Hurts So Good- Epilogue
pt 1, pt 2
warnings: implied NSFW, implied past dubcon
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Varadha stands at the edge of the Khansaar palace’s balcony, watching the bustle of the city in the morning. There’s a cup of coffee that he forgot about before it went cold next to him.
Usually, looking at the citizens, his thoughts are filled with his duties for the day, but lately he’s only been able to think about one thing.
One person, rather.
It’s been four years since Varadha captured Deva from Tinsukia.
Two years of feigning hatred and annoyance, of pretending his heart didn’t flutter every time Deva so much as looked at him, and another two years of gradually dropping the pretense.
He didn’t bother Deva much, nowadays. They would mostly just talk, about inane things. Both avoided the mess that happened seven years ago. Sometimes one of them would bring up something the other did as kids, and they’d share a small smile before remembering and looking away. And occasionally Varadha did take Deva to bed, just to keep up appearances. It was getting harder to ignore what he was doing, though.
Deva had made a life for himself, in the little city that he had hidden in. Varadha had sent his men to inquire in the beginning, and found out that Deva was a mechanic, that his mother was the local teacher, and that he loved to play daily with the children. Varadha had essentially kidnapped him from that life. Worse, Deva would never see the woman he loved again, not unless he left Khansaar. Varadha knows the pain of separation from a lover, knows the agony of what Deva might have been feeling these past few years. He was familiar with it in the seven years after Raja Mannar’s death, of course. And Deva did get… physically aroused by him. But Varadha was well aware that he probably never wanted to be in the situation in the first place, and that it was probably a natural bodily reaction to any pleasure, even the masochistic kind.
Varadha had acted selfishly, and now was keeping his Deva prisoner, forced to obey Varadha’s emotional and physical whims. But what choice did he have? The Khansaar court would have called for Deva’s head, for breaking the seal, otherwise. He was able to pacify them by convincing them that this was a far worse punishment. And that was true, Varadha can tell Deva thinks of his mother every day. He doesn’t even want to think about how much Deva probably misses that girl.
Lately, he’s been trying to leave subtle hints. Telling Deva routes to sneak out of the city, under the guise of improving security. Leaving all of the palace doors unlocked at night, safety be damned.
But Deva never seems to get the idea. He’s always just… there. Hanging behind Varadha, like a shadow. Varadha doesn’t know what his plan is, assumes he’s trying to get close to kill him one day. Well, Varadha wouldn’t object to that. He hates the throne, he hates ruling, he hates this place, but it’s not like there’s anyone else he trusts to take his position. The only positive is that he has the man he loves, but the pain of knowing he’s hurting Deva takes that away as well.
Varadha’s so lost in thought he doesn’t notice Deva coming up behind him. A fresh berry scent hits his nose as he glances to his side and sees the pomegranate that Deva’s hands are deftly starting to peel. He swallows and looks back to the city. He has to tell Deva, somehow. If he has to throw away his pride and be completely honest about it, he’ll do it.
Varadha takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with the man to the right of him.
“Rey,” he starts, then stops, heart hammering. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, actually.
Deva’s observing him. “What?” Varadha hesitates, and Deva frowns. “Seriously, what?” He leans in, and Varadha has to control his breathing. “Let me guess, you suddenly hate pomegranates?” It’s meant to be a joke, but Varadha can hear worry underneath. He hates this, hates that Deva still cares enough, somewhere, that he can feel worried for his captor.
“You can leave anytime you want,” Varadha whispers. He still doesn’t look to his side.
“...What are you talking about?”
Varadha closes his eyes, and leans his chin on the railing. This is it. This is the moment Deva will leave, and Varadha will be alone again. Just as he’s been for most of his life. “I only wanted to save you from dying. And I… I was selfish enough to want you. But it was wrong. You can leave whenever you want, I won’t stop you. Go back to your girlfriend, get married, whatever. I don’t care. Just leave.” Varadha’s glad his eyes are closed, because he can feel tears behind his eyelids. Once Deva leaves, he can have his full breakdown.
There’s a long pause before Deva speaks. “Arey, picchoda [crazy man].” The slightly amused tone and the insult makes Varadha frown. He still can’t open his eyes though, Deva would see the tears. He can’t have that.
“Just leave! Why are you still here? I promise I won’t chase after you.” Even though he’d want to, so badly.
Deva keeps going, in that same damned tone. “Are you drunk? Who let you drink this early?” Varadha hears Deva pick up the coffee cup, and suddenly get serious. “Did someone spike this?”
Varadha breaks. He slides down the railing to sit, head in his hands, trying to muffle the sobs.
Deva sighs, and sits down right next to him. He peels a wet hand off of Varadha’s face, and Varadha braces for a blow but freezes as something is placed into the hand.
He looks down at a handful of pomegranate seeds. “What?”
“Eat. They’re very juicy today.”
“What the fuck?”
Deva sighs again. “Varadha. Bangaram. Do you really think I couldn’t have gotten out of here myself if I wanted? Especially after you started unlocking every door in the palace after you thought I went to sleep? That was a security nightmare, by the way, Baba’s nearly tearing what’s left of his hair out over it every night.”
Varadha’s head whips up at the term of endearment, and he’s more confused than ever. “So why didn’t you leave before?”
“Why did you think I wanted to?”
Varadha frowns, now getting frustrated. Does Deva think he’s a fool? “That girl. Your lover.” He spits out. “Your mother. I’ve separated you from your home, from your family.”
At that, Deva winces. “Ok, so, I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t get mad.”
“What?”
Deva peels some more pomegranates, making sure Varadha’s chewing on another handful (who idly wonders if they’re poisoned and this is how Deva’s trying to kill him), before he finally speaks again. “So I never was in love with the girl.” He shrugs. “I don’t even remember her name now, to be honest. And my mother’s probably better off without me, anyway.”
Curse the tree of a man next to him, Varadha has to wait until the damned seeds are down his throat before he can reply to that revelation. “So then why the fuck would you lie to me about that?”
Deva chuckles, but it’s a nervous chuckle. The one he used to have as a kid when he set up a prank for Varadha but realized too late that Varadha was in a bad mood and would probably just get mad at him for the prank instead of laughing back. Varadha narrows his eyes. Wait.
“... You never said you loved her.”
Deva goes back to his pomegranate. “Exactly,” he says, still acting defensive. “If you made assumptions based on a simple ‘Leave her alone’ that’s not my problem.”
“So remind me again why you did stay then?”
Deva winces again. “Because I love you.” He clears his throat and continues, not letting Varadha sit with that, “I’d be fine with being anywhere, doing anything, as long as it meant I’d be with you, raa. There’s nothing that’s happened in the last few years that wasn’t consensual.” He peels the last few seeds, puts them in Varadha’s frozen hand, and slumps. “I know you still care about me. I know that the hatred you have for me is only a mask. And I know you don’t love me in the same way as I love you, raa” He takes a deep breath. “But that doesn’t matter to me. I’m content to just love you like this, like I’ve done my entire life.” He makes a movement to get up, like he wants to run away, and Varadha acts.
Varadha yanks him back down, and punches Deva’s shoulder.
“Ow, what-”
“Sachinoda [you dead man],” Varadha spits, and throws the rest of the seeds over the balcony. He needs both hands free, of course. He takes Deva’s face in between his hands and kisses him so hard he ends up knocking Deva flat on his back, and doesn’t let up until Deva starts tapping his wrist for air.
They both sit up. While Deva gasps for breath, Varadha takes a second to just think.
For four years, Varadha had been feeling like he was slowly torturing Deva. He had been feeling so guilty he almost lost his appetite, had had his thoughts consumed by what pain Deva might be going through.
And the whole time, Deva was just… what, chilling with him? Not even thinking to tell Varadha of his feelings?
Deva’s gasps turn into laughs, and Varadha hits him again, feeling very much like a sulking cat.
“I take it we were both being idiots, and you do love me back?” Deva grins, and Varadha has to fight very hard to not kiss him again at the sight of his beautiful smile.
He just glares instead, not bothering to answer, and Deva breaks into laughter again. He reaches for Varadha to kiss his forehead, runs his lips down the black bottu covering Varadha’s forehead, presses a short kiss to the base of his nose where the mukku pogu dangles, and finally, when he finds what he wants in Varadha’s eyes, kisses his lips once more.
Once they break apart, Varadha glares again, clutching Deva’s shoulders so hard he knows it probably hurts. “Forget everything I said earlier,” he orders. “You’re not leaving, ever. You’re stuck with me until we both grow old and look like walnuts. If you even try to set foot outside these gates without me I’ll kill you.”
Deva just smirks. “Ah, I was wondering when mean Varadha would make an appearance again. I’ve missed him recently.”
Varadha pushes Deva on his back again, now holding both of Deva’s wrists above his head, and straddles him. “I’ll fuck you right here on this balcony if you keep that up, I don’t care who sees,” he warns.
“Jokes on you, I’m into that shit.” The smirk turns into something much softer. “I’m yours, raa. Whatever you want.” They both know he’s not just talking about sex.
Varadha struggles to keep his own smile hidden as he leans down for another kiss, imagining the many decades they’ll have in the future, to spend together.
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