tampered | Log; Complete

Log; Complete

When; Feb. 2 (night)
Rating; PG-13 (language and bloods)
Characters; Boy Blue

playstheblues, the Corinthian

bitingnightmare
Summary; The bluebird gets stood up by a nightmare who's down for the count.
Log;

That was the Corinthian's mistake. He'd managed to stumble back to the studio, where he wouldn't be found by anyone save for a single individual, but that golden boy had a gig tonight. He was sure that Blue was none the wiser about his injuries, and he was sure he could fix it before Lux's opening. The nightmare had been dead wrong. Not long after he'd promised to meet Blue at the piano bar he'd taken to lying down on the (immaculately clean) floor. It wasn't a matter of strength, Cori had a lot of that, Cori had a lot of will, but his corporeal form was rebelling against him. The burn to his side, the patch of glass covering his ribs, had reached his liver, damaging it beyond medical repair. He couldn't die from it, hardly, but he couldn't function with it either.

The Corinthian cursed Tony Foster's name, not for the powershot or the patches of glass on his hand and face, or even for the reaction to October. He cursed his name for delaying his date with Blue, then closed his eyes.

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Blue wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he didn't like that Tony had hurt Cori, not when he never felt violence was the first step in resolving anything. But Cori's vagueness was bothering him.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against the nightmare's whole skin, over one eye.

"Tell me what happened, Cori. Please."

Cori held Blue to him, encouraged by the kiss and also humbled by it. He was a good musician, a good soldier, and his golden boy. He turned his face downward, to partially hide his expression, so he wouldn't have to see Blue's.

"I fucked Lee, Blue, back in October. He wasn't doing too well with Tony, so I took advantage of it. I wanted it."

Blue did the math in his head, added the dates. John left. Cori had been alone. Did that make it okay? Probably not. The young-seeming fable's moral compass has always been head on direct. But it took two people to fuck, to sleep together, unless rape was involved, and from the sound of it, there wasn't.

Besides, it wasn't Blue's place to judge, or to be jealous, and he wasn't. He had been on the Farm back then, not even remotely aware of this place.

"How did he find out?" Blue asked, his fingers still on the nightmare's cheek, stroking slightly.

"Lee told him. It was my idea," the idiot. It took two to make a retarded decision like that one too, even if Cori still felt the truth was better than nothing at all. But he was above taking Lee down with him, it seemed like the actor had already hit rock bottom anyway. The nightmare had it coming, but the confrontation he had craved from the very beginning came a few months too late. He didn't protest the touch to his cheek.

Blue nodded, even though Cori couldn't see him.

"You're right. He probably shouldn't have done it, but he should have told him earlier. After it happened." He touched the nightmare again, his fingers cold and dry. "Cori."

He said the other man's name, and then whispered, "Will you look at me? Please?"

"I wanted Tony to blow a fucking gasket," he muttered, admitting to his old intentions. They were gone now, but Cori had initiated that night, he enabled it out of carelessness for himself and others, and the Corinthian never forgot. "He finally did it," he added with a slight hint of bitter humor.

The nightmare shifted, to look at the blond in his vibrant blue eyes.

Blue had never been afraid of Cori's eyes, and he certainly wasn't going to start shying away from looking at them tonight. He kept his gaze on them and smiled. "You're an idiot."

He leaned down and gave him a kiss. "A huge idiot. Do you want me to talk to Tony?"

He recalled Tony's words: If I fuck Blue, are you gonna shrug that off?

All that really came to mind now was his assured thought that he could shrug it off if Blue was on top. Even in tougher times the Corinthian's humor was in bad taste. It simply proved the musician's statement. He pursed his lips when theirs met.

"Thanks," Cori huffed, "I don't know."

Blue wouldn't ever have sex with anyone else as long as he was in a relationship - that was a given. He didn't want anyone else. Although if questioned he could admit who he thought was cute.

He pressed his fingers against Cori's hair. "Do you want to go home, or stay here?"

Cori was always interested in hearing who Blue thought was cute... just to prove he could pull it off twice as good. The same applied to sex, even if Blue was one to refuse it. Cori always felt a need to prove himself the better man, better for Blue. The nightmare shook his head under the blond's fingers.

"I don't know," he admitted, but not out of some sense of loss or confusion, "Custer and Cassidy might be there."

Two yahoos for which he didn't have the energy to hold up a front. There was the studio though, complete with the stain of bile and a little bit of blood he'd left on the floor. He still had copper drying on his skin from Blue's blades, and would need a shower to get it off unless he wanted to look like he'd committed a crime.

Blue watched Cori and smiled, petting his hair fondly. "I'll take you to my place. If you're willing to squeeze into my tight bed," he remarked with a grin.

He didn't want to admit how scared he was, and he hoped it didn't show. He was terrified, with Cori in pain the way he was, with him hurt, of leaving the nightmare alone.

"I can do that... Can I shower there," he asked, knowing that apartment was shared even though each room had its respective resident. It reminded the nightmare why he considered finding a new place for Blue, just for Blue and himself.

After another silent moment he kissed the musician's stomach. "I'm sorry."

Blue nodded, helping him sit up a bit. "Yeah, that's fine. You can see the nursery that Fly and I built." He paused. "No. We can't deflower it."

He snickered a bit, then gave the nightmare another kiss. "You can hear me play another time. I promise." He flicked a stray hair away. "You want to walk or take the cloak?"

"I wasn't thinking that at all," he shook his head with a faint smirk, honestly. He was a deviant, a loverat, and a bit of a pervert, but the Corinthian wasn't that depraved.

"All right," Cori nodded then tipped his chin up thoughtfully. Walking would take work, work he felt he couldn't handle right now without pushing it and making an ass of himself by telling Blue he was okay. That damn cloak would have to do. "One ticket, magic cape," he said, feigning defeat.

"You got it."

He gave a slight smile, and then they were home, in his bathroom. He looked around and turned the water on, letting the water heat up, then handed Cori a towel from the towel rack.

"I have to go check on things."

He was lucky enough they arrived in one piece. Cori always did think teleportation by an independent magical device was iffy. Still, he appreciated the quick ride and slowly stripped out of his clothes, sore. The nightmare nodded to the fable, accepting the towel.

"Thanks," Cori said as he climbed into the warm shower, letting the water wash his blood away.

He came back after putting his best friend in the sink and stripped, getting in the shower with Cori. "Hi." he said unceremoniously, pressing a kiss to the nightmare's healed chest.

"Are you feeling better? Less pain?"

He was unaware if Flycatcher's presence in the apartment, much less Flycatcher's presence as an amphibian. Cori didn't think twice about Blue joining him in the shower even though he shared the place with two others. Sure the nightmare shared his with a vampire and a reverend, but they were as greasy as they come. Blue's two redheads for room mates appeared to have standards.

"I'm still sore, but better," Cori replied as he reached out to brush his fingers along Blue's damp hair.

Blue smiled up. "Good." He pressed a soft kiss against the new skin. "I can play you your own private concert."

He knew that the nightmare felt bad that he had missed the concert at Lux, but it wasn't that important. He grabbed a bar of soap and cleaned the nightmare's torso, free of sand and blood.

"Don't scare me like that again, please."

"I'd like that," the Corinthian gave Blue a genuine smile.

His hands covered the other's, working together to lather the soap along his body. The water that swirled down the drain gradually shifted from a dirty orange-red with a few grains of sand to clear. The heat against his back relaxed him.

"I wanted to come. I didn't want you to worry," and it was his fight to face.

He watched the water change colors, the anxiety in his stomach washing away with it. He pressed his head into Cori's shoulder. "If you're hurt, I want to know. So let me know."

He took Cori carefully in his arms. "Always let me know."

He draped an arm around Blue, holding him close.

"It was my mistake, my fight. I thought I could take care of it," Cori said quietly with a tone of apology to Blue. "I didn't want to spoil your night," he shook his head. More importantly, he wanted to prove he could handle things himself, first off by owning up to his mistake... he'd proven in the past he wasn't always good at handling things alone.

Blue nodded. "I know. I'm proud you did it."

He paused. "But...you were hurt, and I didn't know, and I was worried, and I missed chords," not important, "and I just...please let me know if you're hurt. If you don't want me to fight a fight for you, I won't. But. I want to know."

He pressed himself against the other man. "You wouldn't ruin my night. I promise."

Proud? Did he really say the word proud? In all honesty and seriousness? Cori leaned forward to place a kiss to Blue's forehead, silently thankful for his words. It meant a lot to him, even if he was normally caustic, a bit of a jerk, and more often than not short on gratitude. He was never eloquent with words.

"You missed chords," the nightmare asked, feigning mild disbelief as if that was the worst part of it all. He cut his humor short and tightened his hold on the trumpeter. "I promise you too. I'll tell you."

He did, and he meant it. He knew that it had been hard, and he knew that Cori had faced it instead of running, and that was something to be proud of.

"I did! And it was awful! I've never missed the chord change in Jazz Nights in my entire life!" He made a mock sad face. "You owe me. I don't know what. But you owe me."

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