Corny/Nephamael

Good Enough

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Under your spell again

I can't say no to you

Corny stared up at Nephamael in rapt worship, from his place on the floor. The stone was cold on his knees, but all he could do was sit there, staring up at his master, bending to his every whim.

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand

I can't say no to you

Nephamael's sharpened nails raked across the smooth pale skin of Corny's chest like thorns, and Corny gasped in twisted ecstasy.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly

"Hurt me." Corny breathed into their kiss, and without warning, Nephamael bit down on his lip, and they both tasted the salty tang of blood. Corny whimpered, and leaned into the scraping of thorns all over his body. Nephamael showed his pointed teeth in a sadistic smile before nipping roughly at the sensitive area on Corny's neck. Corny screamed.

Now I can't let go of this dream

Corny smiled absently at Kaye, his gaze seeing nothing but memories. Red scratches covered his arms, and his jacket lay discarded next to him on the ground.

"What happened to you?" she asked, eyes tracing the angry lines.

"Well, obviously I got inside the cloak."

"What a euphemism. Did he hurt you?" she reached out gently, and stroked one of the longest scratches. He had to suppress the desire of someone else's hands stroking his scratches in that way. Someone with long, pointed nails…

"No more than I wanted him to."

I can't breathe but I feel

Their kiss lasted an eternity, and Corny felt himself growing dizzy from lack of air. His tongue met Nephamael's in a heady rush, just as his last article of clothing was removed, and the older man forced his way inside his toy. The painful pleasure ripped its way through him, and Nephamael deepened their kiss at the moment Corny was about to gasp. His head whirled, and fog consumed the edge of his eyesight. All he could do was feel, and listen to his heart rate grow frantic just before he faded into the blackness.

Good enough

I feel good enough for you.

He would prove himself worthy of his master's touch.

Drink up sweet decadence

I can't say no to you

And I've completely lost myself

And I don't mind

I can't say no to you

Another black grape passed over Corny's lips, and he felt the brief brush of Nephamael's fingers against his lips. Juice burst forth from the grape in his mouth, tart and sickly sweet. He knew Roiben was being tortured, whipped, less than ten feet before him, but…those grapes…

"You missed a few baubles." Nephamael said with a smile sweet enough to break Corny's heart. "Pick them up…with your teeth."

Anything for his master. Anything for Nephamael.

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely

Now I can't let go of this dream

I can't believe that I feel

Good enough

I feel good enough

What had Corny ever done in his life to be graced with such pleasures that Nephamael gave him? Could there be anything in the world better, sweeter, more tormenting than Nephamael?

It's been such a long time coming but I feel good

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall

Pour real life down on me

Cause I can't hold onto anything this good

Enough

How long before Nephamael vanished into the darkness like a wisp of smoke, slipping from Corny's longing grasp?

Am I good enough for you

To love me too?

Corny didn't know he was a pawn in Nephamael's game. All he knew was how much he wanted, needed to feel that touch one more time.

So take care what you ask of me

Cause I can't say no.

Another painful embrace in the dark…