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Our Desires♪

The Corinthian x Reader

AN: I haven't written fanfic in over 8 years. I binged The Sandman a few days ago and I'm obsessed. I used a character I've been writing for a short story as the backstory for the reader.

This is porn with plot. Contains voyarism, dub con kissing, mouth eyes, daddy issues, little bit of mind control... Maybe?, no actual smut! I was too shy to actually write it but if people want it I might amend the fic. This is fluff with some allusions to smut.

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You pace your apartment attempting to make sure you had the perfect place for a seance. You throw a black t-shirt over your sports bra and tug on some jeans as you clear off your junk table. Though normal people would call it a kitchen table. But of course, you are not a normal person in the covential sense at all. Lethe is what people called you Millenia ago, you dwelled in a river in the Underworld and souls would drink of you to forget.

Though years later, the Underworld fell into disrepair, as gods died and were reborn over and over you decided to step into the sun. There you were discovered by your father, and you lived a long and happy time in his realm until you grew bored. Like a flowing river you let your heart carry you elsewhere.

But that was a long long time ago. Today is March 15, modern mortals called this day The Ides of March, this was the day you and your brother would always meet by the River Styx. You'd talk for days, sometimes even months before you would return to the surface and continue your life. However, this year the gates of the Underworld were locked and they refused to open for you. So, you must resort to an old friend called Madilane. If you couldn't go to your brother, you would bring him to you.

You grabbed a hair tie to fix your hair when you smelt thick smoke coming from the kitchen.

"Shit!" You hiss as you rush into the room, one hand clutching a half formed ponytail and the other turning off the burner. You lift the pan, obviously brand new with the tag still hanging on the handle. You place it on a towel next to a cookbook. You of course don't eat, but it is only hostly to prepare something for a guest... Even if they too do not eat. As you took care of the kitchen situation you finally heard a knock on the door.

"Come in Madilane!" You called without thinking, "The doors unlocked!" You look down to notice that some of the burnt sauce spilt on your jeans, "Shit." You mumble as you return to your bedroom. How rude not to greet a guest in the doorway, you tell yourself, but you hear the door open and Madilane enter.

"Sorry Mads!" You call to her tripping over the junk chair in your room, "I'm just changing! Be out in a minute!" The footsteps in the enterance were hesitant, slow and quiet. You kick off your jeans and toss them in the pile of your other discarded things. Madilane didn't answer but you didn't expect her to, she is a woman who seldom speaks.

"I only have sweats, love. I hope this is ok!" You say a bit embarrassed as you throw them on and come back out, "I'm afraid my seance attire is at the dry cleaners." You laugh as you turn the corner and your eyes land upon a figure who is clearly not Madilane.

Your blood runs cold as you see a blond man sitting at your junk table facing away from you. He wore a light tanned suit and lounged in your chair like he was in his apartment.

"Interesting." His said, his voice like velvet, "It seems I have the wrong address..." He mused, holding up a slip of paper between his fingers like a cigarette.

"Get out of my house." You say, shocked by your own sudden forcefulness. He turns around to face you and you stare into his dark, round sunglasses. He has a look of surprise before his lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Getty?" He said standing up quickly.

Getty, a shortening to your more modern epiphet Forget.

"The Corinthian." You respond, swallowing hard but trying to hide it.

"Isn't this a stroke of luck? I haven't seen you in what? 300 years?" He takes a step forward and you take a step back, "What if it's not luck. Maybe your ol' Uncle Destiny is at work here?" His smirk returns, he's toying with you like prey.

"I said, get out of my house." You repeat, trying to keep firm.

"Oh Getty, don't be that way. We have so much catching up to do." His hand went into his jacket and removed a thin dagger.

"You can't hurt me." You say assuredly, "You're just a dream." Your eyes glance over to an old clay pot on your counter, hidden behind mail and random knickknacks.

"Oh you'd be surprised how much I've changed since my time in The Waking World-"

You lunge for the pot but The Corinthian grabs the back of your neck and pins you against the counter roughly. You struggle for a moment but you quickly realize the futility.

"Hmm..." He muses, "With a reaction like that, I think there is a possibility that I could hurt you." He said tightening his grip as he leans forward and retrieves the clay pot. He examines it, tosses it up and catches it again.

"Did you think your waters could make me forget?" He tuts at you as he releases his grip. You spin around with your back against the counter, watching him carefully. He watches you as well as he removes the lid of the vessel and drinks its contents hungerly.

"Aah!" He sighs as he finishes the liquid and licks his lips. You look away quickly when he turns his attention back to you, "The taste of home." You hear him toss the pot onto the couch but your eyes are focused on your socks.

"What do you want?" You finally ask, meaker then you were before.

"Weren't you listening?" He says in a faux exasperated tone, "I didn't mean to come here. This was chance, us meeting today." He mused as he looked around, admiring your apartment, "I have no plans for what happens next..." He put his thumb on his chin, "Maybe we'll go to a cafe and eat soup while discussing our mutual distaste for your father." He said innocently before laughing and taking a step forward, "or maybe I'll cut you up and send the pieces to your father bit by bit."

You gripped the edge of the counter. He approaches you boldly. One hand cups your cheek and the other plays with his knife absent-mindedly. You watch yourself in the reflection of his glasses.

"I think you'll need a bigger knife, unless you want to be at it all day." You say dryly as he gives a small laugh in response. He opens his mouth to say something but he is interrupted by a third voice in the room.

"Oh deary me? What have I stumbled in on?" A dark, warm voice asked. You and your intruder both turned to a red velvet chair that has suddenly appeared in your livingroom. Sitting upon it was an androgynous blonde in a tight black costume with politician's wife earrings and dark red lips.

"Who are-" Corinthian stepped away from you.

"Desire." You cut off the Nightmare and tighten your jaw.

"Oh! Forget The Forgetten," They teased, "Don't be so hostile, can't I come visit my favourite niece?" They stood and moved like a predator stalking their prey, "and on the day of our anniversary." They reached out and stopped just short of your cheek when Corinthian had just touched.

"Hmm," you mused, looking into their golden eyes, "Yes, and that day is the reason you cannot touch me... Uncle." Your voice dripped with venom.

"I am your Uncle, little one. You can trust me." Their voice echos in your memory.

"Oh, don't tell me you're still upset, Little Brutus-"

"-Do not call me that." You asserted, nearly stamping your foot like a toddler.

"Hmm." The Corinthian smirked again. You turned, nearly forgetting he was there, "How interesting."

You swallowed again.

"What do you want, Uncle." You said taking a step forward making them take a big step back. They smirked at this and threw their hands up.

"What ever could I do?" They said in false-surrender, "The last time I tried to have fun with you I got in big trouble, didn't I?" Their voice turned much more tense and their gaze startled you, "I only stumbled in on my favourite niece alone in her apartment with her father's rogue nightmare. And in an embrace no less!" Desire let out an exaggerated laugh.

"I'm confused?" You frown at them, "You mean to vex my father, with what? A rumor?" You let out a small laugh, "If only we all had your amount of free time, Desire." You shake your head but they just continue to look at you with their gold eyes and cruel smirk. You let out another laugh and ready to take another step towards them when something grabs your arm.

You turn to see your reflection in The Corinthian's dark sunglasses, you pause a moment confused.

"I- I don't get it." You stammer, "Are you working together?" You look down at the knife in Corinthian's free hand but he drops it and instead catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You are now at a loss for words at you stare at yourself in the reflection.

"I..." He begins, "I... desire you." He says. You tense up, your mouth goes dry. You hear Desire laugh like a banshee as they fall back into their red lounger.

"Enough, Desire." You say firmly, "I get it. Now let him go." You voice falters a bit at the end and Desire continues to cackle.

"But I'm not controling him! I'm just unshakling him and letting him give in to his desires, little dove." Desire nearly growls from the chair.

Corinthian leans in to kiss you. You pull away quickly and look at him perturbed. He kisses you again and again you recoil. H kisses your cheek softly, then he trails kisses down your jaw until he reaches your neck.

"Stop." You whimper, trying to push him away but as he starts kissing your neck more passionately he holds you tight against him, "Cor-" he catches your mouth with his and kisses you deeply. Your hands clutch his white t-shirt and you feel yourself overcome by fear, confusion and... excitement? In all your time in the human world you've never sampled the mortal passtime of love and the process of making it. Your body responds without knowledge of what you're doing. He pulls away but you pull him back. You kiss as if you're both starving beasts that crave each other. His left hand glides under your shirt and his right wraps around your waist and pulls you as close as possible. Your hands twisted into his blonde hair and the smallest moan escaped you.

Desire snaps their slender fingers.

Suddenly you are standing there dazed, cold and wanton. Corinthian has retreated two feet away and you brace yourself against the counter. You watch him wipe his mouth and lick his lips in confusion. Desire's laugher draws your attention back to their red chair which they stretch out in languidly.

"That was fun," They insist, "Dream will squirm when I tell him about this." Desire writhed with glee in the wingback chair, "Hell, he's be furious when he finds out I even came within six feet of his little river, won't he?"

You can't bring yourself to look at either of your intruders, your eyes are glued to the kitchen tiles.

"Don't look so glum, Brutus." Desire was suddenly leaning on the counter next to you, "Come on, I didn't even have to urge you. You were so ready and willing, you little slut." They purred as you both look over at The Corinthian who turns away. Desire sighs dramatically.

"Fine I got what I came for and pillow talk does bore me." Desire mimes pinching your cheek and blows a kiss before fading away into a pink, perfumed cloud, "Toodles."

The apartment fills with silence, a fog of awkward tension hangs between you. A knock at the door finally snaps you back to reality as you jump and you quickly rush past him to the door. You crack it open half way and see the elderly Madilane waiting.

"Oh! Madilane!" You shake away the daze and rub the bridge of your nose, "Sorry, something's come up. We'll have to do this another time."

The old woman looked up at you with vacant eyes. You sigh and step away from the door to grab a pouch from the mantle. Digging through you remove 10 different coloured coins and deposit them in the old woman's hands. She gives a crooked smile and nods her head as she walked off down the hall jingling her coins as she went.

You close the door quickly and take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," You search for the words, stammering as your brain churns in embarrassment and guilt, "Desire seems to relish in torturing me-" You are cut off by lips colliding with yours once again. Corinthian pins you against your front door and kisses you with more passion then before. One arm coiled around your waist and the other grabbed a fist full of your hair. Your hand searches blindly for the lock and you turn it. You push off the door and the two of you stumble kissing and moving down the hall. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to the kitchen and sits you down on the countertop. He pulls away and you open your eyes. He grabs the edge of your shirt and begins to pull it up but you stop him.

"I-" you swallow and try to slow down your thoughts, "This is you, right?" You ask him earnestly. He laughs and you see your reflection in his glasses frown.

"This is all me." He says pulling your face into another tentative kiss as if he were trying to prove it to you. He knits his eyebrows at you and kisses you again. You grab his cheeks and pull him in. The two of you return to the flow. You crash against each other like two forces of nature, you push his suit jacket off and he lifts your shirt above your head. You continue to kiss, your mouths locked together like your lives depended on it. You pull his white t-shirt off and collide, your flesh pressed against his as he lifts you again. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he stumbles around your apartment blindly looking for the bedroom.

"The sliding door on the right." You break the kiss for an instant and The Corinthian nearly growls as he claims your mouth once more. He slides open your bedroom door, nearly ripping it off its poorly installed track. He trips slightly over your junk chair and drops you down on the bed. He pulls off his belt and undoes his pants while you watch him from a reclined position. With a swift movement he swipes off your sweatpants and he mounts you on the bed. He slyly places a hand on your underwear and leaves it there, giving you a chance to command him otherwise before proceeding. You pull him closer to you, you wish to be completely cloaked in him. With a flick of his wrist he pulls off your underwear and you moan in excitement. You interlock your ankles behind his back and pull him closer but he pushes you back against the mattress. He laughs softly at your wantoness before he licks his lips and begins to probe your enterence. You gasp a little louder than you intended and you cover your mouth quickly. He laughs again, you love seeing him smile. Suddenly, as if compelled to do so, you reach up for the corner of his glasses but he catches you quickly, out of instinct. His grip tightens on your wrist and he frowns at you.

"Its- it's ok," you say breathlessly, "I know you, you don't need to hide them." You say with a earnest smile. He swallows and looks at you for a long moment before removing his sunglasses and placing them on your nightstand. Where his eyes would be are two shinning sets of white teeth. He watches your reaction carefully in silence. You pull his face down and place a delicate kiss upon his eyelid. You look at him kindly before he captures you in a kiss once more. Renewed with an increased fervor he feasts on your lips, tasting every inch of you as you fall under the spell of pure ecstasy.

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"Your desire," you sit on the bed watching him dress, "It wasn't me was it?" You pull your knees to your chest defensively, afraid of what the answer will be.

"What do you mean?" He exhaled like he was amused by the question.

"The desire that you succumbed to..." You looked away, embarrassed to be asking, "It wasn't me. You desired to spite my father."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" He inquires as he retrieves his glasses from the side table. You look away silently.

"Can't it be both?" His attention is focused on turning over his glasses in his hands, "I wanted you and pissing off Morpheus is a nice... Side benefit."

"I suppose." You look up at him and look away again. He comes closer and takes a lock of your hair and twists it around his finger.

"Did it feel like I didn't desire you?" His tongue peaked out and licked his lips. You blush bright pink and go to look away but he catches your chin and looks at you intently.

"...No." You finally said, barely a whisper. His thumb strokes your jaw and you smile. He swoops down and kisses you gently, "The next time you come," you take his hand and examine his palm, "Uh! Over. The next time you come over that is..."

"I'll try not to threaten you." He snorted as he pulls you up into another long passionate kiss, "But no promises."

You blush again, gosh you must look like a school girl.

"I look forward to it." You smile coyly.

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