#karnadury

Karna looks up at the ceiling and sighs dramatically because he is incapable of doing anything without drama. “Am I terrible?”

“Yes,” Duryodhan agrees with as much compassion as he can muster up -- which isn't all that much -- and doesn't look up from his laptop. It’s two in the morning, he has a seven page paper due, and he really is not in the mood for Karna’s mid-twenties existential crisis.

“It’s just -- I feel like...there’s a shadow, you know?” Well, this is new. Not their average ‘Am I trash, why am I such trash’ conversation.  “A shadow just, hovering over my shoulder and it doesn’t even have the decency to be black. It’s purple. It’s a fucking purple smoke shadow hovering over me all the damn time ever since -- And I shouldn’t even care, should I? This doesn’t really change things. I still think Arjun’s an obnoxious twat and Bheem still needs to learn that three cups of butter and sugar do not count as breakfast. All that’s really changed is that I have to cut out a chunk of my Friday night to go have dinner with them. That’s it. Right?”

Duryodhan doesn’t say anything, because he knows better. He continues to stare at his laptop and pretend that Heart of Darkness is in any way relevant to him. Who knew a book that tiny could take six hours to read? He sure fucking didn’t.

Karna continues on. “See, that’s what I thought. That nothing would really change, but Yudhishtir now wants me to pick him up after class and Nakul wants me to come to their Bharatnatyam classes, and Bheem actually gave me a laddoo from his plate the other day. Can you believe that?”

Duryodhan can’t, but he nods anyway.

“And Arjun. Fucking Arjun asked me if I could teach him how to fix the broken chair last weekend. He even listened to my instructions, man. Tell me you feel me on how weird this whole thing is.” He barrels on without waiting for Duryodhan to tell him that he does, in fact, feel him. “They’re all just so fucking earnest, is the thing. They’re all trying really hard, except maybe Sahdev, but he’s cool. I like the little squirt. So yeah, man, they’re all trying and there I am being a giant loser with my giant purple shadow and I...” Karna trails off, finally looking away from Duryodhan’s ceiling like it holds all the answers to life. Which sucks because now he’s looking at Duryodhan like he expects him to hold all the answers to life.

Like any good friend, Duryodhan breathes deeply before imparting deep wisdom. “Punch it in the face.”

There’s a moment of silence where Duryodhan wonders if that actually came out of his mouth. He rewinds the last three seconds and yep, yes, he did just say that.

Karna leans up on one elbow and gapes at him. “What.” His voice is flatter than Dhrishtadyumna's personality.

Might as well stick to his shitty advice now that it’s out there. “I think you should glare at the shadow and punch the grossness in the face.”  

Eons seem to pass between the words leaving his mouth and Karna’s frame shuddering with badly concealed laughter.

Duryodhan rolls his eyes, tossing whatever is nearest at Karna’s head. His snowglobe keychain, it turns out. Of course, well coordinated asshole that he is, Karna catches it easily, and his laughter dissipates into something softer.

“That was...actually very helpful,” he says, twirling the keychain on his finger. “Thanks.”

Duryodhan ducks behind the laptop screen and mumbles. “Don’t mention it.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing homework?” Karna asks a few moments later, sounding much closer than before. Duryodhan startles upright and finds himself staring at Karna’s waist.

“Well,” he swallows with some effort and looks up at Karna’s face, making sure to keep his eyes up there. “I would, except my tutor isn’t really being very helpful.”

“What an asshole. You should get a new one.”

“Eh.” Duryodhan shrugs. “He’s tutoring me for free, you see.”

Karna’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Free? Since when?”

Duryodhan grins. “Well, turns out, he’s actually family and thinks it’s really wrong to cheat fam --”

That's chapter 4. The first three are the other drabbles I wrote for this verse. It was bothering me that they weren't in a good location all together so it's all been put into one fic. Warning in the summary of each chapter. 

Link to Ch 4: here

I’m not kidding when I say NC-17 if you were scarred last time this is literally not for you. Like at all. 

Karna is unceremoniously dragged to and shoved onto Duryodhan’s spacious office chair the minute he steps into Duryodhan’s office to turn in his files for the week. 

"Wha—?" He’s cut off by Duryodhan’s tongue as Duryodhan clumsily steps out of his pants — which is how Karna finds out Duryodhan has been commando all day, holy shit — and straddles Karna’s thighs ."—mmph don’t mind, but —"  He tries to say when Duryodhan pulls away, but finds the rest of his words lost when Duryodhan presses down on his hardening cock. Fuck. Karna wraps one arm around Duryodhan’s back to steady himself, and also to have more of that delicious friction. His fingers slide down Duryodhan’s back and along the cleft of his ass. He brushes his fingers over Duryodhan’s hole and is met with cold silicone instead of warm skin. 

"Fuck, did you —?"

Duryodhan grins down at him,  wicked and sinful, and swivels his hips, drawing Karna’s attention to his leaking cock. “Yep. All day, babe.”

And if Karna wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. He surges up, making Duryodhan slide off him, and turns him around. He just — he just needs to see dammit. Karna presses his palm to Duryodhan’s lower back, making him bend over his desk, and crouches so he’s eye level with Duryodhan’s asshole. He reaches out and circles the rim of the buttplug, pulls it out half way, earning a desperate groan from Duryodhan. 

"So greedy," Karna tuts, pushing the plug back in with enough force that it jolts Duryodhan into the desk. 

"Yeah, so greedy, all for you, god, Karna. Just —" Duryodhan breaks off with a moan when Karna reaches over and slides open the drawer that houses the lube and condoms. He slides a finger alongside the plug, and watches as Duryodhan’s ass takes him in. 

"Just what?" he asks, trying to control his voice, a near impossibly feat when he has Duryodhan like this. "Just what?” He crooks his fingers, brushing them against the spot that makes Duryodhan keen loudly, and scramble to hold onto the edge of the best. 

"Just fuck me, you infuriating asshole.

Karna nips at Duryodhan’s neck. “Mmm, no. I don’t think you’re quite ready.”

"I am, I’m so ready, been ready for you all day, just. Please. Please please please.” 

"Well, since you said please.” Karna pulls out his fingers and the plug and places it neatly by Duryodhan’s head. He doesn’t bother taking his pants off all the way, just pushes them down to his knees, slides on the condom and lines himself up behind Duryodhan, pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. 

"You’re so gorgeous," he mutters. "Gonna fuck you, right here on your desk. Fuck you so hard," he promises, once he’s completely inside, Duryodhan’s warmth tightening around him. He kisses Duryodhan down his back. "You’re going to feel it for days. Next time you have a meeting, you’ll remember this. Remember me.”

"God, yes. Want that, want you," Duryodhan groans, head twisted back to look at Karna. He looks so debauched, it makes Karna shiver, and he kisses Duryodhan’s mouth, determined to make him look absolutely wrecked. Karna threads his finger’s through Duryodhan’s hair and pulls out almost all the way, before thrusting back in, He sets a fast pace, neither of them in the mood for slow and gentle, and fucks Duryodhan, enjoying his soft gasps and moans. 

"Gonna come," Duryodhan says, voice as light as a feather. Karna fucks Duryodhan through his orgasm, he’s so god damn close that its only a couple more thrusts before Karna is spending himself. 

He pulls out, apologizing with a kiss when Duryodhan winces. He looks too boneless to move, so Karna maneuvers them so they can both fit on the chair comfortably. 

"Damn," Duryodhan mumbles against his chest, and Karna chuckles. "Good thing everyone’s left already."

Karna glances up at the clear glass door of the office. He’d completely forgotten where they were. His mind flashes back to ‘remember me’. So perhaps not completely forgotten…

"What brought this on?" he asks, reaching for the box of tissues on Duryodhan’s desk to wipe them down.

"Hmm? Oh, your presentation. You wore that damn tie."

Karna frowned at his phone. "You're supposed to be asleep," he said disapprovingly in lieu of a greeting.