Cain bounced in his chair in front of his easel, grinning broadly as he waited for Isaak to come to him, sure that it would be today. He hadn't been there in a while, but for the first time since his accident, he wasn't paranoid that Isaak wasn't going to show. He knew Isaak would, he knew he'd find time to come to St. Augustine's and see him. So he spent his time painting, wondering what kind of poems Isaak was going to bring to him to paint for.
Isaak...
Cain tossed himself on his bed and closed his eyes, snuggling his pillow, embracing it lovingly. He sighed, still smiling, and heard the door open quietly, Lilith's soft voice reaching his ears. He hardly hear her, except the last few words. He sat up immediately, hearing Isaak's name, and a second pair of shoes on the hard floor of his room. Lilith smiled and closed the door as she left, and Cain gawked for a moment at the fabulously dressed man she left standing there, in a black tailored suit, white shirt, and red tie. Cain leaped out of the bed and ran to him, throwing his arms around him. He held Isaak the same way he'd been holding his pillow; his arms wrapped gently around him, his head resting on Isaak's shoulder.
Isaak had stiffened a little at first, surprised by the intimacy of this particular hug, but he relaxed and smiled, finding it was nice to be embraced like this, like he was actually loved for once. He rested his hands against Cain's shoulder blades, and closed his eyes. Cain breathed deeply against the collar of his jacket.
"Hmmm... This is different cologne than the stuff you were wearing before..."
"I do not wear this kind very often," he replied, "Did you prefer the other?"
"No... This is perfect... Better, even. I missed you, Isaak, and seeing you now just makes me... Makes me want to..." With his eyes half closed, Cain stroked Isaak's jaw delicately, tilting his head back just a little, and Isaak gasped when he leaned in, their lips meeting so suddenly, there was no time for him to react. He almost pulled away, and yet, the passion Cain displayed as their lips moved together made Isaak lean in, made him grip Cain's shirt to keep him there. He pulled away suddenly,
"Ah, forgive me... We should not have... Perhaps coming here was not such a good idea..."
"NO!" Cain startled the brunet with his sudden shout, "I-I'm sorry, Isaak... I didn't mean to do something you didn't like. Please don't leave. I just... I like you so much! I couldn't help it!"
"No, no... I did not mean that I did not like it, but..." he huffed softly, "I am already in a relationship. I would never even consider cheating. No matter what..."
"Cheating? Oh... You're right, this is... Cheating..." Cain looked so profoundly sad that Isaak nearly took back what he'd said, "It's not nice... But... Why did you come, then? Don't you like me?"
"I do, Cain, I do. It is just not in the same manner... The kiss was nice, but not—"
"Tell me about this person... The person you're with," Cain interrupted.
"My boyfriend's name is William. We have been together for several years, and we live together in my home with my two..." Isaak sighed, his brow knit in frustration, "You know, it... it might be wrong, but I think I could use another kiss. I do not get them enough at home."
"Really? Why not?"
"Well, it is difficult to explain. I do not think you would understand... Our relationship is not exactly loving. Never mind about that." Isaak took a step closer to Cain.
"Why doesn't he love you?" He brought forth some startling realities to Isaak.
"I-I do not know..." Cain smiled at him,
"Well I don't know what his problem is, but if you were mine, I'd kiss you all the time."
"Would you? Hm, you are rather charming, you know that?" he smiled flirtatiously.
"Even for someone as broken as me?"
"Broken?" Isaak looked surprised, and froze in his attempt to lean closer and finally claim his desired kiss, "Who said that?"
"Oh, I figured that out on my own... But I am, aren't I? My brain doesn't work like it's supposed to." Isaak gazed into Cain's wide, innocent blue eyes, and frowned.
"Different, perhaps, but I do not think it is a fair judgment to say you are 'broken,' Cain. Do you remember what happened?"
"No, not really. It hurt a lot. I remember waking up in the hospital with lots of bandages all over me."
"That sounds terrib—" he was cut off when the blond finally initiated the kiss, and he instantly gripped Cain's shoulders, feeling hands slide into his long, black hair. The kiss was deep and passionate, everything he missed about his current relationship, conveying things that surely Cain didn't understand. But in Cain's mind, a spark flickered for an instant. Some sort of connection was made, and he gripped Isaak tighter, fearing losing this feeling, this sudden realization of these feelings he had here and now, for this man in his arms this very instant. He never wanted to let Isaak go, and he wouldn't if it meant Isaak had to go back to a someone that didn't love him. This William could never love Isaak as much as Cain could.
Isaak swayed a little on the spot when they parted, huffing softly, and dove in for another kiss, gripping Cain tightly.
"Ah, damn... I feel faint... I th-think I need to lie down..." he said as he pulled back again.
"Well, come on, then," Cain nuzzled him, taking Isaak's hands in his own, guiding him back to the bed. As he smiled, he seemed just a little different, a sign of knowing almost appearing in his sparkling eyes. Isaak lie on the bed, still gasping softly, putting his hand on his forehead, surprised when his skin seemed so hot. His stomach was filled with butterflies and his cheeks lit with a rosy glow, his lips a little redder from kissing. Cain didn't fail to notice the exterior signs, and he stroked Isaak's angled face, leaning over him and staring into his coppery eyes. He kissed Isaak's cheek, and glanced down, brushing along Isaak's arm and taking his hand, holding it up and examining it.
"What is it?"
"Your hands are so beautiful," Cain stated simply, "And anything that creates poetry like yours deserves to be worshiped." He kissed that hand, and Isaak blushed, smiling.
"Mmn, well for someone as 'broken' as you... You certainly seem to know what you are doing," he said in a sultry tone.
"I'm telling the truth, though. This blush is cute too," he brushed his thumb on Isaak's cheek, and Isaak chuckled,
"Well, if you do not stop with the complements, I am going to stay this color. Kiss me again, love..." Isaak surprised himself with the pet name, but it felt right to call Cain as such. Cain leaned down again and their lips locked, and he caressed Isaak lovingly, adoring how his hands clenched and he made a small sound, just like he had in Cain's imagination. He felt just like Cain thought he would, and he couldn't stop touching him, finally resting his weight on top of the other man. Isaak gasped and pulled his lips away.
"Ah, wait... We mustn't... I will end up regretting this later if I do not stop now..." Cain sat up, pulling Isaak upright too, and kissed his cheek one last time.
"It's all right. I understand," he smiled. For some reason, Isaak's expression became extremely sorrowful, which surprised Cain. He touched Isaak's shoulder, and the man sighed softly, shaking his head.
"Forgive me. I did not mean to get so..." he waved his hand to brush it off, "I brought another poem for you. If it inspires you to do so, feel free to paint. How does that sound?"
"All right!" Cain smiled, immediately hopping onto his stool in front of the easel. Isaak pulled a folded sheet of appear out of his suit jacket, and smoothed it out. Then, he obtained a stool and sat upon it elegantly, his movements graceful and fluid. He started to read, but Cain was already painting.
With a fine brush soaked in black,Cain swept long, fluid lines extending the entire length of the paper, making very basic outlines. He shaped the stool first, and quickly, caring very little about that one insignificant object. What he wanted to draw most was the man atop it, from the way he crossed his legs, to the pleats in his slacks. His gleaming silver belt buckle and torso shaped by the structured jacket, his shoulders sharply defined. Cain outlined his elegant face, tracing the edge of his jaw and his long, glossy hair, dividing off the tendrils he hung in front of his ears. He shaded the rest of him, saving his face for last, glancing up as he dipped the brush in watercolor again. Isaak's eyes met his, and Cain smiled, happy to see it returned, finding he liked the effect that smile had on Isaak's eyes. He took note of that, and drew those eyes in, the precise angle of his sharp nose, the slight curve of his lips into an endearing smile as he spoke the words of the poem. Cain was desperate to make them sparkle like they were doing now. He mixed colors, bent on getting the precise shade of copper for his eyes, finding there were tiny motes of other colors hidden in them. Isaak had stopped reading by this time, and was watching Cain, puzzled, as the blond glanced up at him from time to time. Satisfied, Cain put the brush into the water and relaxed, smiling at his completed image.
"May I see it, Cain?"
"Yes!" Cain jumped up, then froze. "Oh no... I'm so sorry, Isaak! I wasn't paying attention to the poem! I-I was... Just painting, and-and... I'm so sorry..." he bowed his head sadly. Isaak rose and touched his shoulder.
"It is all right. What did you paint for me?"
"You," Cain said simply, looking up sheepishly, grabbing Isaak's hand and bringing him around to the front. His jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes widened a bit, but he promptly recovered himself so he wasn't gawking like a fish.
"Oh my... Cain... This is lovely, but... Why?"
"Hmmm... I don't know," he shrugged, smiling, "You're just so beautiful and you inspire me a lot. I haven't been able to paint so well in such a long time, but now that I can... I want to paint you all the time. I want to remember you forever, just as you are now, even if something happens and I can never see you again." Isaak blushed ever so slightly, looking down, and Cain cupped his jaw, coaxing Isaak to meet his eyes. Isaak placed a hand over Cain's, enjoying the feel of it on his skin. He desperately needed Cain's loving touch, and a tear trickled down his cheek. He hastily wiped it away, and pulled back, removing the hand from his cheek.
"I... Can leave a copy of the poem if you would like to look at it again, but... Perhaps... I should return to my home."
"Oh... I'm sorry, Isaak. I'll try to stop, I promise."
"No, it is... Not right to go against your heart's wishes. You have unquestionably fallen for me..."
"But do you feel the same?" Cain asked eagerly. Isaak took some time to ponder it.
"I do not know. When I think I might, my mind becomes clouded with accusations that I am a horrible cheater, and that I may only feel affection for you because my current relationship is in such bad shape, and you treat me kindly, not that I feel for you because I am actually in love with you."
"Well, you won't know unless you try, right? If you dislike the man you're with, why are you still with him?"
"Because he... He frightens me..." Isaak admitted, setting the poem on Cain's nightstand.
"Really, what for? Is he mean to you?"
"W-well, he... I-I should go..."
"All right. I guess I'll see you sometime soon then, right?"
"Yes... I will return with more... Poetry... And perhaps you can paint me again."
"That sounds good, I guess. Can I have one more kiss before you go?"
"I suppose. Kommst du bitte."
"What?"
"Come here please," he beckoned for Cain, and the blond leaned in and kissed him deeply, stroking his long hair. Isaak didn't touch him at all, his arms hanging by his sides. Though he retained his calm facade, he was wracked with a thousand questions. He knew this was wrong, to share these kisses with Cain, but he also knew that there was no where else for him to go to get this same affection. He wasn't loved by his partner. Cain was entirely devoted to him, but Cain was "broken" as he so crudely put it. He was still very childlike, and even if he got better, there was no telling whether or not he'd end up just like William in the end.
Isaak finally ended the kiss, despite the guilty desire to stay here and lie in Cain's arms all night long.
"I must go Lieb—Cain..."
"What were you going to say?"
"Uhm... Liebe. It means love.
