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[merculuros]

i saw that panel and thought of this idk

[calculatingthestars]

Last Line (+ word count tag)

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“I should probably get back to work,” the Corinthian says. “What are you going to do?”

Morpheus is still on the bed, reclining on the torn pillows. “I... do not know,” he says. “I should go to my lady, and ask her for my function.”

The Corinthian tries to imagine him kneeling in front of Rose, asking for something to do, and can’t.

This snippet (opted for more than a line just to give a little more context XD) is from “In Occursum Dei”. Current word count is 22k, including the outline. ^_^;;

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[rriavian]

WIP Wednesday Snippet

Sorry it's late!

I was debating which to post but thought I'd go with (Im)patience is a virtue. It's based on a prompt by @merculuros from a while ago so thought I'd post a bit more. Some of the other fics I don't want to spoil, or are not as well edited as I'd like. This fic itself is almost done but I'm super nervous about it so I hope you enjoy! <3

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The Corinthian is restless.

He’s a wild thing of bared teeth; without thought for seduction, not trying to be the lure here, not slipping on that sensual guise for Dream. Not the kiss, not that purring coaxing thing, has skipped over that. Not a kiss at all—

Instead he’s the knife at the end of it.

The Corinthian wants a fight, is a beast of claws and darkness that wants to take, needs to win. Dream knows that otherwise this feels too easy, feels like giving in, knows the Corinthian doesn’t want to do anything that Dream has told him to do. That he will tell him to do. Dream knows he needs something more to feel satisfied. The Corinthian is so very delicate, the thought of bending is being confused with breaking. Dream is not so concerned, will see if he can combine pleasure with a lesson. He has something he wants to show him; will feed it to him, wants to gorge himself on his nightmare and be gorged on in return.

He smirks as he gives the Corinthian something of what he wants but will never ask for.

Dream kneels at the Corinthian’s feet.

He holds it for a moment, lets it be seen, then shuffles close, keeps his eyes low, nuzzles at the Corinthian’s thigh and begins to mouth at it, seeking, questioning, asking for permission. The material quickly dampens, Dream still sucking at it, and he curves his back, bends his neck, folds small and yielding, carves pride away because Dream simply doesn’t care. There is no wound here for him. Dream fills the space with deference; knows the Corinthian needs to see this, needs to have it, and is more than prepared to submit if it gets him what he wants.

He hears the surprised intake of breath.

“Fucking look at you.” The Corinthian says; a nasty edge to his tone, mocking because he thinks this is an insult, thinks Dream is debasing himself. “You want it so badly.”

There’s a hand gliding through his hair.

Despite the Corinthian’s harsh words, his cruel tone, the touch is questing, not timid but held back by lack of practice. His nightmare has never touched him before, not like this, has knelt at his feet and kissed Dream’s hand, distant for all it had been lips on skin. It’s not what Dream wants, not here, but the instinctive reverence in the hesitation still pleases him.

Come on, sweet thing, you can touch.

Dream finally raises his eyes, turns his head so that his cheek can still rub against rough fabric while he gazes up. “Yes.”

The Corinthian swallows. “Why?”

“Because you are my favourite.” Dream says simply, no cost to tell him this, nothing given up in the admittance because this is praise bestowed. “Because you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever made.”

The Corinthian’s jaw drops—the exhale is shaky, he’s stunned and yearning—so fragile, so wanting under all that bravado. Dream wonders if he can get the want alongside it, get something both fierce and sweet, will have this all the same because this delicate thing now being coaxed out of bud is just as beautiful. Dream can’t resist it, leans up, will press his face against him through his trousers, will open his mouth and—

The Corinthian shoves his head back down.

Dream goes—allows it, strains against his want but glows under the touch—folding even further under this ghost of pressure even as his nightmares arm shakes under the strain. It’s the most of the Corinthian’s strength, it’s the least of Dream’s, it’s fingers winding into his hair to get a good grip. His nightmare shoves him to the floor, bends him right down until his face is pressing against his shoe.

It’s rough and careless, cruel…

Interesting

The sensation of yielding one of self-control, of power held tightly so Dream doesn’t crush him. Dream has to tense into it before he can relax, has to write the calculation to get him there, has to create the ability to submit as fast as the Corinthian is demanding it.

Dream hadn’t made his spine to bend.

His nightmare thinks he’s going to fight. The grip in his hair tightens as if expecting resistance, predicting it and being proven wrong, tangling in the strands and forcing him to stay there. Dream knows the Corinthian needs a moment to savour that, to let the thrill settle, to flex the control he doesn’t know he’s been given willingly. Dream waits, knows instructions are coming, knows soon he’ll be able to have what he wants.

“Lick it.”

The Corinthian is expecting to be refused.

Dream smirks, pleased to prove him wrong yet again, opens his mouth and laves that shoe with his tongue, long licks without embarrassment. He realises too late he might have misunderstood; the Corinthian may have wanted to see shyness, to see Dream hesitate before the fall, but if he wants that he’ll have to ask for it. Dream doesn’t do anything by half measures. He's eager because he wants to be, just as he’s here because he wants to be, and so Dream doesn’t hesitate and he doesn’t stop.

The Corinthian recovers faster this time; laughs, breathless, enjoys it for a few more moments and then yanks Dream’s head back up.

“Oh you are a slut aren’t you?” He croons, getting comfortable, relaxing into accepting that he is really having this without needing to lose a fight he’s started with himself. It’s lovely to watch, Dream is patient with his prey, knows soon he can go in for the kill. “My very own little plaything.”

Dream’s never been anyone’s toy before.

He thinks he can make it work for him now.

[merry-andrews]

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