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[brushoff]

"Hello. This is Dorian Gray's cellphone. I can't talk right now. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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[ certain threads in this post contain nsfw content (sex, blood, violence, etc.) so, you know, don't read them where Gramma can look over your shoulder. just kind of a blanket trigger warning for gore & body horror as well ]

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[abduxel]

[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.]

[brushoff]

[ 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. ]

[abduxel]

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

Dorian, you asshole.

[brushoff]

[ 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. ]

[abduxel]

[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?

[brushoff]

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

[abduxel]

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?

[brushoff]

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

[abduxel]

[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.

[brushoff]

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

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

[abduxel]

[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?

[brushoff]

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

[abduxel]

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.]

[brushoff]

[ 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.

[abduxel]

[He starts to laugh, slides his arms around Dorian as the help is offered, pulling him close with more strength than seems appropriate for someone who is struggling to walk. The whites of his eyes are still black, his voice still hoarse.]

Dorian, that's so twisted.

[brushoff]

I've dated vampires, serial killers, and Hisoka. My taste is twisted to begin with.

[abduxel]

And demons, too, if you could call this a date. [He slings his arms around Dorian's neck now, but begins to hold more of his own weight. He still has a nasty open wound across his throat, though.]

No wonder you sold your soul, you disgusting immortal. [He says it fondly, not harshly.] Just kiss me, you owe me after that.

[brushoff]

I sold my soul because I didn't want to give up this, [ he said, idly gesturing to his face with one hand, while the other arm wrapped around Abduxel. ]

The disgusting immortal part is just an added bonus. [ Leaning in towards Abduxel, he gently kissed the man on the lips. After all, he had no idea just how woozy and how drained of blood this demon was. It was safer to take it slower. ]

[abduxel]

[He bites Dorian's lip during that little kiss. He's woozy and he has a headache, but he's still himself.]

It's no wonder this happened. I was doing something nice. Demons shouldn't be nice. Well, that's the last time I indulge you, from now on I'm just using your body as I see fit.

[brushoff]

Fine with me, [ said with a little shrug. ] Besides, I think that it's time I indulge you instead. After all, I've got to make it up somehow.

[ 'hey, I accidentally slit your throat, NO BIGGIE' just really isn't enough in Dorian's mind. ] And maybe I can start by pampering you just a little bit. I don't know if demons get blood loss but I'd prefer you not pass out during the middle of all this.

[abduxel]

Yes, pamper me, then maybe I'll forgive you.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian snuggled up to Abduxel, lightly giving the man a kiss just below the neck wound. ] Where do you want me to start?

[abduxel]

Start by bringing me to your bed. We never tried it out.

[brushoff]

As you command. Just hold on a moment. [ Moving towards Abduxel, Dorian picked him up in a bridal carry, still smiling at the demon as he does so. There's a small little 'oof' noise as he picks up Abduxel because whoa dude ]

I've got this.

[abduxel]

[Abduxel doesn't help much, besides looping his arms around Dorian's neck and dropping his head against the man's shoulder. He's a bit limp, weak - dead weight. But still smug and teasing apparently.]

I believe in you, Dorian, put your back into it.