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[ 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?

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[ 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. ]

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[His eyes go wide and his hands grip really hard into Dorian's shoulders in surprise.

What Dorian sees: A sudden rush of blood floods from the cut, but then the wound, as expected, immediately vanishes; the blood already expelled is visible, but nothing else. If it weren't for his reaction, you'd swear nothing bad had happened.

What's really happening: The blood is just gushing, and gushing, and gushing.

Abduxel makes at first a quiet, choked noise and his face looks strained, the smugness wiped away. The next noise is a horrible gurgle and his hands come to his throat, trying to compress the cut; Dorian can't see the extra blood pumping over them, and it looks as if Abduxel-as-Dorian is holding his own perfectly intact throat. His mouth opens, trying to suck in air, and he drops to his knees, gasping and gurgling and gagging. The sounds get weaker. And then to his hands and knees, struggling, and then to his side on the floor, and he stops moving. Goes limp. Thunk. Of course, Dorian could catch him too, instead of letting him fall, but the outcome would be the same, hanging limply in his arms looking not at all injured despite his apparent death struggles.]

[ wait what.

No, seriously, what. Dorian saw the sudden rush of blood and he saw the wound heal back up, but Abduxel's grabbing at his throat like he was bleeding out. Dorian didn't know what it was like when people bled out due to neck wounds, but he certainly had seen people bleed out from neck wounds before and this was kind of looking like Abduxel was bleeding out from a neck wound. He can only stand and stare, absolutely confused, as Abduxel falls to his knees.

Thankfully, Dorian manages to catch Abduxel before he falls on the ground but wow, he certainly is sitting on the floor, holding what looks like a dead Dorian. ]

Abduxel? [ pause ] Abduxel, what the hell just happened? [ This just got a whole new level of surreal. Also, fun fact, Dorian has absolutely no idea what to do with a corpse. Really, the best thing to do would be to keep Abduxel here until he inevitably came back to life. And then, of course, he'd ask him what the hell went wrong to begin with.

The least he could do is move him somewhere comfy so that when Abduxel came back to life, he wouldn't be on the floor. Gingerly picking up the demon, Dorian halfway dropped, halfway set Abduxel down on the couch. ]

[Sometime between Dorian first lifting Abduxel and then setting him down on the couch, the more complicated perception-manipulation spell breaks as the demon falls truly unconscious.

He still looks like Dorian, but the wound suddenly re-appears. He has a huge gash in his throat, and the smaller one on his arm from earlier.

Perhaps more strikingly, there is blood fucking everywhere. Not only will Dorian suddenly see it, he'll suddenly feel it all over him.

There's blood all over Abduxel-as-Dorian's throat, chest, pants, arms, hands. There's blood all over real-Dorian's chest, arms, pants, feet, and also smeared on real-Dorian's face from earlier. There's an absolutely huge puddle of blood all over the floor where his throat was first slit, smeared by where they walked and fell, and it spreads towards all of his furniture. Now, there's blood smearing on his new couch, too.

The wound at his throat isn't still gushing, though; there's a small trickle which, before real-Dorian's eyes, stops, evidence of healing. But the demon who looks like a brutally murdered Dorian doesn't stir.]

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[ Unfortunately for Dorian, he notices the blood like instantly after he sets Abduxel on the couch. Because hello, that is blood everywhere. And, as Dorian looks down at his hands, he notices the blood on his hands as well. Fuck. Because that is pretty much the amount of blood that you'd have when someone got their throat slit. But didn't Abduxel cast that healing spell? Why was there so much blood to begin with?

Leaving Abduxel's 'corpse' on the couch, Dorian head over to the sink, washing up his hands. He'd have to clean up this. He could leave Abduxel there but if he didn't clean the blood off the hardwood floor and off that accent rug under the coffee table near the couch soon, then it'd just stick.

As he washed the blood off, Dorian let out a huffy siiiiiiigh as he head over to the supply closet and started to rummage for a mop. He had to do work. Great job dying on him, Abduxel. ]

[It takes several minutes, but suddenly there's a groan on the couch and a hoarse, quiet voice that hisses,]

Dorian, you asshole.

[ Yeah, at that time, Dorian's mopping up blood. ]

Might want to make your magic less good next time. [ because this is obviously not his fault. Obviously. ]

[He tries to laugh but it sounds more like choking. He rolls over onto his side on the couch with a groan.]

Did it really seem like a good idea? Really?

I was caught up in the moment! [ which is a terrible excuse and he knows it. ] Besides, I thought you could heal.

The moment! [He coughs, rolls off the couch onto his hands and knees, and starts to stand, shaky.]

Is that what you're into? Murdering yourself?

Obviously not! [ still cleaning up that blood. ] But again, I thought you could heal from that. It wouldn't murder me.

[Sorry if you have a rug or something, Abduxel is getting blood all over it. He sits on the floor, putting a hand on his throat, then placing his hands on the couch like he might try to use it to stand soon. Bloody handprints no big deal. He looks like himself now, horns out, shirtless and still bloody, cut on his throat and arm, the whites of his eyes black.]

It was an illusion, Dorian, I wasn't really you.

Edited 2015-05-12 03:34 (UTC)

[ He's just cleaning and nooooot looking at Abduxel at this point. ]

I know. I just...got caught up.

[He struggles to stand, gripping the couch with his bloody hands. His voice still hoarse.]

I guess I'll take that as a compliment. I like bloodplay more than most people, but slitting throats, really?

I've survived worse! [ Dorian snapped, scrubbing the floor sooo much harder. ] I thought you could also.

I'm here, aren't I? You survived it, but did you get off on it, that's what I want to know!

[He shakily walks towards Dorian, using the back of the couch to hold himself up.]

[ Setting the mop down, Dorian walked over to Abduxel, arms helping to support him. ] Oh no. We can talk about how I got off on it later, but since you've apparently lost plenty of blood already, no more for tonight.

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