dorian & godric

[brushoff]

Christ, how Dorian hated Texas.

It was the best and worst of America. There still was so much space, plenty of towns barely hanging on, hardscrabble little places that were trying to make their move, the drive and determination and chutzpah that Dorian adored of the America in the past. America in the 1920s was great. A feisty nation, determined to prove itself on the world's stage, bright and brilliant and ready to take on the challenge.

But the Texas cities? The cities were horrible. Large, ugly things almost crushed under the weight of their own self-importance and overpasses. Forgotten centers where all residents fled to cookie-cutter nigh identical houses set in towns created solely for the purpose of commuting. People didn't thrive in places like that, with their subdivisions and big box stores and fucking Targets. You lived there, but you didn't thrive. And Dorian Gray was always looking for something new, something bright and breathing and alive.

Granted, a shitty little dive bar wasn't exactly what most people thought of when they thought of 'alive.' But Dorian had been lingering around Dallas long enough that a few things had gained his interest. The coming out of the closet, so to speak, of vampires had been the big one. Idly, he wondered what Toby would have thought of it all—he felt so alone for so long. Would vampire advocacy groups or these cute little pamphlets have changed anything? Or would the Sunday morning cable news services about how all vampires are damned have made things worse? There's no way of knowing. But Dorian wanted to learn more about this himself.

Try as he may to fit in, it's obvious that Dorian is here for something. He flirts with the waitress and casually asks a few questions about vampire activity in the area. He loses a game of pool but presses his competition whenever they bring up 'fangs.' This is the third day in a row he's made some not-so-subtle inquiries about vampires, something's got to give eventually. He's British as hell, the accent is a dead giveaway, so might as well lean into the obviousness and see what happens.

And as he slips out of the back door of the dive bar, stepping outside to light up a cigarette, Dorian's certain that something will happen. What precisely? He doesn't know.

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[brushoff]

Dorian gives Godric a bright, devil may care sort of grin before,

"Then I'll give you something to watch."

Dorian enters the club with the confidence of someone who runs the place. He immediately starts dancing, bouncing from vampire to vampire, moving with the utmost confidence. He bares his neck shamelessly, letting people drink from him, but only a taste, only a little drop. Because after that first taste, he pulls away, devilish grin on his face, to try and find a new person to entice, to seduce.

This goes on for a few hours. His neck should be a bloody, hamburger sort of mess by now. And yet Dorian shows no signs of stopping. He keeps bouncing from vampire to vampire, drawing people in and trying to be the star of the show, to make each and every one of them love him.

[loveisall]

Dorian is a popular choice and Godric watches from inside, but unseen. He is a strange creature, and that becomes more and more obvious as time goes on. Godric has to do something before the vampires get territorial.

When he comes inside, when he finally shows himself, the mood of the place shifts entirely. Godric makes his way to a chair in the corner of the room and sits. Almost immediately, the crowd waves and folds as people gravitate towards him. Some sit at his feet and others stand behind him.

The music continues, but there is a settling.

[brushoff]

There's a vampire on Dorian's neck when Godric arrives. Dorian only notices the arrival when the vampire pulls away. Dorian looks over, taking the whole situation in. Well, well, well. Seems the kid has some authority. How interesting.

"If you want a turn, you have to ask," Dorian breathlessly laughs. He reaches over to grab a different vampire by the wrist, forcibly pulling him in and drawing him into a messy kiss. It's obvious this is an act of control, of dominance from Dorian's end, as that vampire really isn't sure about all this.

[loveisall]

Godric narrows his eyes as he watches ans the vampire pulls away, using his superior strength to get away and blend into the crowd.

The others don't touch him.

Slowly, a bubble forms around Dorian where no one dares to even look at him.

[brushoff]

Dorian can't help but laugh. It's a bright laugh, but there still is a bit of an edge to it. He knows what this is. And he can match Godric's show of power with one of his own.

"I mean what I said," Dorian lightly responds, as he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face in a way that he knows looks good. "You have to ask. I'm not one of yours. Wait your turn like everybody else."

[loveisall]

Godric hasn't wanted another person in a very long time. Really, he hasn't wanted a human in...ever.

But he's intrigued by this. He just smiles, gesturing Dorian over.

[brushoff]

There we go. Dorian walks towards Godric, giving him the cocky smile of a man who's hot shit and knows it.

He doesn't say anything though. Godric has to make the first move.

[loveisall]

He just watches him, impassive and neutral. "You are very good at giving," he says and his voice is quiet, but cuts through the music. "Have you tried V?"

Godric has always been a vocal critic of the drug, of humans using it, but this necessitates a little flexibility. A little outside thinking.

It is purely rational to let him have Godric's blood. There aren't feelings involved.

[brushoff]

Dorian shakes his head. "I haven't." A truth.

"Are you offering?"

Please say yes.

[loveisall]

Godric gestures him closer and the room seems to buzz loudly. "Do you know the side effects?" he wonders and there's a smile in his words, albeit cautious.

[brushoff]

"I've heard rumors," Dorian responds, wide grin on his face. He's throwing caution to the wind as he continues, "Sex is phenomenal. Increased libido, heightened senses. It makes everything more."

He never drunk from Toby. They didn't need to. They filled each other's needs just with sex, just with their connection. Maybe things would have been different if they took that next step. But on the other hand, would Toby have even offered it to begin with? Dorian isn't sure.

Dorian walks closer to Godric and then, very cheekily, leans against the side of his chair, putting himself very close to the man. "It sounds exciting. And anything exciting is worth trying."

[loveisall]

"You will have dreams. You will be stronger and faster. And..."

He turns to Dorian, sensing danger on him, even though he seems so, so human. The most dangerous ones do.

Godric has to protect his nest, even if it means something deplorable. Even if it means going against everything that he is. The humans, the vampires...they deserve to have protection. He promised them that.

He pricks his finger on a fang and places it to Dorian's lips. "And I will know where you are. Always."

[brushoff]

Possibly. Godric will possibly know where he is. Truth be told, Dorian has no idea how his immortality will react with the V. He can get high, of course. But he can't overdose. He doubts he could be turned—he certainly can't be turned into a werewolf, thanks for helping him figure that out, Axel. Really appreciated being mauled. Idly, Dorian wonders what Godric would do when he finds out, what will happen when (or if) the connection between them fades.

Is it a shit move to not tell Godric 'hey, I'm immortal, this lingering connection you're banking on might not work'? Absolutely. Is Dorian a shit person? Absolutely.

So Godric's answer is given by Dorian opening his mouth, sucking on Godric's finger in an absolutely lascivious way. He wants this. Go ahead and give it to him.

[loveisall]

Godric also isn't sure what will happen, but he is nothing if not thorough. If Dorian is just a human, then things can be fixed. If Dorian isn't quite human, well, the severed connection tells Godric a lot about him.

He stands and takes hold of Dorian's shirt tightly. "Follow me or you will get very uncomfortable," he warns. "No one here will touch you, save me."

[brushoff]

"Exclusive access!" Dorian lightly teases as he gets up to follow Godric. He's close, like an annoying puppy at it's owner's heels. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

[loveisall]

The drug should hit soon, the psychedelic, trippy effects that are always so popular. Godric keeps a grip on him, willing to hold him up if necessary.

He leads them to a back room with a door that leads to an underground tunnel. They are seemingly alone there, but Godric shows no sign of worry.

[brushoff]

It's obvious when the drugs hit because Dorian's pupils get huge. They're the size of dinner plates as he slows down his walk. Everything feels so much more. He can feel the air on his skin, smell practically every vampire in the room. The mixture of drugs, sweat, blood, sex, it's damn near overwhelming and he adores it. But the cold, sterile, dark nature of the underground tunnel is just as good. The coolness of the air feel fantastic compared to the sticky Texas heat, and Dorian takes a big breath of it.

Dorian also shows no sign of worry—thanks, V! Instead, he makes a little noise of interest as he finds himself staring at the faint traces of ink on Godric's skin, barely visible past the shirt. He feels like if he stares enough, maybe he could see past it, to see the entirety of those markings.

[loveisall]

He turns to Dorian and appraises him again, taking his chin in his fingers. "What are you?" he murmurs, moving close but not enough to kiss. He won't stop him from touching.

[brushoff]

If Godric won't stop Dorian from touching, then Dorian will happily touch. One hand goes to the man's chest, tracing the grain of the shirt's fabric. The other hand goes straight to Godric's ass. Dorian grabs it, squeezes, and attempts to pull the two of them closer together.

"I'm everything you wanted," he laughs. Mentally, he's on cloud nine at this point. Everything feels so lush, so intense, it's no surprise that his answers are a little dazed and scrambled. "The question now is, what do you want? A good time? A story to tell the others? Danger? I'm yours, right now. Mold me."

[loveisall]

He shakes his head. "Are you a danger to my people?"

He lets him touch, but he's unmovable at this point. He doesn't react, doesn't move.

[brushoff]

"Mate, we really need to work on your desires," he laughs. Dorian continues just feeling Godric up, continuing to squeeze his ass all the while, looking at him with rapture and delight in his eyes.

"What if I said I was a danger? What would you do then?"

[loveisall]

"Pull every memory out of your head," he says lightly. "Since it seems you can't be harmed by me ripping out your throat."

[brushoff]

That...might actually work. Dorian knows he's lost memories before. He magically can't remember most of the 1970s, after all. But there's no reason for Godric to know that.

He's practically draped against the man as he sighs dramatically, "That's far too much effort to recover from. So no, I suppose I'm not a danger to your people. A danger to you, on the other hand? Time will tell."

[loveisall]

Godric finally smiles and pulls him closer, an arm around his waist. "Good," he says and fumbles with Dorian's pants, opening them so he can wrap his fingers around his cock.

"Then I don't need to stop you. Once you're finished, I will have you taken back to your hotel. And you can have all the fun you want."

[brushoff]

Dorian groans with pleasure as he feels Godric's fingers on his cock. Absolutely exquisite. All of his nerve endings feel like they're on fire and just the simple touch is enough to make him shudder.

He leans close to Godric, drinking in the vampire's scent, as he continues to hold the man close. "Do your worst," Dorian purrs.