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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]

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.

[brushoff]

I'm trying, [ said with a sigh as he managed to hold onto Abduxel, pushing his way through the door to his room. Thankfully, he'd managed to hide the portrait away, stashed in the back of a linen closet in the hallway. The room was monochromatic, with only red accents every now and then: pillows, a dark red mirror on one wall, things like that.

Gingerly, Dorian set Abduxel down on the bed, giving the demon a kiss on his forehead as he set him down. ] What else can I do?

[ he's easily slipping into the role of absolutely subservient because again, he KINDA KILLED ABDUXEL you don't just forget about that and move on. ]

[abduxel]

[He doesn't move much from where Dorian puts him.]

When my blood pressure isn't completely absent you had better be on your knees, but right now - just promise you aren't going to try to kill me again while I'm weak.

And maybe get me a snack.

[brushoff]

I've got juice and cookies. Isn't that what they give people when they donate blood? [ Dorian certainly doesn't know. ]

[abduxel]

I don't know. Do I seem like the kind of guy who would donate blood?

[brushoff]

Well I don't donate blood either! [ said with a siiiiiiigh ] I hope you like grape juice and oreos.

[abduxel]

Good enough. Sounds perfect. This is a fantastic date, Dorian. Throat-slitting and oreos. It's enough to make me swoon. It worries me that you haven't promised you aren't going to try to kill me, though. I'm expecting it this time, so I hope you know it won't be so easy.

[He certainly looks threatening, lying like a limp noodle on the bed with that raspy voice. Okay, maybe the black eyes are a little creepy?]