tampered | Log; complete

Log; complete

When; April 10th, morning
Rating; PG-13 for violence and Cori's mouth
Characters; The Corinthian

playstheblues
Summary; Blue and Cori need to get some excercise in;
Log;

Blue was stretching. It was a vital and key role in him not getting tight or injuring himself, and one he did before any sparring session, even if in a real battle it wasn't an actual option. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, enjoying the feeling of his muscles expanding.

He looked over at the white nightmare who was casually smoking next to the Vespa. It would figure that he never prepared, but there were advantages to being made of sand. Blue pulled a sword out of his cloak. "Are you sure you're up for it?" he asked.

It wasn't usual that Cori asked him to spar. The nightmare was really too lazy to give much care to practicing, even though Blue did a full sword dance every morning before breakfast and sparred with others regularly. He was still sore from the previous day, a bruise against his temple evidence of sparring with Jack. Only Jack didn't care enough to go after his face. Everyone else avoided that.

He loosened up and waited for Cori.

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The fall tapped into his momentum and the edges locked onto one sword, wrenching it from his grip. Cori knew better than to hold on or attempt to reclaim it. He let it go, knowing at this proximity, and with this sudden burst of energy and movement, he wouldn't get it back. There wasn't time for a warning and the Corinthian knew Blue wouldn't want one. Without another word he lunged forward in a quick circle, the edge of his only blade arching for the neck. If it wasn't Little Boy Blue he was fighting, his combatant would be left one head shorter.

Blue raised his shield to catch the blade, his arm jarring from the impact. The pain struck him all the way to his shoulder and he remembered how difficult it was to hold that kind of position. The other shield moved fast, aimed for Cori's unprotected stomach.

Cori might have killed him, but what Cori would have done to himself wasn't an option. Blue slid down and skipped back, taking a deep breath.

The fast counterattack to his stomach struck, forcing the nightmare to the ground. He hit the grass on his knees and had no shield to guard him while regaining his balance. Cori had only one sword to provide his offense and defense. He could handle it, or so he thought. The brunt force to his torso increased the throbbing to a point where it was no longer sexual. Even the sight of blood on their skin couldn't do that. The nightmare wasn't sure what was wrong.

Nevertheless he shook his head and tried to stand again. He gestured to Blue, something akin to 'one moment' as he attempted to maintain his composure. Of course, there were no 'one moment's on a real battlefield.

Stopping wasn't an option. Blue didn't even see the gesture; in a real battlefield, that would have cost Cori his life, if he wasn't immortal. Blue was too into the movement to stop.

It was too late. The other shield was already in motion, aimed at where Cori's shoulder was, but now where Cori's head was.

Blue either hadn't seen it or was ignoring it. Fortunately Cori was still coherent enough to react accordingly. He raised his sword to block the edge of the shield from striking his face. The impact forced him back on the ground, billowing dust and dirt from underneath. He grunted from the pain running through his arms and shoulders. It was a tough fight, but the moment that had gone unnoticed would have ended his life... were he not immortal.

"... You win," groaned the Corinthian, relinquishing his grip on the sword.

Blue paused and stared, then dropped his weapons. Cori didn't give up that easily, not for something that pathetic. He scrabbled down on his knees to inspect the nightmare. "What's the matter?" He asked, worried. "You're not okay, don't lie about it."

If they needed to get home right away Blue would just transport them back, then zap back himself and get his Vespa.

The nightmare showed only superficial wounds, blood and bruising from their swordfight. The nausea he was feeling inside showed up only on his expression which twisted a bit when he tried to sit up.

"I'm not feeling good..." Cori answered, which was an understatement. Still, he tried to smile for Blue. "... Sorry."

Maybe he wasn't cut out for being his regular sparring partner after all.

Blue frowned. He felt that Cori was his perfect partner, and he wondered it was something about the way he fought. He decided that he'd let Cori ask for the next time, and just fall back to asking Prince Charming and Jack for their time.

"I'll take you home, is that okay?" He pulled the cloak from the back of the Vespa and fastened it over his shoulder. He pulled the hood over his face to hide his disappointment and his worry. "Let's go?"

"Yeah, okay, take me home," he conceded quietly, never one to give up on a fight so easily (and pathetically at that) but the Corinthian felt wrong. He couldn't explain the nausea and hoped it would simply subside with some downtime and a cigarette. "I owe you one..." Cori added with a touch to Blue's arm, nodding to him in apology.

That surprised Blue a bit, and he took Cori into his arms. "It's okay..." he said, and there was a flash, and they were on the bathroom floor in their house.

"...you don't have to." He didn't put his hood down. "Do you want me to wait to go get my Vespa and stuff? Or are you okay?"

"Go get your stuff, baby," he insisted even though he didn't think anyone would be so stupid to steal Blue's Vespa among other things! "I'll be fine, I just need to--"

The bugle boy wasn't kidding about being made of luck. They were both very fortunate that Blue had chosen to witch cloak into the bathroom. Cori immediately turned to his right, to his friend the toilet bowl, and grabbed the seat to heave over the water. They were dry at first, and for only those first few seconds, then things came out of his teeth eyes, wet and gelatinous, yellow and sack-like.

Blue stared.

He had seen Cori drunk, hungover, hating his life, but he had never seen Cori violently sick like that. He had never seen Cori vomit; especially from his eyes. He moved away from him, away from the toilet, and pulled the cloak tighter around himself. "I'll ask someone to pick it up for me, I don't want you to be sick..."

Blue leaned over, but was unsure about touching Cori. Finally he pet him on the back.

He didn't completely hear Blue throughout his fit of violent hurling. Only saliva and bile came from his regular mouth, but the things dropping from his teeth eyes kept coming. Some were attached to each other, some fell independently of their siblings. One egg sac in particular missed the toilet and fell on the floor. Without thinking, Cori pulling the flusher before the bowl could overfill with the things.

Blue didn't notice the fallen egg, and he especially didn't notice it crawling away and out of the bathroom. He was too concerned with Cori, and after a few flushes Blue went into the kitchen to a bottle of water.

He filled a bottle and brought it back, hoping that Cori had finished vomiting.

He spat a couple times, from all three mouths, to make sure that it was over--oh no false alarm. He hurled another batch into the bowl, his face wet with... whatever it was that coated the things. Cori flushed again, not wanting those things to be in his face, whatever the hell they were, but flushing them all away would prevent them from keeping a specimen to find out! Not that he cared.

The nightmare hacked and coughed, now it seemed like he was finished. He blindly reached out to Blue, or the water, or a towel, anything. This was embarrassing.

Blue was ever-ready, this time with a damp towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Here," he said, handing the damp towel first.

The smell was nasty, thick and cloying in Blue's mouth, but he ignored it. "Do you need anything else," he asked, pulling Cori's toothbrush out from the medicine cabinet and setting it on the sink.

"Thanks..." he groaned as he accepted the towel to wipe his face.

"What the hell was that," Cori asked without answering Blue's question, but he didn't think the fable could answer this one either. He gargled with the water from the bottle, and it really did bubble in all three mouths despite filling only his main one. He spat three ways into the sink.

Blue shrugged. "I have no idea," he said, then put his hood back up. "I'm going to go get the Vespa, I'll be home in about 20 minutes. Is there something you want? A new toothbrush, anything?"

He normally would have offered a kiss, but not in this case.

Cori wouldn't want him to kiss his mouth either. It was sour and distasteful, and he was slightly, just slightly embarrassed. He shook his head at Blue.

"No... I'll be right here," he tapped his finger to the sink. Literally he meant he wasn't going anywhere outside of the bathroom. Not yet.

"I'll be back soon," he said, squeezing Cori's hand before he disappeared.

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