I Hate Everything About You

“Caspian! Caspian!”

Peter growled in a frustrated fashion as Prince Caspian (the… eleventh, or some ridiculous number like that) ignored him and continued to walk away. True enough, the memory of having almost resurrected the great evil that was the White Witch probably burned just as harshly in his mind as it did in Peter’s own, but that was no excuse for the Prince to ignore him. Once he finally caught up, his hand shot out, catching the other’s shoulder to spin him around- and anger him, apparently.

“What?” Caspian shot at him, causing Peter to stop in surprise, though he quickly recovered- considering that the other male had turned and was walking away yet again.

Chasing after him yet again, when he finally caught his shoulder once more, he set him against a wall, trapping him from running away yet again. “Just listen, alright?”

“At what?” Caspian spat at him like the words were poison in his mouth. “I have made a mistake, I should not have trusted Nikabrik, I am well aware of that transgression on my part,” he said quickly, so angry that the words came out like a hiss at him.

For a moment Peter was distracted by the accent the other had- that damn accent…- but he quickly snapped out of it, remembering he was supposed to be angry at the other. “Don’t you realize what you could have done? This is the White Witch we’re talking about, not some… some… second-bill sorceress! You could have killed us all!”

That was about all Caspian was willing to take for the other; his hands shot up to grip Peter’s wrists, throwing his hands off of his person. “Oh yes, and you had it well sorted,” he shot back before he went to walk away yet again.

Yet again Peter’s hand shot out, catching his shoulder to force it painfully back into the wall. “I’m not finished with you,” he said to the other- but moments before he kissed him harshly. Now, perhaps such an action had thrown Caspian for a loop, but Peter himself knew exactly what he was doing. Luckily, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who wanted such interaction, for the other male put up no fight at all as he took his hands, pinning them against the wall on either side of his head. For a moment Caspian seemed to shrink, and when Peter realized it was because the other’s legs were giving out on him, he quickly pressed up against him, trapping him to the wall so that such a kiss could continue.

When Peter finally broke for air, he did so quickly, then trailing biting kisses along the one side of the Prince’s neck. “What was-“

“Shut up,” Peter said, cutting Caspian off with another kiss to his lips, this one much harsher, though it seemed such an effect was desired, since he soon moaned into the kiss. “Do you not realize,” the High King said as he trailed kisses once more down his neck towards the collarbone barely hidden by his shirt, “how much worry you caused me?”

“I…” Caspian started, arching against him as he suckled at his collarbone, obviously trying to leave a mark there, “I am sorry… I did not know…or I wouldn’t have…”

Peter stopped then, causing Caspian to look down into the eyes that glared at him. “That’s not why I was worried,” he said stiffly, once more capturing his lips before he finally explained. “You almost were killed… if she would have touched you…” His hand gripped tighter at Caspian’s cut hand, stemming the flow that came from such a cut.

“Don’t touch him.” Of course. “Peter…” Caspian said, his breath husky as the other pressed kisses to the opposite side of his neck from before, “not here… someone will see…”

“Then that will be your punishment for being so foolish,” Peter said simply before he captured the other’s lips in a harsh kiss, biting at the Prince’s bottom lip when he finally pulled away. “Or maybe…”

Caspian looked down at the other when he said such, not liking the look in his eyes. However, he didn’t have to look at him long- since he was soon knocked unconscious.

***

When he awoke, it was upon a bed that he lay; he could feel the softness of the mattress below him. He went to brush his hair from his face with one hand- only to find it unable to do so. Snapping open his eyes then, he looked up only to see that his hands had been fastened to the headboard with silk, maroon scarves, a fact that caused him to growl slightly. Turning his head to the side, he saw a note propped up on the bedside table, one that he squinted to read from his position. I have some work to attend to before I can see to you. Keep yourself amused until I can get free.

Looking up to the ceiling, he glared at it, able to see the High King smirking in his mind. “I’ll kill him,” he muttered under his breath, struggling vainly against his bonds before he fell still once more.