#outsiderxcorvo

Prompt: You always deserve my undivided attention.

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Corvo double checked the lock on the bathroom door, peeled off his clothes, poured the last bucket of hot water into the bathtub, stepped in and sank down up to his shoulders. He lay his head back against the wall.

Gradually, the chill of the night left him, the ache in his shoulder from fumbling his grip on the balcony across from the Boyle estate began to ease, and the night suddenly stole into the room, turning everything to cool black.

Corvo winced as the violet light bloomed in the corner and with it, the Outsider, unfolding from the shadows like a strange flower. His feet floated just off the ground. His head tilted to the side and his strange dark eyes slowly blinked. The dark, salt scent of the sea filled the room, the faint crash of waves and whale song.

“I suppose time to myself is going to be in short supply,” Corvo murmured.

“You always deserve my undivided attention, Corvo. Especially with how the tide is turning. The Lord Regent turned out, Sokolov brought around to your cause, and now Esme Boyle on a ship heading for Karnaca. You’re taking your enemies down one-by-one without ever striking a single blow.”

During his speech, the Outsider had drifted closer and now he knelt on the air, just next to the bathtub, peering down into the shadow-black water. “This has cooled.” The Outsider dipped his hand into the water, pale fingers disappearing beneath the surface. The water grew warm. The Outsider drew patterns in the water and Corvo watched as it followed his fingers, even chasing after them as he withdrew them, raised them to his mouth, pressed the tips to his lips.

“I do look forward to seeing how the rest of the them fall.”

The overhead light flared and Corvo was, if not alone, given the illusion of such….

They’re fucking in Daud’s bed when the Outsider appears.

“I have to say, it has been a most unexpected ending. Or is it a beginning?”

Corvo flinches with his whole body, clenching hard around Daud’s cock. Daud, in turn, mutters a curse and holds Corvo’s hands tighter behind his back as he turns his head to glare at the black eyed bastard.

“There’s no need to stop on my account,” the Outsider says. “You know I enjoy a good show.” As if to emphasize his interest, the Outsider floats on shadows like a plush theatre chair, legs crossed, chin perched on his fist.

Daud glances from the creature floating in the dark hollows of his bedroom to Corvo, above him, flushed and looking well teased, cock flagging a little, but still leaking. His eyes are closed, his lips moving. Praying? Cursing the Outsider’s name?

Daud gives Corvo’s cock a perfunctory stroke, grinning as it makes the man twitch and moan. Months after they’ve started this dance and Daud’s still taken by surprise at his responsiveness.

“Turn around,” Daud says.

Corvo blinks at him, wariness and confusion giving way to surprise as Daud bodily lifts him, turning him until he’s facing the Outsider. Daud spits on his hand, strokes his cock and pulls Corvo back down, slipping inside him as if he’s meant to be there. The guttural groan that escapes Corvo is nearly enough to undo him but he hangs on, sets a steady, gliding pace. Daud holds Corvo’s hip with one hand, reaches around to keep stroking his cock with the other.

He watches the Outsider detaches from the shadows, pale hands reaching for Corvo and he should have known. There was something about Corvo that was fascinating. It only stood to reason the black eyed bastard would see that as well.

“Corvo.” The Outsider’s voice is crashing waves and whale song, sonorous and somber, reverberating throughout the room and rattling inside Daud’s bones.

When the Outsider’s hands touch Corvo’s face, Corvo shudders, gasps and comes over Daud’s fingers, his orgasm pulling Daud right along with him.

The room is quiet save for their harsh breathing, the tremulously whispered “Gods” that comes out of Corvo and the warmly discordant chuckle of the Outsider as he brushes his lips across Corvo’s forehead.

The Outsider runs cold fingers along Daud’s side and for a moment it feels as though they slip beneath his skin, trace the thick ropes of muscle and the fine white curve of rib bone. Daud’s softening cock twitches inside Corvo with every cool caress.

In the darkness, all that you want from me, is all I have to give

- “In the Darkness,” Dead by Sunrise

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