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"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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[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.

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.

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

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

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

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 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.

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. ]

[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.

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

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

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

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?]

[ E Y E R O L L S. ]

You know, I could have dumped your dead ass right into the complex's dumpster. I don't have to take care of you. [ he hollers out as he leaves to go to the kitchen, yeah he's taking care of him, somebody's still mad guilty. ]

[That strikes a nerve because that's quite close to how he actually died. With great effort, he yells after him.]

I'd haunt your ass so badly, Dorian, you'd wish you were dead. You don't want to see me legitimately angry, I'm warning you. You had better be getting me cookies right now!

[He stops to catch his breath and groan to himself while Dorian can't see, adjusting on the bed to get more comfortable.]

[ Yeah, Dorian's just yelling from the kitchen. ] Or what would you do, bleed all over my furniture? Guess what, you did that already!

[ A minute or so later, he returns with a big glass of grape juice and like eight oreos on a plate. ] Eat up.

[Abduxel is going to snipe back when the cookies appear. He sits up to eat a cookie and take a drink before he retorts. His eyes start to fade back to normal, presumably because his body is not like MAYDAY, MAYDAY, DEATH IMMINENT anymore.]

And whose fault is that?

[ Practically under his breath, ] Technically mine. [ And then much louder because surely this isn't entirely his fault. ] But if I knew you were bleeding that bad, I would have stopped.

[He carefully feels that wound at his neck, frowning.] Good to know, for next time you're considering slitting my throat for fun. That was really unpleasant for me, by the way. Brought back some bad memories.

But these cookies are good so maybe, just maybe I'll forgive you. And you didn't throw me in a dumpster, which I suppose from you must be a big deal!

[His voice is a little stronger than earlier, but still grittier and raspier than usual. He stops in his little rant to eat another cookie. He means his admonishments but seems to be oscillating between being actually annoyed and half-teasing.]

I'm staying here tonight, by the way, no way am I getting home like this.

One of the perks of the 21st century: processed sugar. [ along with booze, legalized weed in some places, and clubbing.

But yeah. He was pretty sure Abduxel would be staying to begin with, the fact that he confirmed it came to no surprise. ] I figured you'd be staying, [ said with a siiiiigh. ] You get the bed. I'll clean up the couch enough so I can actually sleep on it tonight.

I might consider allowing you to sleep here as well if I can trust you. Or maybe I should hide everything sharp in this apartment first, hm? I'm sure your couch is a lost cause, by the way, good luck.

[He sits up all the way and tries to grab Dorian in a head-lock to wrestle him onto the bed.]

[ Dorian lets himself get grabbed by the headlock, wrestled onto the bed in the process, smiling at Abduxel all the while. He's eyeing that glass of juice, trying not to knock it over. ] I'm going to try and salvage that couch, by the way.

I'd offer to help, but I just don't feel bad enough.

[He seems to still have his strength, or some of it. He wrestles himself on top of Dorian.]

I wouldn't let you help in the first place! [ said with a laugh, as Abduxel wrestles himself on top of Dorian. ] Lord knows I'm not callous enough to ask a man to help clean up the couch he bled out to death on.

Only callous enough to kill him in the first place! I should give you an award for that selflessness!

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