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“Boss, could I perhaps take a day off tomorrow?”
Corbeau looks up from his computer, “hm? Sure.”
“Thank you so much, sir.”
“What are you up to?”
“My childhood friend is visiting. So I’ll take her around the city for a day.”
Corbeau stops typing, “childhood friend?”
“Yes, sir. We’re just catching up, is all.”
Corbeau nods but his beady eyes stay on Philippe.
***
It’s late afternoon of the next day, Corbeau is sitting in the office alone. Just a couple of grunts accompanying him.
Corbeau looks at the time. He then stands up and walks to the elevator, “I’ll be right back.”
The grunts bow, “yessir.”
Corbeau goes up a floor, enters a dim room, and locks it. In there, he has multiple monitors of the city’s CCTV cameras. One screen is dedicated to the map of Lumiose. There’s a blinking red dot in the middle with coordinates.
Corbeau looks at one monitor to see Philippe walking with his childhood friend. The other monitors were showing recordings of their hangout a few hours ago.
He presses a button to listen in on their conversation. They’re laughing and giggling about something, they seem happy. Then Corbeau sees her hugging Philippe’s arm and leans on it.
The Rust leader grabs his phone and uses the SOS line to alert Philippe. They only ever use it when there’s an emergency, like if the other person was in danger.
Philippe’s phone buzzes. He looks at the screen and grows worried.
“Lily, I'm so sorry. I have to go, my boss needs me.”
“Aw, that's okay! Is everything alright?”
“I’m not sure. Please wait here.”
***
The elevator button dings. Philippe rushes into their office only to see Corbeau sitting calmly on their long couch. He ran to his superior right away, anxious.
“Boss, a-are you okay? Is something wrong?”
Corbeau takes a deep breath, “yes. Something is deeply wrong. Come here.”
Philippe slowly approaches Corbeau, nervous. The air grows cold and tense.
Corbeau taps the spot beside him, “sit down.”
Philippe does just that.
“Having fun on your little date, Philippe?”
“It wasn't a date.”
“Really? Ferris wheel, sharing crepes, cherry blossom park. Don't lie to me.”
“Wha– were you spying on me?”
Corbeau quickly turns to sit on top of Philippe's lap, straddling him. He grabbed his chin roughly, cupping his jaw. He was close enough that Philippe could feel his warm breath. Corbeau speaks through gritted teeth.
“No shit I was, are you doing this on purpose? To tease me? Piss me off?”
“N-no of course not sir.”
“I want you to call me by my name, just like you did hers.”
“Yes s–Corbeau.”
“And you will call me that whenever we’re alone, right?”
“I will.”
Corbeau calms down a bit and his eyes soften. Then he pouts as he plays with Philippe's tie.
“What do you see in her that I don't have anyway? Is it her beauty? Intelligence? Talent? I have all of that and more, Philippe…”
“It's not like that with her, I promise…”
“Okay, I believe you.”
Corbeau’s eyes turn colder. He speaks slowly, almost alluring in a way.
“My dear, beloved Philippe, if you ever look at someone else again, I will slice their eyes with a razor. If you hold another person’s hand, I will cut their fingers off one by one. If you kiss someone else, I will sew their mouth shut like a doll. You are mine, and only mine. And as for your precious childhood friend, who lives in Paldea. Cascarrafa city. The house with teal roof, just by the river bank. A water type user.”
Philippe’s expression is filled with dread.
“If I ever see you frolicking with her again, she will join the fishes.”
Corbeau caressed Philippe's face gently, tracing the spikes on his cheek, “Understand?”
“Understood.”
The smaller man smiles, “good boy.”
Corbeau reaches into Philippe's jacket pocket and grabs his phone. He types in the password casually. He searches her name in the contacts and turns the phone to Philippe. “Tell her then.”
Philippe presses the call button and waits for it to ring.
She answers: [ hey! Is everything okay? ]
“Yes I’m fine, I just need to tell you something.”
[ What is it? ]
Corbeau’s sharp, golden eyes are on Philippe, glowering. He leans onto Philippe's shoulder, listening very closely to their conversation.
“I can't see you anymore. Please don't come back.”
[ What? Did I say something wrong? ]
“Goodbye Lily.”
He hangs up and blocks her number.
Corbeau whispers to Philippe's ear, “do I have all your attention now?”
“I’m all yours.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yes I do.”
“I want you to say it.”
“I love you Corbeau.”
“Then kiss me.”
Philippe hesitates. Then he gives Corbeau a soft peck on the lips.
“Like you mean it.”
Philippe kisses him again, with more passion this time and also desperation. Philippe parts his lips to let Corbeau’s split tongue enters. He grabs both sides of Corbeau's face to push in deeper. The shorter man wraps his arms around Philippe’s neck as the bigger man travels his hands to Corbeau's back and slim waist. They both let out a soft whine, low enough only for them to hear.
When they break the kiss, Corbeau smirks as Philippe tries to catch his breath.
“I love you too, Philippe.”