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[ Dorian has no time to react, to stop Abduxel as the demon cuts his (Dorian's? no, Abduxel's) arm. The blood running down Abduxel-as-Dorian's arm is enough to make Dorian wince a bit. It should be healing, but it isn't: yet another sign that underneath the glamor, it's still Abduxel. He still bleeds.

But the fact remains, Dorian has absolutely no idea why the hell Abduxel cut his arm like that. So, he's watching the demon with a bemused expression. ]

You know, I'm not averse to bloodplay but at least give me a warning. [ joking just to cover up the fact that why did he cut himself like that, what the hell. ]

[His eyebrows raise and he looks pleased.] Oh, you aren't? Well, music to my ears. But no, I just thought it might be interesting for you to see you but not quite so perfectly immortal. Is it?

[He laughs a little, clearly thinking of himself as clever. Maybe he's getting a little too into the Dorian role.]

[ Dorian can't help but roll his eyes, looking over at Abduxel-as-Dorian as he does so. ] I'm more interested as to why a demon carries a knife with him. Worried about getting mugged any time soon?

[ it's all sarcasm from Dorian's end, mostly to cover up the fact that whoa, the fact that Abduxel is still bleeding kind of wigs him out a bit. ]

[Abduxel would be delighted to know that it wigs him out; that's why he did it, after all.]

Demonic rituals require a fresh blood source. Very fresh. I'll need to make another one for the spell.

[He twirls the knife, holding it up with the same arm that still trickles blood.]

And it's a nice knife. Look, it's so beautiful.

It is a nice knife, [ he has to admit. Because yeah, it's a nice knife. And Abduxel is still bleeding. ]

Look, do you want me to get you a bandage? Bloodstains are a bitch to get out of wood, after all.

Dorian.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

[He's smiling a very Abduxel-smile despite his Dorian-face. Never breaking eye-contact, he smears the blood with his other hand, which reveals the wound to still be open - not that Dorian didn't know that, but now he can really see.]

No. [ yes ] I simply don't want to clean up after you. [ which is a GODDAMN LIE ]

I'm not making a mess.

[He approaches real-Dorian after slipping his bloody knife into his own PJs carelessly. Puts a hand on the side of his face - the one with the cut on his forearm; not the hand that's all bloody - still smirking.]

What's the matter?

Nothing. [ lying. ] It's just...look, you're still bleeding, can't you put a plaster on it or something?

I don't need a plaster. Let me fix it for you, Dorian. I need to improve the glamour anyway, because right now -

[He grabs hold of Dorian's hand and brings it to his own face. Faux-Dorian's beautiful face starts to vanish in patchy holes where his skin makes contact, like thin paper being burnt away, to reveal Abduxel's darker, warmer skintone underneath.]

- it isn't the most tangible.

[Unless Dorian puts up a fight, Abduxel will give him a little cut on the palm he holds, and chant some words - which also means that he'll get to see Faux-Dorian's eyes go creepy-demon-black for a moment.

Woosh, his eyes return to normal.

Nothing appears to change, except that faux-Dorian's skin is unbroken and there's no hint of the blood on his hand or forearm. If anyone else were to walk in, they'd still see it that way; he's only manipulating Dorian's senses, not the whole world's. Now, if Dorian touches him, the glamour won't peel away. Is creeping you out the best kind of foreplay? Abduxel's pretty sure it is.]

[ Dorian doesn't squirm and doesn't protest as Abduxel grabs his hand, moving it up to Faux-Dorian's face. And then whoooa nelly, that is weird. Dorian's eyes pretty much bug out when he sees his own skin (no, Abduxel's illusion, get it straight) burn away...and then they pretty much stay bugged out even more when Abduxel's eyes turned black.

That was...unexpected. And straight up weird. But, he didn't seen the cut or blood anymore, so Dorian visibly relaxed a little bit. ]

I'm going to have to eventually get used to that, aren't I.

Yes. It happens, when you fraternize with demons. I hope you know what you're getting into.

["Dorian" grins at Dorian, leans in close.]

Is that better?

Much, [ Dorian admitted, looking up to Abduxel. Then, leaning into the demon, he attempted to give Abduxel-as-Dorian a small kiss. ]

[The best part about this is that he's actually smearing blood all over Dorian and his clothing in the process of getting up close to him, but Dorian won't see or feel it until after Abduxel leaves, or if he drops the glamour.

He returns the kiss, and then takes both of Dorian's hands and places them on his faux-Dorian chest.]

[ Dorian's turned on by all this. Though, he can't figure out if he's turned on because he's so close to Abduxel, because he's so close to himself or if it's just because his brain and penis aren't connecting properly. Because he's turned on but still weirded out at the same time because the last time he saw his body like this it was under entirely different circumstances and Dorian is quite literally having war flashbacks. Very confusing war flashbacks.

The bodyswap episode was fun for everybody and by fun I mean nobody ended up happy.

Dorian lets Abduxel put his hands on his chest, thinking all the while. Was this really how he felt? Or was he feeling Abduxel through all this? ] Is this really me? [ he can't help but murmur, looking at his hands on "his" chest. ]

[It will only stay this surreal, as faux-Dorian answers back completely in Dorian's voice, accent and inflection on-point. Having sufficiently creeped Dorian out, he's now getting in-character. Still holding the backs of Dorian's hands, he pulls one down his stomach, smooth and perfect and slim, feeling not at all like Abduxel's body, which is instead ridged with muscle and pale raised scars. The other he pulls up his chest, up his projecting collarbone. He felt the touches himself, but also something tickled him to be instrumental in this ultimate act of pride and vanity, one of the most delicious deadly sins. In a quiet, collected, Dorian-voiced way:]

Me in all my beauty.

[ This is so weird. This is so weird. And yet, so interesting. His fingers trace over Abduxel-as-Dorian's chest, feeling every groove, every sinew, every trace of bone. It was all his. It felt like his, it felt like he was touching his own body, not Abduxel's.

He moved his hands up to Abduxel's face, touching every crease and every crevice. It was his. And he more he caressed it, the easier it was to forget the demon beneath. ]

A perfect specimen.

[He lets go of Dorian's hands so that the man can explore, just standing and enjoying it. He smiles and closes his eyes as his face is felt. Being touched all over like this is great.

He slides his arms around Dorian's back, runs his hands along him, encouraging.

He agrees with a cheeky smile,]

Aren't I?

Edited 2015-05-11 14:57 (UTC)

[ Dorian continues to move his hands around Abduxel, running them over the other man's body. This is just too weird. But at the same time, absolutely wonderful.

Leaning in close to Abduxel, he kissed him again, working his tongue into the demon's mouth as he worked his hands down the small of his back. ]

[Getting more active now, he slipped his Dorian-hands up real-Dorian's shirt as they kissed, pushing it up as he felt up the man's stomach and chest with one hand, the other gripping around his back. After some moments of kissing, he pulls away to try to take off Dorian's shirt, so the two of them are mirrored, identical bodies naked from the waist up.]

[ Yeah, just....staring. Lots and lots of staring. it's like he's looking in a mirror except he can touch the mirror and feel it and Dorian's still in his own body which is what matters. ]

This is still so bizarre, [ said, more to hear the sound of his own voice coming out of his own mouth than anything else. He was still himself. Something that he'd probably have to remind himself of time and time again today. ] I like it, but I can't shake just how weird this is.

[ Abduxel's glamor was working, confusing Dorian's senses. He had healed from the cut, just as Dorian himself did, like he was supposed to. Surely he could heal from other things. Dorian pushes himself closer to Abduxel, kissing the man again. As he kisses, however, he attempts to sneak his hands into Abduxel's pants pockets, trying to grab the small little ceremonial knife. ]

Bizarrely exciting? A dream come true?

[He watches Dorian's face with intense interest, a subdued smile sneaking onto his own expression, and then he's kissed. He knows Dorian is reaching for the knife, and he has no qualms with this, positioning his hips to allow easy access. He loops his arms around Dorian's neck loosely, allowing room for him to move, to do whatever he's intending to do.]

Edited (what's with my verb tenses) 2015-05-11 18:02 (UTC)

A dream that I didn't know I had in the first place, [ Dorian mused, as he pulled out Abduxel's knife from the demon's pocket. Taking it out, he held it up to Abduxel's neck, knife touching the vein that bulged out. Dorian knew that he would be able to survive a slice to the neck. So, at least in his mind, Abduxel should be able to survive it as well, as long as he was like this.

But despite the fact that he was certain Abduxel could survive it, he probably wasn't used to having a knife so close to his throat to begin with. And if he wanted to play at being Dorian Gray, he needed to act the part no matter what hurdles were thrown at him. Dorian still held the knife up to his neck, hoping to make the tiniest pinprick, as his other hand snaked around Abduxel's waist, trying to keep the demon close to him.

MIGHT WANNA MAKE THE GLAMOURS A BIT LESS GOOD NEXT TIME, BUDDY. ]

[Abduxel's eyes flick down, betraying his surprise. He tries to keep his expression level, but his breath hitches. The pinprick briefly trickles, and then disappears; not a perfect imitation, it's almost too sudden, but it happens. His hands move to the front of Dorian's shoulders and he grips him lightly, stares him in the eye, nerves alight with uncertain anticipation. He considers stopping him now, unsure what to expect... But he doesn't. He waits, smiles a little. Whatever Dorian does, he'll survive, but it might not be pretty.]

[ Dorian can't help but smirk a little bit as Abduxel pauses, obviously uncertain, obviously waiting to see what he would do. He holds the pose for another few moments, knife dangerously close to Abduxel's neck, smirking still. ]

What's the matter, "Dorian?" [ Dorian remarked in a teasing voice, smirk still planted on his face. In one swift motion, Dorian sliced Abduxel's neck, knife cutting into his throat. And yet, he's still joking, still obviously unaware that he literally just sliced Abduxel's neck. ] You'll heal from this, there's no need to act so skittish.

[ Still holding the knife, Dorian lightly set it down on a nearby table. He'd have to wipe that down later. ]

Edited 2015-05-12 01:57 (UTC)

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i keep accidentally going to my own icon page and getting confused because i'm smart

a+ job

i fucking almost did it again. almost.

SUPERSTAR

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on mobile cannot get Dorian icon

np, np

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THIS IS GONNA BE A TRAINWRECK