out of my mouth. Truth is forced from it. He could ask me anything and he'd get the real answer. Luckily he had me step outside of it. And that gave me a little more freewill, but still... I have to pay homage to this magic. It's just how it works." He wanted Abel to know no matter how much he felt like he had to do what Dante said, that it was also something he couldn't stop himself from feeling. That was the magic. Then he stepped forward and took Abel by the wrist stopping him from picking the glass out himself. "Don't move." He said as he started to help clear it away trying to be careful to lessen the pain of it. "Abel. I've been sentenced to an immortal eternity in Hell. I understand a blackened heart. I can handle it. Really. I'll be fine." He tried to reassure him as he tended to his wound. But, Caim lifted his eyes to meet Abel's head on, hesitation behind them, "He said you would remember. I spoke with you that day while he was there. That wasn't really you was it?" Caim had to know for sure.
Abel Jalil: "Every single word that comes from him is a lie, Caim, all built around fueling his own desires." Abel frowned faintly, the flinching pain of his hand and the realization that Caim was beneath Dante's control made him shudder. The vampire hissed softly as he leaned forwards to press his forehead to Caims with a knitted brow of concern. "I...Caim, he'll do anything to make you suffer. It's what he loves, what he enjoys. Agony and pain- he likes to smell fear. He's like a apex predator. Nothing comes between him and the kill- nothing, not even me. I never spoke to you. I never knew you were called forth or I would of stopped him. I can hinder him sometimes when I have control, more power. But the longer I go without blood? The easier he can creep in. He knows my every weakness, just as I know he tells only lies to my truth. He hates me for everything I am, everything he can not be."
CaimsQuill: The intimate space of concern was rather beautiful in a way. A vampire's heart so worried about a demon president's welfare. A demon president that spent so many many of his past long years doing exactly everything that he described Dante as - it was Caim as well. Caim was a two-sided as the duel-vampire, not to personality extremes with different names, but there were layers of Caim he felt Abel didn't totally understand about him, and the descriptives hurt somehow all the while a little voice in the back of his laughed at the concept. Caim's entire career was based on hurting and lying. But, it was true, Caim actually had his own boundaries. He was not some cruel randam killing machine that maimed without rhyme or reason. His morals may not be aligned heavenly, or even good, but he did have standards and it was probably true that Dante superceded and surpassed them. This really couldn't be the best situation. But, there was no changing it. With their heads together so emotionally fueled, like life was draining from Abel, that's how Caim saw the man before him. But, Caim said something only a truly tortured and broken hearted soul would, "I am meant to suffer. It's what God wants." His voice strangely blank.
Abel Jalil: "You think something like this is suffering?" His hand was raised, smooth cool fingers brushing Caims' cheek with the surprising warmth and spice of his blood against the demons' lips in a sweep of thumb. "Caim, I know you have suffered. But I spent years trying to repent for the acts I caused. The times when Dante-I- raped and tore through mere mortals like they were nothing but sacks of flesh to be torn to pieces." His eyes drifted over the male as he fought the urge to instinctly suckle the blood upon Caims' lips- even if it was his own. "And I will continue to draw out that agony over time until I am rid of him. I don't want something holy. I just want peace inside, some silence when I close my eyes to rest and not the whispers in the darkness begging me for freedom."
CaimsQuill: "I think it's a form of it." Caim quietly corrected but his heart twisted inside the more Abel went on. Everything in the room felt stale, the air started to feel dirty and hard to breathe. The word repent sent chills through Caim's body that would have been visible to the eye and even felt through Abel's hand. Caim didn't want to repent for anything he'd done. There inlayed the difference between the pair, Caim felt justified in his actions against mankind and Abel wanted to make up for it. But, what was the same was both just wanted peace of mind for restless hearts and neither quite knew how to find it. "Every time I look at you I suffer." Caim's voice hitched when he said it. Then he closed his eyes tight, scrunching his whole face, licking his lips, tasting the iron flavor. He wouldn't go there. He pushed it down and opened his eyes. He also knew whether Dante existed or not Abel would never find peace, not with the vampiric curse his own kind created. Both these poor souls were full of regret and trapped within worlds they couldn't control, their own bodies their prisons, their punishment. "I'm not sure either of us are allowed to have that silence. That freedom. I think we're fucked." He stated soft but quite plainly.
Abel Jalil: Abel had to chuckle softly. Caim was right. They were both royaly screwed in some shape or form but that didn't mean he wouldn't cling to hope like a mad man. Still, the demons words shook him. "Caim..." He brushed his thumb over the other males' lips slowly and fought down the urge to coo happily from the scent of it. "What is it about me that makes you suffer so much?" His eyes drifted down as the vampire focused on his own smeared blood. With a soft hiss he'd leaned forwards and tenderly suckle the blood from Caims' lower lip- grazing his skin with his fangs until he shifted- urging Caim to press his back to the counter while the vampire kissed him slowly.
CaimsQuill: Caim didn't want to answer. He wasn't even sure he knew how to answer. He remained silent, the pain in his face not leaving. His lips parted in an attempt to answer but nothing seemed to come out. He only watched the line of Abel's gaze and his chest felt like there was a rock in it when Abel pushed him back kissing him. Caim couldn't fight it right then, he opened that kiss to a place outside time and got lost in it not wanting to come back to reality. Fuck reality. He pushed back against it with a slight air of urgency but never hitting the point of frenzy. It was a slow build of passion sharing Abel's blood between them. And when they parted pulled back and turned his head, a hand shot up to cover his own face. The back of his hand was fisted at the bridge of his nose. "That is why I suffer" It was as much of a confession as Abel would ever get. Sex could just be sex in Caim's world, but this simple act of a kiss felt like so much more, more of something he refused to cross the lines of again. He was having so many flashbacks realing through his head right then he couldn't stand it. He even started to stutter, "I..I...I should go." He spoke with zero conviction.