The door slammed shut.
Hard.
Corvin's chest still heaved, blood on his knuckles, eyes dark and raging.
"You don't—"
Corvin pins Silas to the bed.
"—get to fucking scare me like that."
His voice wasn't raised. It didn't need to be. It was low, cracked, torn up with something wild underneath.
Silas blinked. His shirt was half open, buttons gone, lip still split from when he'd bit it too hard earlier. He was drunk—no, more like buzzing—but the world was clear enough to feel everything.
Corvin crawled over him like a shadow. Knees on either side of Silas's hips. Fingers digging into his jaw, lifting his face up.
"Say something," Corvin whispered. "Say you didn't mean to make me lose my mind. Say you weren't begging to be fucked stupid tonight."
Silas made a sound. Half a whimper, half defiance.
"I—I didn't mean—"
Corvin's mouth crashed into his again.
No warning.
Teeth. Tongue. All fire.
Silas gasped. Grabbed onto Corvin's shirt, pulled him closer. He kissed like he was starving, like Silas had been taken away from him, and now he was making sure every inch of him remembered who he belonged to.
Clothes—gone. Too fast. Corvin didn't care about buttons or seams. He ripped. Tore. Got Silas bare in seconds.
"You're mine," he growled into Silas's neck. "Say it. Call me Daddy"
Silas moaned. Tried to speak. Failed. Hands scrabbling at Corvin's back, fingernails leaving red streaks.
"Say it."
"Yours," Silas breathed, eyes half-closed. "Always, Daddy"
Corvin kissed down his chest, teeth scraping, tongue soft where it mattered. Silas arched, hips desperate. Everything throbbed, burned. Corvin suddenly sat by the bed, flipping Silas over on this lap, his butt out in air.
"You need to be punished, you ran away from home. Count while I spank you for being a naughty boy".
"One", Silas swallow feeling the sting from the way Corvin big hand just came down on his butt.
"Two...Three....four". His hands came down over and over again.
"I'm sorry , I swear. Please F**k me already", Silas pleaded desperately.
"You don't get to run from me. Ever," Corvin said. He lined up, eyes locked on Silas's face. "And you don't get to give yourself to anyone else. Whenever, I pound you real good like this. You'd call me Daddy, cause that's what I am to you."
Silas didn't speak. Just nodded. Just begged.
It hurt at first but yeah, he wanted this.
But Silas didn't want slow. Didn't want soft. He wanted to feel wrecked inside. To be grounded. And Corvin gave him that, every thrust like an apology and a claim.
"Mine," he kept saying, over and over. Into Silas's skin, against his lips, in his ear.
Silas cried out, legs wrapped tight around Corvin's waist.
"Don't stop, Daddy" he gasped. "Don't—fuck—don't stop. Please, don't. I promise to be a good boy"
And Corvin didn't. Not until they were both wrecked. Shaking. Covered in sweat and tears and heat.
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The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Corvin lay next to him, one arm flung over Silas's waist, still trying to catch his breath. His face was calm, but his hand gripped Silas too tightly to be relaxed.
Silas stared at the ceiling. Chest rising. Falling.
Then, he whispered, "I saw her."
Corvin didn't speak.
"My mom. Maria. In my head. Just flashes. A smile. Her hand in mine. Blood."
Corvin's fingers twitched.
Silas turned on his side, looked at him.
"Why do I look like her?"
Corvin still didn't answer.
"Victor said you were in love with her. That you were a mess when she died."
Corvin sat up. Slow. Turned away.
"Is that why you took me in? Guilt?"
Silas's voice broke.
"You saw her in me. That's why you kept me, right?"
Silence.
Then Corvin stood. Walked to the window. The lights of the city made shadows on his bare skin.
"You want the truth?"
Silas nodded. Swallowed.
Corvin turned. His eyes were glassy. Fierce.
"I was in love with her."
Silas's stomach dropped.
Corvin walked back to him. Sat on the edge of the bed. Reached for Silas's hand.
"And now... I'm in love with you."
Silas didn't breathe.
The world tilted.
Everything changed. His late Mom ex lover was in love with him.