AU so very AU

[themidnightson]

It wasn't the best day--

He'd been bothered by the nearness of pretty much every single person who'd gotten within a four foot radius of him. He'd actually caught a boy's wrist in his fingers, nearly snapped it in his haste, when he'd reached over to point at part of his anatomy notes,  distracted by the pulse that shuttered and roared under his thumb, wanting to feel the wild beat of it against his lips. Before he'd had to suddenly get himself out of that room. He hadn't even listened to the teacher remonstrating his back as he ran away as slowly as possible without ruining his well constructed life of lies.

In another class he'd gotten a perfect test back, again, but he was conflicted on whether he deserved it. It was all but impossible to sit in a room full of peers taking the same test and no over hear their every little diatribatic thought about the questions and the answers to the questions. To pick out the calmest minds instead of the panicked ones, who were easier to stand, but also inevitably were focused or gleeful about having the correct answer each time.

-- so when Edward threw the door open and was greeted with the sight of a studio vertical piano it wasn't hard to just stare irritably.

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[themidnightson]

There was a harder mar to his lips for those words.

"The most fundamental parts of me have changed entirely."

[ofthefamily]

Nothing changed of the soul of who you are and if you believe otherwise, Carlisle growls and why he is he so angry, both of them? Another step forward, and, You've trusted me so far and now you won't even trust me with so much as a piano?

[themidnightson]

"The likelihood of my ever dying now--" Edward said, with a ludicrous tone, as he shook of his head and looked up at the ceiling. How could he not be changed at the level of his soul. He longed to murder and devour people as the most constant thought in a day.

"It's the exchange of one eternity for another. But that," his eyes darted to the upright nearby. "Was your assumption."

[ofthefamily]

If my assumption was so wrong --

He's not getting through to Edward and Carlisle can't think of anything else. He picks up the bench without a second thought to price or worth or value. Carlisle chucks the bench at Edward's chest for him to catch.

"Tear it to shreds. It's just wood and wire and pedals and keys."

[themidnightson]

Edward caught it, frustration arcing through him, half his and half Carlisle's, and the piece of wood groaned between his hands in the hard grip which caught the top and a leg. "Just the sum of it's parts? Waiting for you to decide what you should do with it?"

Without pausing to consider it, and the most minute cringe inside, he threw it right back. "Do it yourself."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle bends and the bench clatters thunderously against the keys.

Are you even listening to yourself? Why isn't it the sum of its parts? Because you say it isn't? By that measure alone why don't you believe me when I say that you have a soul my Edward --

[themidnightson]

Why doesn't he understand? It's about all of this. It's about him--his life before, his death, his new life, his once playing and the division from that passion and that life, about the inability to be the same or to be different, all the puzzle pieces hanging by threads.

How the impetus of all decision and action is Carlisle.

He's the foundation of all of these things.

In good and in the bad and everything.

God's center, (im)perfectly still.



(Everything he's not.)




But everything goes stunning silent at my Edward and his nostrils flared, anger coming up still for the sentence before it. Space crossed without plan, fists balling in Carlisle jacket to shove him back into the piano, half through it.

[ofthefamily]

Everything is splintering around Carlisle and he doesn't even notice the ivory keys falling to the floor as they tear themselves away from the piano's frame.

(But since the first time Edward called out Just stop, he always has to try -- )

I mean it. I am serious, Edward; you have a soul -- and Carlisle felt like he might just claim Carlisle's own, the way Edward's teeth catch on Carlisle's lip as another oh, my Edward blurs Carlisle's senses.

[themidnightson]

He wants to sear the thought out his head, out of Carlisle's. No one can know, one of them has to be right and neither of them can be right, unless they die and they aren't going to die now.

God-- he thinks, one hand moving from the jacket to the back of Carlisle's head, hard and demanding, pulling only that part of him forward. --don't let there be even a chance they could die right now.

He doesn't ask.

Marks out with his mouth and the hard planes of his hands the anger that he knows he'd would have given that forsaken soul to Carlisle without hesitating for this. Even now. Especially now.

[ofthefamily]

Edward is the first thing to throw Carlisle off balance in a century. By pulling Carlisle's face close enough to Edward's to taste - touch - feel against himself, Carlisle's torso angles back enough to give him the room to strip off his jacket and shirt.

I'm not -- sorry -- Carlisle thinks, edges of his thoughts trying to become speech but not making it while he thinks of shredding the coat off Edward's back. I got -- the damn piano --

[themidnightson]

"You should be. I didn't want it," Edward snapped, shoving Carlisle shoulders, hard and suddenly at a downward angel, toward the rest of the piano. It needed to be rubble, to be gone entirely, and what better thing was there to break it on.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle leans up and into Edward's grasp, growling through a smile that Carlisle has repressed for so long it feels alien to him and

You didn't want to die either and I bring you to my life. For what? To have you judge me and tell me everything I think is wrong --

[themidnightson]

The sound shivers through him, but he only holds Carlisle back, glowering even though his chest is rising faster unconsciously. "Because this was. It wasn't a part of my past I wanted back and you decreed I was wrong."

The last word four words are black.

But he's back to right in Carlisle face, hissing the words even as his hands dug into that blonde hair, finger tips pressing hard, words scattering in and out between a furious kiss.

"I don't want this. I didn't."

[ofthefamily]

The piano gives way with a wrenching crack, Carlisle landing on his back under Edward's welcome weight --

You want me though -- you said -- The first uncertainty in tone since Edward saw the piano, and it fades out quickly. Anger replaces it -- anger at Edward's belt which Carlisle snaps open at the small of Edward's back, anger at the noise he'll have to explain later to the neighbors --

What do you want?

[themidnightson]

Disbelief at Carlisle's doubt going there, as well as the arrival of the ground, with Carlisle between him and it, while he clenched piano shrapnel under his fingers where they'd landed on the sides of his head, caused him go stone still. He'd been about to pull away, forehead brushing Carlisle's clavicle, when the the ripping sensation and sound of his belt along with Carlisle's anger shot through causing a groan to escape.

Bronze hair hanging over his face didn't conceal his hard, dark eyes when he looked up. Then jerked up, grinding his hips down and in to find a half seated purchase, as his hands drug wires up from behind Carlisle's head, on both sides of his neck, to bring that face back up to where he was.

"I want you to stop talking."

[ofthefamily]

His hands try to travel to meet Edward's hips and keep them in position while Carlisle's mind focuses on the the piano wire cradling the underside of his neck. The wire would cut into a human's neck, pain and suffering, but not Carlisle's and not Edward's. It was near gentle at the moment, light as the touch was.

Carlisle hadn't been speaking aloud. Edward can't expect him to stop thinking, can he?

With a confused edge: Edward -- ?

[themidnightson]

Edward shook his head, minute and clipped, his hands tugging the wire tight suddenly together as one when his eyes narrowed and he frowned at being addressed. "Stop."

[ofthefamily]

Nothing about this is gentle anymore. No pain, but Edward's eyes gold shot with black as the piano wire tightens across Carlisle's throat he takes one last exhalation and then stops.

Even stops trying to think about anything more than Edward, if his thoughts had ever strayed from that topic much in the last years.

[themidnightson]

"It's my prerogative-" His hands were winding the wire around the backs and palms of his hands in two very quick circles. The heels of his hands hardly leaving the space over Carlisle's breast bone for a half second to do so. "-not yours."

He leaned down, forearms dropping against his skin, pressing down with his weight. "If I don't want to play the piano." His grip on the wire didn't lessen but he used a thumb to tip up Carlisle's chin and kissed his throat. "If I choose to believe things you don't." He turned his cheek to one side, placing another one on the side. Small and precise.

"And even if what I want most is to make you stop thinking what I should or shouldn't be doing or wanting or know, make you writhe and scream," he paused, the grip of his hands tightening the wire at the same time as he bit the side of Carlisle's throat without warning. "-on your broken piano, until the entire building couldn't miss what was happening-" he pulled back, but didn't loosen the tension of the wire in his hands.

"It's still my prerogative to choose what I want to do with it."

[ofthefamily]

There's no air in Carlisle's lungs; the gasp sounds hoarse when Edward bites him and he doesn't dare speak but the thought --






What do you want to do with it - me - the piano - anything --

skips like a scratched record across Carlisle's mind, even as he tries desperately to cling to what Edward threatened to do to him.

[themidnightson]

"The piano is gone, if you haven't noticed."

At least in any way that it could resemble 'a piano.'

Edward half rolled his eyes, shaking his head even with a smugly disappointed edge to his still dark expression. "I should do nothing. Get up, calm down, take a walk, think sensibly, pretend I understand or am vaguely apologetic for demolishing your property--"

Except that he only crouched closer saying this, never moving away.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle strains against the piano wire. But you won't.

[themidnightson]

A wan to sharp predatory smile crossed his lips, as he faintly tipped his heads and raised his shoulders in a shrug. "I don't want to, and I don't care either. If it's selfish, so be it."

At least he didn't right then, leaning down and demanding Carlisle's lips again for a kiss that wasn't a request, but an invasion. His hands balled slightly, fingers tips grazing his chin without loosing the wires, and his hips rocking downward.

[ofthefamily]

Selfish doesn't matter here

How could it? Edward's very existence, here, in Carlisle's life -- that was selfish and Carlisle doesn't care oh my Edward lets his hands shred the waistband of Edward's pants to scraps.

Let me have you please --

[themidnightson]

"You don't listen well," it's sardonic sharp complaint with a note of laughter and annoyance, even when he's saying it through Carlisle's lip once he's caught it with his teeth.

Still the sound of ripping stays consistent; finally losing his own shirt which jerks the wire only on the left side, having to disentangle one of the loops to be rid of the cloth.