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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[loveisall]

"And what happened?" he wonders. "As you are very much not mauled right now."

He tries not to stiffen at the mention of werewolves. They are everywhere.

[brushoff]

"I was very much mauled. But I got better," Dorian teases. "I was told to leave the village, cross the glacier, get out of their territory. One of them caught up to me and damn near ripped my throat out. I managed to shoot it, killing the thing, but the damage had already been done."

Now. How to phrase this next part...

"I was almost turned. But the problem sorted itself out before the final transformation."

[loveisall]

Now that is a feat and Godric finally does look at him.

"Sorted itself in what way?"

[brushoff]

The smile on Dorian's face is annoyingly smug.

"I think it's your time to tell me a story."

Not telling, buddy.

[loveisall]

He smiles and pulls up a sleeve, revealing a zigzag pattern around his bicep. "This is the symbol of water. My people lived near a river that fed into th sea. They gave this to me so I would be blessed by the water herself. Once, after I was changed and freed, I went back to the river and dove underneath it. I stayed there for days and days, simply watching the fish."

[brushoff]

"That sounds lovely."

And it does. That peace, that quiet, it sounds like something Dorian would love to experience.

"Alas, my brand of fun means that I still have to breathe. I'd love to see something like that, though."

[loveisall]

"What is your brand of fun?" he wonders, standing and walking to his kitchen. "Do you want a drink?"

[brushoff]

"Whiskey, single malt, a few ice cubes." So that's a yes. He does want a drink. Dorian stands up, languidly stretching like a cat in the sunshine as he continues, "My brand of fun are things that are new and exciting. If they are dangerous? No matter, I can survive them. I can survive anything. The only thing that matters is that they entice me."

[loveisall]

He pours it expertly, setting the glass on the counter. "How did you come across such a power?" he wonders, rubbing the back of his neck.

[brushoff]

"I asked nicely." Dorian takes the drink, takes a sip, then continues with,

"I'm not going to tell you, by the way. Why would I? I'm not going to spill my secrets during our first month together."

[loveisall]

"Then I suppose we can continue telling stories."

He turns and takes off his shirt, revealing the sea serpent along his spine, the red tattoo on his shoulder, and the runes along his other bicep. "What would you like to know about next?"

[brushoff]

How can he be so hot? That's not fair!

"You know when I last had sex," says the humongous slut. "But what about you?"

[loveisall]

"Five hundred years ago," he says and sits down in his chair again.

[brushoff]

Shit.

Dorian takes another, larger drink of his whiskey. "That just means I'll have to do my best."

He sets his glass down, then moves to straddle Godric, ready and willing to start fucking.

[loveisall]

Godric shakes his head and looks away. "Not tonight," he tells him. "I am not as easy as all of that."

He breathes him in, though. "And this is not your best."

[brushoff]

Dorian absolutely doesn't move from Godric's lap. Instead, he simply rests a hand on the man's thigh. Even if nothing is happening tonight, he's going to be close enough for Godric to dream about him.

"You haven't seen me at my best. I wonder if you ever will."

[loveisall]

Godric sits back, his hands at his sides, not touching him. He's pale tonight, even more than usual.

"With an ego like that, I suppose I should be anticipating it?"

[brushoff]

"It depends. My ego is phenomenal. My patience? Not so much."

Dorian moves his hand upward, so that it's cupping Godric's crotch.

"Keep playing games like this and I might just have to make you jealous."

[loveisall]

"Vampires are very territorial," he says easily. "But you are not my territory."

There is absolutely no reaction to Dorian's hand on him. Godric prides himself on his tight control of his own body and instincts. This is no different.

[brushoff]

Dorian starts to rub his hand on Godric's crotch, fondling him through his clothes.

"You'd like it if I was your territory, though. A pretty thing like myself. A human with so many questions. I'd be the perfect thing to show off to all your other vampire friends. And I'd be all yours."

[loveisall]

Godric shakes his head and gives a small push to get Dorian off of him.

"I can get sex anywhere, Dorian. If I wanted it. But I don't. I thought - " He shakes his head. "Well, it doesn't matter what I think."

[brushoff]

"You thought what?"

Dorian lets himself get pushed off Godric, but he doesn't leave. He just stands there, looking over at the vampire, waiting for an answer.

[loveisall]

He stares at Dorian for a moment, thoughtful and quiet, debating on if he wants to actually say anything or not.

He settles on not.

"Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow," he says as he turns to retreat back to his room.

[brushoff]

Perhaps. Dorian hates that. He looks over at Godric, irritation on his face before,

"Perhaps I will show up."

Before Dorian turns to grumpily stomp out of Godric's house. He loves this and hates this all at the same time.

[loveisall]

Godric lets him go.

And later, he sends him a list of apartment buildings that are ready to rent, ready to go, that meet Dorian's specifications.

As for Godric, he stays at home and, while he doesn't wait for him specifically, he does cast a glance to the door every once in a while, waiting for him to walk through it.