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]

"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.

[brushoff]

Dorian doesn't show up the next day. Or the day after that. He's absolutely being a petty little baby but honestly, Godric deserves this.

He does rent one of Godric's apartments, though. And spends his evenings in the vampire club that Godric showed him, happily shit-talking the sheriff to whoever will listen.

Yes he's being a child but he's in the right! Godric deserves this a little bit.

[loveisall]

Godric lets him go for a few days without saying anything. It isn't until he hasn't seen Dorian for a week that he shows up to Dorian's apartment. He lets himself in, using the shitty little loophole about ownership, and sits at the dining room table to wait for Dorian to arrive home.

[brushoff]

Dorian comes home smelling like sweat, drugs, and poor decisions. He opens his door, makes his way to the kitchen to grab some water-

"Fuck!"

Not expecting that, buddy!!

"Christ, I should have picked a different flat."

[loveisall]

Godric shrugs as he looks over. "You have been enjoying yourself, I assume?" he wonders, raising a brow.

[brushoff]

"Indeed I have," Dorian says, trying to seem like this is a perfectly normal, nonchalant conversation as he goes to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I've been spending time with some people who know how to have fun."

[loveisall]

"And yet, you still want something else. Something more."

He looks out the window.

"How are you so old and yet so impatient?"

[brushoff]

"Blame the humanity in me," Dorian dryly responds. There's a moment before he continues with,

"I don't know how you can be so old and so still. You finally have something new. I'm something new. If I were in your shoes, I'd be jumping at the opportunity for a new experience and yet you're taking your sweet time."

[loveisall]

"Because you aren't new, Dorian Gray. You are a strange being, but I have met many of those. You still act like a human. The sort of man who thinks only about instinct. You will sleep with me and then leave. And what did I gain but another forgettable bed partner that does not last?"

He doesn't turn to look at him.

[brushoff]

"I won't leave," Dorian says, without hesitation. He hates that he's so quick to say it, but he knows it's true. "I can't. God, I fucking hate to admit it, but there's something about you...I don't want to let it go."

It's vague, he knows. But Dorian knows precisely what about Godric is attractive to him—he's just hesitant to actually say it.

[loveisall]

Godric is quiet for a very long moment. He breathes out.

"Is that why you keep trying to get my attention?'

[brushoff]

"I'd like to think I've succeeded in getting your attention," he points out, with a light chuckle. Dorian stays where he is, leaning against his counter, taking a sip of water in between sentences.

"I don't go to this much effort for anyone. Only those that truly interest me, more than a quick fling."

[loveisall]

Godric considers that, but he doesn't know really what to make of it. He doesn't know if he can believe that. He doesn't know if he wants to.

He stands up and walks over, tilting his head. "Then prove it. Stop this nonsense and come to me as you are."