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You deserve to be alone

Unrequited Love Meme

Love. Love is a many splendored thing. All you need is love! Except when it hurts because the person you adore doesn't have the same feelings towards you. Then it's a curse.

This meme is very simple, with only a few prompts on its own. But don't let that stop you from letting your imagination run wild, especially if you have a penchant for the tragic. Maybe it's not all bad, though. There could be a silver lining...

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and your preferences. Also, be sure to mention if you want you character to be the lover or the loved (or either), for lack of more refined labels.
Tag around to others.
Either use the RNG or come up with your own scene.

Prompts

Unnoticed: Your beloved doesn't notice you or doesn't know your feelings.
Just Be Friends: They don't think of you in that way.
Confession: You finally work up the courage to tell them, even if they don't love you back.
There's Someone Else: Your beloved is with another person, perhaps a person they love.
Can't Take It: You can no longer stay by their side because it's killing you.
Forbidden: It's not just unrequited, it's actually not allowed!
Love Diseases: Your hanahaki, your star tears, all your painful AUs.
UST: Unresolved Sexual Tension! Neither of you realizes how you feel or why, and it's causing friction.
Returned: You thought it was a one-sided love, but turns out they do love you back!
CHOOSE YOUR OWN

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[ooc; either role.]

[Almost certainly the lover.]

[Preference for being the lover.]

[ Uh... yeah ]

Edited 2021-10-05 23:25 (UTC)

[ Depending on when in canon... ]

[either]

[ he is pining ]

( either role! )

(( OOC: M/M, Unless Canon mates or previous CR, or something discussed. ))

[ooc: as discussed!]

Three decades might not be a long time to say you know a person, except for someone like Cain who had to move on every few years, severing ties as well as he could each and every time, it was almost unheard of. He would never dare it with anyone else, except Sebastian wasn't just anyone else. He was a demon summoned up to do his bidding and who would eventually give Cain the eternal rest he sought.

They lived together since Cain's failed attempt to end his own existence that night, and they went from master and servant, to coworkers, to flat mates, to... he wasn't sure what he would categorize them now in this modern day and age. Lovers? That was laughable.

Closing the door behind him, he shouted towards the kitchen of the small temporary home they claimed as theirs for the next few years. "Seb, did you get my message about me coming back early for dinner?" He loosened his collar and hung up his jacket, putting away the bike helmet before heading towards the bathroom.

Thirty years is nothing but a blink to a demon. Still, he can't deny there is a marked change in the way his current Master - with all his hangups, his own unnaturally long life - treats him, talks to him, and, well, desires him in a way. That part isn't terribly surprised. Presumably Cain has had difficulty forming attachments due to his secret and due to the fact that after only a few years, he'll be visibly "younger" than any potential suitors and the cat's out of the bag then, as humans say.

The decades go by. Technology is slave to humanity's insatiable urges and even Sebastian is shocked at how quickly they advance. Manned flight! Near instanteous transfer of information! Even the clothes are remarkable in their own evolution (he's quite sure the nobles of the past would be quite scandalized at how their modern counterparts dress and speak so casually).

Sebastian, of course, is home when Cain shouts for him.

"Naturally."

Sebastian materializes behind Cain just as he bends down in the bathroom to wash his hands - when he straightens, he'll find the demon suddenly reflected in the sink mirror. A hand grips his shoulder, gloved as always.

"Dinner is almost ready, and I've taken the liberty of opening that delightful bourbon that has been aging on the shelf for quite some time." His breath tickles against the shell of Cain's ear, human-warm and familiar.

Years ago, Cain would have jumped at how Sebastian seemed to always appeared when he least expected it. Look away, look back, and he would be standing over his shoulder or simply there when moments before he was nowhere near the room. Like now, when Cain looked up Sebastian was there, the demon's tall frame matching his own height reflected in the mirror.

Like all things in his life, Cain had gotten used to it. And welcomed it, in a way, as a familiar presence who he knew could rely on being there. He wasn't even tense under the gloved hand, but if anything, his shoulder relaxed as the grip settled, and he looked up to meet Sebastian's hazel gaze through the mirror.

"Well that's good. The occasion calls for it, so good choice. I'll need to go in extra early to wrap up the case tomorrow, so took an hour off this evening instead." His workaholic tendencies got slightly curbed over the years. It was different when there was someone waiting at home for him.

"How much time before dinner? Enough for me to take a shower?"

He supposes he can't fault Cain for throwing himself into his work. When you have experienced most things life on Earth has to offer, you look for any means necessary to occupy yourself.

"Yes, plenty of time. Would you prefer I join you today?"

He leans in a little closer, remembering that Cain seemed to like physical contact with those he trusted (which, considering his unnatural life span, was a very small, infinitesimal number of souls). Given the bourbon waiting, he supposes it isn't entirely necessary to warm his Master through the usual means - the bourbon will surely be good enough - but of course he's happy to let Cain decide how to spend the evening.

As he speaks, he leans over to dry Cain's hands with a fresh towel, his chest pressing against his well-muscled back.

Those he trusted could be counted on one hand, one finger, to be precise. He still kept an arm's length from those he worked with, and no one would consider trying to touch the large interpol agent who was as friendly as a bear. Cain might have mellowed a little with Sebastian's company, but the only touch he relaxed under was still the demon's.

Once he had started accepting the demon and decided to give this a try, he slowly lowered his walls. It might have taken a few years to get to this point, but when Cain decided to let him in, the man who had been starved of human contact for several millennium opened a flood gate. Now Cain had almost grown dependent on that presence, counting on this demon who promised to be with him until the end.

Cain naturally leaned back against Sebastian's chest without thinking about it, letting the demon help dry his hands like it was his right.

"Will dinner burn without you there supervising?" Of course it would not. In all their years together, Cain came to realize Sebastian was nothing but perfect in the meticulous day to day functions. The Devil was in the details and Sebastian had never done anything in the household that was not to perfection.

Instead, the question had other subtler meanings. Like could the dinner wait, would they be able to have a long shower, and an answer, yes, he did want Sebastian there.

"Of course not," Sebastian purrs. "Dinner is scheduled regarding all contingencies."

He can step away. Of course, he can step back with a demon's speed the moment his good Master is distracted to check up on its progress, but presumably that hardly need mentioning.

Understanding the questions within that one question, Sebastian gets to work. Undressing Cain is a simple thing, especially these days as humans have decided their clothes can be in less layers, can be less ornate with frills and silver clasps replaced with zippers and synthetics and repairing them is quite easy in comparison to the old days. He presses his lips against the side of his Master's neck, against his pulse, as his hands wander. First he unbuttons the shirt; next comes the jeans, his fingers playing across the zipper as he pulls it down with care.

"May I inquire how work was? You don't feel as tense as you did last week."

His thumbs edge between the waistband and his jeans to work them down, his touch playing against the fabric of his briefs.

There used to be a time when subtleties didn't work and the demon required him to spell everything out in a command. Call it an adjustment period of about a decade or so, where while working together they also grated upon each other, until finally it clicked. Cain started to open up and use the demon as Sebastian was meant to be used, and Sebastian did some of what he wanted without him giving fully direct orders. It was about the time that Cain decided to start up the Sinnerman underground criminal enterprise and taking over organized crime.

Since then they got closer, or Cain did. Who knew what the demon thought. Sebastian became the confidante he never had, and it was such a big change for the lonely immortal.

His head tilted to one side with lips over his neck while he met Sebastian's eyes in the mirror reflection. "The arrest today was a success. A few stragglers got away but they arrested the major players; that trafficking ring will not be operating again out of London."

Cain shifted so Sebastian could remove the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, leaving it to be caught and folded away for laundry later. "Which is better for us. I detest these Chinese slavers operating on my shores. The triads are easier to deal with than these individual businesses." His hand pressed over one of Sebastian's as it skimmed over his groin. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Cain had been busy with work lately that they haven't done anything sexual for a while.

Admittedly the adjustment period was slightly longer than Sebastian was accustomed to. Chalk it up to Cain's unnatural lifespan ending in question marks instead of a definitive period.

Despite Cain's special circumstances, he's undeniably human.

Sebastian listens attentively. Arrests are nothing to him, truly - all that matters to him is that the arrests matter to his Master. If it wasn't for that, Sebastian wouldn't care one whit if the humans kept investigating and arresting themselves until kingdom come. He nods as he slides off the shirt off Cain's broad shoulders.

"To catch up like this? Why, I would think it was almost a few months."

Sebastian adjusts his touch, applying a little more pressure, his palm rubbing against that unmistakable bulge, thumb hooking in the brief's waistband as he edges it down and he can now massage his Master freely. Skilled fingers play across his half-hard shaft as his breath tickles against his cheek.

"I'm glad that you seek to remedy that, my Master."

Given that the contract was a longer one, the adjustment period could afford to be longer as well. The demon probably didn't spend a century with any of his contractees and Cain had wondered, briefly, if Sebastian wouldn't want to snack on someone while he tried to figure out how to get his soul. Yet the demon had a mighty hubris that even Cain couldn't rival, so he never pushed the subject.

Yet Sebastian's answer caught Cain off guard enough that he blinked, forgetting his train of thought regarding the demon.

"Has it been that long?" He gasped, his lips parting at that pleasurable touch of warm fingers wrapping around his half hardened shaft. The half mast was easily coaxed to a fuller status, and Cain leaned back against solid demon who was so capable of supporting him in all ways.

Cain could never be sure what Sebastian meant with his more cryptic words; remedy could have been anything from his sex life to fixing up the criminal world. Either way, he was definitely interested in doing both with the former more pressing at the moment.

His hand reached down to cover Sebastian's, pressing his hand down over his bulge as he bucked slightly into the hold. "Maybe we should let the dinner burn while we enjoy ourselves a bit in the shower." Not that Cain knew if Sebastian enjoyed what they did. He could never tell with the demon. Another moment in his grasp and Cain reluctantly let go. "We should strip down and move in."

"A wonderful suggestion in regards to the shower."

(Naturally Sebastian will ensure that even in while he's sexually preoccupied, he won't allow dinner to burn).

A few months is nothing to a demon, as he hardly desires the mortal vices, but he isn't terribly surprised to find that it's slipped his Master's mind as well - as the human is unique in his stubborn immortality, it makes sense that he could lose track of mere months in a way that the average human would find most unacceptable.

Sebastian assists Cain in stripping the rest of the way down before he attends to himself, shedding each article of clothes without shame to reveal that slender body without scars that his Master has seen before. Matters of modesty are different in the modern age - something that even Sebastian had to get used to when he saw his first bikini - but in the home, it is a vastly different affair. As Cain's personal demon, it is natural to disrobe and show every inch of flawless skin if he should so desire it. It doesn't occur to Sebastian to ape a human's pink flush against his cheeks.

After putting Cain's clothes in into the hamper, Sebastian readies the shower for him by stepping inside first, the naked demon fiddling with the knobs until he's quite sure it's the perfect level of warmth to optimize his Master's comfort.

"Sir, will you permit me to lather you?" Sebastian doesn't quite consciously pose, but he's aware that he cuts an attractive figure with the warm water streaking through his dark bangs and along the curves and lines of his body, deceptively smaller than Cain's own broad form.

Cain did not believe he would be able to find this same sort of balance with anyone else even should he dare to allow a mortal close again as he had with his demonic companion. No one could truly understand him without having experienced some longevity themselves, or truly free themselves from the constraints of society of this era without living through a numerous number of them. Modesty would get in the way, as would what they thought were proper or acceptable by current standards, which, as liberating as they were compared to a century ago, were nothing to the ages of a millennia ago. No one who hadn't come from such a background would resist blushing at a little show of skin, except a demon, who had no use for modesty in general.

Being with Sebastian allowed the immortal to be himself, and over the years, he had let more of himself show when in Sebastian's presence. Like how he began thinking of himself as one identity again -instead of the temporary ones of Stone, Stein, and the one he currently used, Spears- he was once more Cain. Not that he spoke that name aloud or Sebastian ever called addressed him as anything except 'sir' or 'master', but there was a certain mentality to it.

"Would there be a purpose of taking this shower together if I said no?" Cain stepped into the shower, the water's temperature adjusted to perfection as to be expected with Sebastian. He took that moment when his eyes fell across on the demon's wet form to admire the way water rivulets streamed down the crevices of muscles on that lean form. Sebastian cut quite a figure, one that he had to wonder if it had been adjusted over the years to something that was tailored to his tastes without him knowing.

He stepped in closer, perhaps closer than would have been necessary for the spacious shower, until he was almost boxing Sebastian towards the wall with his large body. Not that Cain made the mistake of thinking the demon was any less for his size.

Leaning in, he placed one arm out against the wall behind the demon and boxed him in, leaning forward so he could capture the man's -was he really a man?- lips in a heated kiss. It was as if the months suddenly compounded and Cain was reminded of how long it was since he last felt a lover's touch.

The Master surely has turned the useless rhetorical question into an art form, hasn't he?

Sebastian's lip quirks up ever so slightly, the corner dotted with a bead of glistening water, smug in the knowledge that he knows humans and that Cain is still one of those uncouth, fascinating beasts...no matter how long-lived this one's unnatural life span is.

He shifts to give Cain all the room he needs in the shower, seeming to slink backward with the smoothness of an adder sliding its silky smooth coils backward. Oh yes, it would be easy to sink his fangs in, surely. But that defeats the point and Sebastian minds his fangs and claws and everything in his demonic form that could cause immediate bodily harm to Cain even as he backs up against the wall, his pale, slender knee rising up to rest between Cain's muscular thighs.

Humans value space because of their mortal forms. They feel immediate threats within a general arm's distance. When Cain invades that space, Sebastian takes it as a compliment instead of an insult. It confirms that his Master is truly his, that he desires his demon and trusts him to carry out the contract and that...that is quitesatisfying! When Cain captures his lips, Sebastian pushes into it, seemingly hungry, and he knows this is not even a taste of what it would be like to nip at Cains' ruined soul.

Still, Sebastian tastes.

He might even nip a little hard, enough for Cain's low lip to sting enough to make his eyes water even as his demon's back arches, his lithe body seemingly trapped the human's broader one.

"Sir"