Obviously i don't own the chronicles of Narnia. I haven't read the books so this is based purely off of the movie 'Narnia: Prince Caspian' so please excuse any difference between this and the book. Contains Peter/Caspian slash, angst and some mildly colourful language. Each chapter is at least loosely based off of a Three days grace song.

Pairing: Peter/Caspian

Three Days Grace; I promise

Song:

Pain

Pain without love

pain can't get enough

pain i like it rough

because i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Caspian watched, furious as Peter just walked off. As always.

He had a right to be furious.

How dare Peter, a boy who was basically his age, just yell at him and blame him for what had happened?

It was HIS plan.

So it was HIS fault.

That was what Caspian kept telling himself over and over, ignoring the pin prick tears in his eyes. Screw 'high king' Peter. It was just Peter. and he was going to bloody well pay. Storming away from devastated troops, Caspian went after Peter, rage fueling his every move. He found him just within the catacombs entrance, his head pressed against the wall, his eyes screwed shut. Caspian bitterly ignored the fact that Peter's shoulders were shaking, who cares if he was upset? He hadn't just been thrown out of his entire kingdom. He hadn't been rejected by his entire family. He hadn't been blamed for so many deaths. Caspian strutted up and gave him a good hard shove, causing him to stumble backwards and look startled. Then the 'deer-in-the-headlights' look vanished and was replaced by a bitter contempt.

"What Caspian?" Peter spat, glaring through baby blue eyes which didn't suit the flames within them.

"I'm sorry, my 'High King', but you know what? I have just a few issues with what you just said!" Caspian retorted sarcastically, walking in closer to Peter so there faces were centimetres apart, their rushed breath brushing the other's face.

"How Tragic, does the little prince want to cry about it?" Peter drawled, though it was ruined by the snarl in his voice. Easily worked up, Caspian pinned Peter against the wall, his pretty face screwed up tightly as he glared at Peter.

"You really think I'm so much less than you?"

"Yes." Peter snapped back, seemingly unintimidated, sounding almost... smug. God he made Caspian want to... to... there was no way to put it in words, just to physically express the anger that was sending off a hundred warning lights in his head.

"Well you're wrong." Caspian hissed, matching Peter's smug tone almost exactly.

"Prove it." Peter whispered back, looking defiantly into the eyes three centimetres from his.

"What do you mean?" Caspian snapped, annoyed at being ignorant. he wasn't letting Peter get one up on him. Not this time.

"Fight me."

"No." Caspian's response was automatic, oh, how definitely he wanted to fight the arrogant blonde smirking infront of him, but the 'High King' was needed (Caspian felt nauseous just admitting that much) to defeat his uncle.

"Then prove yourself to be better than me, win the affections of the Narnians and my siblings and you will win." Peter sneered, as if he thought it impossible. Caspian searched his eyes for a minute, hindered on the brink of decision.

"Fine. I will. Your majesty." he added the last part as an insult.

"You have three days." Peter smiled, then looked over Caspian's position, his face twisting in disgust. "And do hurry up and remove yourself from me, you're all sweaty and horrible." Peter tutted, slipping easily out of Caspian's grasp.

"Peter,"

"Hmm?" Peter turned round, not a trace of fear on his face.

"If I win, you can never be referred to as 'High King.'"

"There's no 'if' Caspian, I'm off to polish my name badge." Peter flashed a winning smile and strutted off. Caspian doubted he even had a bloody name badge (if he did, he really needed to get a life) but it certainly managed to cause a flash of anger within Caspian. So he had three days, and Peter had three days grace until he had to remove the 'High King' from his stupid Name badge. Why Caspian was enjoying this so much he didn't know, maybe it was just the rush of emotion that he felt, so different from the empty feeling of being abandoned that he'd been haunted by for the past weeks. Not he felt the anger, fury and pain tingling in every muscle. It was exhilarating. It was Caspian's turn to smirk, wild and with an animal's manner.

"Let the duel begin."

Well, i bet no one can see where this is going the whole 'slash' warning at the top doesn't give it away :)