#i need to taste his alcohol infused spit go down my throat

[gojoest]

kishibe is very heavy on my mind btw . always

[ashtonandcalslefthand]

Checkmate (Prince!Cal AU) Part Five

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Implications of sex, (but nothing too graphic,) heartbreak

Calum, once he reached his room, nearly ripped his own hair out. Acting, acting, acting, acting, she was fucking acting. Every time, she asked for his heart, every time, he handed it to her, and then, every time, like clockwork, she ripped it piece by piece in front of him with a smile upon her fucking face. And he loved it. His head spun. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her.

Drunkenly, he stumbled to his wardrobe, rapidly changing out of his formal outfit. Calum needed a drink. He needed a cigarette, a shot, something -- anything -- to take his mind off of her. Her eyes, her smile, her lips, her words, her skin, her, her, her, her. He needed something to take his mind off of her, he needed someone.

With a black t-shirt, some jeans, and a leather jacket, he ran for the kitchen’s back door. He escaped the confinement of walls quickly. The crisp air burned his lungs as he inhaled deeply.

Then he made his way, slowly, quickly, he couldn’t tell, to the town’s nightclub.

He would find a way to escape her grasp on the pieces of his heart that remained. He was sure, he was sure, he repeated to himself. He was sure it was a lie. But, if he got drunk enough, he could believe it. He was sure, he was sure.

Acting? Good acting? Was that really what I said, she screamed at herself as she threw her stupid, stubborn heels onto the ground. Why would she do that? What made her crave the power to break her own foolish, foolish heart?

She unzipped her dress hastily, throwing on some clothes she’d picked up from a mall, something no one would expect from a princess. She changed her makeup and changed her hair and changed and changed until she couldn’t recognize herself in the foggy mirror.

Good, she thought to herself, as she headed out the garden’s back gate. She was going where she wouldn’t want people to notice her. She blinked up at the stars that cried his name at her, deafening her as she made her way down the street that he had walked down just minutes before. As they shrieked at her, she broke into a run, but she could not escape the stars or her own mistakes.

Her feet moved faster.

Emma hummed as she curled her hair, observing her own outfit in the clear mirror.  It was nothing like her usual modest, dainty uniform. It was wild, it was seductive, it was sexy. She looked exactly how she’d planned to, maybe even better! She smirked at herself as she turned the iron off, setting it down on the counter calmly.

Noah had chosen that whore over her, but it was fine, such things didn’t bother her. Except this did. He’d played her for a fool and even had the audacity to keep up his snobbish performance afterwards, showing up at her door thrice since she caught him in the garden with her. Her teeth gleamed under the lights. He thought he had her wrapped around his finger oh, no, no, no. She would play him in return. Her pawn would take his queen in a single move.

She would break two hearts in one go and the tears would taste delightful. Noah loved his sister fiercely, and breaking her heart would only inflict more pain upon him. Oh, how she grinned at the very thought.

She walked down the sidewalk with a bounce in her step as the moon beamed down at her. She beamed right back. The moon hid in the clouds from her.

The club was pulsing with life. The music came out of the speakers vibrating with bright, neon energy. The bar’s lights didn’t flicker under the pressure of a couple hundred people, in fact, the lights seem to brighten with the pressure. They reminded Calum of her so much that he downed what remained of his drink quickly.

He was surrounded by columns of girls, all waiting for their turn, all trying to catch his attention. Some played with his hair, some nipped at his ears, some straddled him, desperately attempting to pull him out of his Elena-laced daydreams. He wanted them to pull him from the fantasies, too.

He stood abruptly, knocking several girls to the ground. His cup was empty. Making his way through the bar, he walked with all the arrogance a heartbroken prince could muster. the bartender -- a friend Calum had made many-a-heartbreak ago -- raised his eyebrows when Calum had nearly dented the counter with the force he put into setting his cup down. The colorful-haired-boy didn’t ask anything aloud, but Calum knew the question. He rubbed his poor, tired eyes with his palms.

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” He said as Michael fixed him up another drink. They could communicate like this, with ease and grace. “It’s been a long day,” Calum looked up at him as he scoffed, making another beautiful cocktail for someone down the long line of customers.

“Really, now?” Sarcasm poured from his mouth as fluidly as the drinks poured from his hands. “Who woulda thunk?” Calum glared at the smirking man but stayed silent as a grin he stubbornly -- uselessly -- attempted to hide. He always had to smile around Michael.

He downed his drink, setting the cup down more quietly this time, before slouching in his stool, his posture becoming worse, more comfortable. “Shut up, Michael.” He said with a bright smile. God, it felt good to smile. “It’s just... She won’t get the fuck out of my head -- like she’s doing it to spite me.” There it was again. A flash of dark skin, haunting eyes, bright smiles, loud laughter. Hints of her that disappeared just after he’d caught them, slipping through his fingers like smoke.

Michael smiled sadly, clapping his friend roughly on the shoulder, “There’s this girl right behind you that might take your mind off of things. She’s been watching you since she got here. Let me know how it goes.” With a wink and the tap of him setting down another drink Calum hadn’t asked for -- but wanted -- he disappeared into the bright lights.

Calum clenched the glass so tightly that he genuinely feared cracking it. He brought the cup up to his lips and met the burning alcohol with a fear of not tasting it and a terrifying nothingness. He turned around. A flash of her dark hair whipped by as he searched for the girl Michael had been talking about.

He finally found her. It wasn’t hard. Her eyes, piercingly green, were already roaming his body. She didn’t excuse herself from whoever she was dancing with, weaving her way through the crowd to Calum, never breaking their eye contact.

He had to admit, she was pretty. Beautiful, even. Her skin danced, not under, but with the heavy lights, her eyes were teasing, her outfit was... thought-provoking... but she wasn’t Elena.

Calum silently cursed her name for bringing thoughts he thought he’d buried too deep to be summoned by a single thought. She always did like digging into him, he thought with a deadly smirk.

The mystery girl was already pressing against him when he’d pulled himself from his thoughts. She looked familiar and his brows furrowed, a crease appearing as he frowned down at her. She smirked up at him -- she was very short, dainty, small -- and her voice was low with lust infused in her voice when she spoke to him. “Something wrong?”

“Have we met before?” He asked, still frowning, even though he let her push him against the stone wall. It scratched against his back pleasantly and he couldn’t help the low growl that erupted from his throat. She sank down to her knees when they reached the dark corner she’d been eyeing for a while…

They were alone.

“No,” She said, lying through her teeth as she undid the belt that kept his tight black jeans that spun all the girls’ minds into whirlwinds. Emma was all seduction and pretty grins and batting eyelashes to him, but in her head, the plan was set into motion.

When Elena’d worriedly asked her where she should go, minutes after she’d caught Calum heading this way, she knew exactly where to send her. She’d caught the princess dancing every once in a while from her position in the corner, yet she’d gotten the beautiful prince first. Noah lingered with his sister and she was with Calum and the stone wall was cold and rough on her hands and Calum’s hands were in her hair and he was moaning and she was winning.

For the first time, Emma was winning.

She grinned.

Elena did not smile as she danced, not really. Sure, she grinned politely at the jokes and cheered quietly while her friends clapped and yelled, but she wasn’t there, not really. She was in the garden, under the clouds, under the stars, under the moon. She wasn’t with her brother, her cousin, her friends, not really. She was with him, she was with Calum in the dark in the garden with Calum. She was with Calum. She had a cigarette between her teeth, smoke in her lungs, a smile on her lips, and a terrible love in her heart.

Someone bumped into her, tugging her away from her memories without warning. She almost glared, except her cup slipped from her fingers, which were daydreaming of holding a cigarette under the moon, and the drink spilt all over the figure. Her eyes widened and she spit out the first apology that came out, “Oh my lord, I am so sorry -- my deepest apologies!” 

She raised her eyes to meet the icy-clear ones of a rainbow-headed bartender she’d seen earlier talking to a man who could’ve easily passed as Calum. His eyes widened at her in, fear was it? Elena couldn’t possibly comprehend the shock written on his face. She’d come to this bar before and people have gotten used to having a princess come to a bar every now and then. Why would he be afraid of her?

The thoughts spiralled as she searched for paper towel, napkins, a tissue, for God’s sake! Still, when she turned back to him, he was smiling like he never had another expression at all. Maybe I really am drunk, she thought to herself as she analyzed the charming boy with the bright hair and brighter eyes.

“It’s no problem, babe,” He said, waving the whole situation with a wave of his hand and a sugar-sweet grin. “As a bartender, I learn to bring a couple extra pairs of clothes.” He winked playfully at her before extending a hand, looking down at it, wiping the cocktail off onto his shirt before extending it once more. 

“I’m Michael,” She smiled at him. She smiled freely, for once.

“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Michael,” She took his hand and shook it with force. “I’m Elena,”

Michael pulled his hand away, shaking it in fake agony, “Elena or The Rock, damn, you’ve got a grip!” She smiled at his jokes. “You okay?” He asked, all the jokes coming to an end as he analyzed Elena, something she wasn’t adjusted to.

“Yeah,” She went to sip from her cup, only to remember that it was no longer in her hand. “Why?” He looked at her with all the sass of a punk-emo-bartender could muster. She reminded him of someone and realized right away, recognition shimmering in his eyes.

She didn’t notice, already speaking. “Well, there’s this guy.” Which was louder, that was the question of the evening; the booming bass, Elena’s heartbeat, or the roar of fear in Michael’s ears. “And I-” Her voice faltered. Damn, she needed a drink. “And I think I love him.”

Michael was terrified, absolutely terrified. What had he done? His shirt was sticky at this point, but he didn’t notice. He was searching for an escape and, just as he thought he would have to simply run away, he caught her.

“Elena, have you met Gage?” Michael’s hand wrapped around her wrist delicately, twirling her into his arms. She smiled with a cocked eyebrow, her blue eyes glistening. For a moment, Elena felt as if she were intruding, as if they should be alone. She had almost crept away when Gage turned to her, extending her own hand.

Elena took a moment to observe her. She had hair that was an eccentric shade of bright blue, almost a blinding white, and half of her head was shaved. Her eyes glistened under the bright lights with the promise of mischief. “Hey, Princess, I’m Gage.” Her smile was prize, no, award winning! She was a vibrant blue pulse of lightning.

Elena grinned. Calum calls me princess.

“Hey, I guess that makes me Princess.” Gage laughed, leaning against Michael’s chest for unnecessary support. They were cute. “So, do you work here?” Elena searched within herself for conversation topics that weren’t about swordplay or coronations or wedding plans.

“No,” Gage said with an innocent shrug, “I just really like wearing aprons.” Elena blushed slightly, laughing along with them. Michael hugged Gage against his chest, her eyes widening slightly before jumping away. “Michael Gordon Clifford, you got me all wet!”

He winked at the blue girl. “Say it louder, baby girl.” She slapped him lightly, but they were both laughing, looking at each other with love. That could me and Cal, her mind whispered. Damnit. He was right, Elena cursed herself, I do call him Cal.

“Well, we’ve gotta go change now,” Gage said, looking pointedly at Michael, who only shrugged sweetly, “But, I’ll see ya later, Princess.” Elena’s stomach flipped at the mention of Cal’s nickname, and she watched them silently. She could only grin when Gage pulled Michael into her changeroom.

Calum was pulling his clothes back on, so was the mysterious girl. She didn’t tell him her name and he didn’t ask -- they were a perfect match. Still, she... confused him, intrigued him. He recognized her, how did he recognize her? The faces from the clubs never truly registered, so how did he know her face?

Maybe that’s why he let her dance with him, kiss him, stay with him as every other girl in the bar glared sourly at her. Out the corner of his eye, close to the front door, he caught her face. Though she was covered in makeup and her hair looked different, he knew her. Her face, her body, her skin. He caught her eye and hers widened. He traced her glance to the girl he was kissing. His eyes widened, too, as the realization hit him.

Too late.

She stumbled back into her brother, Noah, who looked at him and the girl with hurt, with fury. Calum hated himself. He hated him and his heart and his brain and his soul and everything. Sure, she gave his heart a couple cracks now and then but, as he tore himself away from the girl, he watched her heart shatter. There was the realization he’d needed. She did. She loved him. 

And he broke her.

She stumbled back, back, back, until she hit the wall as her eyes welled with tears. And then she ran. Away from the bar, the dance floor, the prince she’d trusted with her heart.

Calum turned away from a fuming Noah who looked oddly heartbroken to the girl who was grinning up at him, who he finally recognized. He’d seen her at the castle, in Elena’s room, once before. She was the maid he’d never learned the name of. 

Emma was beaming. She’d broken three hearts, apparently. Though her plan only had two involved, she was proud of the extra addition. Noah, Elena, Calum. Sure, Calum and Elena had done nothing particular to her... but how wonderful it felt to watch their hearts crack. She pulled away slowly from the man who looked so defeated. She wiped the pad of her thumb just under his bottom lip, where her dark lipstick was smeared.

“Good night, Calum.” He tried to glare at her, truly, really, he did. But he just didn’t have the energy. His posture slumped, his eyes dimmed, his heart simply caved in. As Emma walked away, practically giggling, and the other girls swarmed around him, he gave up. He’d lost her.

He’d had her and he’d lost her.

She was gone.

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