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]

"Name them," he challenges, sliding an arm around him as the car stops at a light.

[brushoff]

"Drugs. Alcohol—and alcohol's different from drugs. Penthouse suite. My Vespa."

These are all semi-joking and yet semi-serious answers. But Dorian's fifth answer is surprisingly sincere for him.

"Beauty."

[loveisall]

He disregards the other answers, but he focuses in on the last.

"And what is beautiful, to you?"

[brushoff]

How to explain this... it takes Dorian a moment before he settles on.

"So many things. Physical attraction, for one. But I find naivety beautiful in it's own way. People who are beautiful and have no idea what to do with it are lovelier than anyone with an ego."

[loveisall]

Godric can see, he can hear, how genuine he is at the moment and it warms him a little to think about. He pulls him close and gives him another kiss, stroking his fingers through his hair as the car parks back at Godric's home.

"That's so very rare," he points out gently.

[brushoff]

Dorian indulges in the kiss, leaning in to Godric's touch. After a moment, he muses,

"It is rare. Maybe that's why I enjoy it so much. When I find someone like that, be it a naive little thing or a monster blinded by his own nature, I refuse to let them go."

[loveisall]

He reaches up and grips Dorian's chin. "You are an enigma to me, Dorian. How many monsters have you met?"

[brushoff]

"Enough."

Which is a delightfully enigmatic answer, the only reason that Dorian said so. He happily takes the opportunity to lean into Godric's grasp with a kiss.

[loveisall]

"And how many met your standards of beauty?" he asks, pulling back to open the door for him once they've stopped.

[brushoff]

"Not as many as I'd like," Dorian muses, as he slips out of the car. "I'd say only a handful. You, however, fit my standards perfectly."

[loveisall]

Godric brings him in the house, frowning at placement of the moon. It's late already.

"You always know how to add a little flattery to everything."

[brushoff]

"If I see something or someone I like, I make it known. Life's too short not to give out compliments."

Life's too short except for people like them but whatever, who cares. Blissfully unaware of how late it is, Dorian dramatically flops on the couch. "So! Business or pleasure for the rest of the night?"

[loveisall]

Godric just rolls his eyes.

Dorian brings out the worst in him.

"That depends on how quick you can be," he says as they walk inside.

[brushoff]

Almost instantly, Dorian (still on the couch) starts to unbutton his trousers. Sex, please!

"I can keep myself from lingering in the moment. If I must, I can be very quick."

[loveisall]

He passes by the couch and into his room, shaking his head. "Come in here, at least," he calls over his shoulder. "It's not light tight out there and the sun will rise soon."

[brushoff]

Dorian sighs dramatically, like he's the most oppressed person in the world, before he hops up from the couch. He's holding up his trousers with one hand as he follows Godric to the bedroom.

"I'm surprised your entire house isn't light tight. Do you want it that way? I'm sure it's easy enough to hire a contractor to get everything done."

[loveisall]

"Once I get the entire house the way I want it, I will likely move," he explains softly. "So I make one room mine and the rest - well, it doesn't matter."

He shuts and locks the door once they're both inside and slides his arms up to his shoulders. "Thank you for your help today."

[brushoff]

"That's my job as your cute human boytoy," Dorian teases. He knows that he's more than Godric's fling. However, he doesn't mind joking around about this. Lord knows that's what people think about him.

"Really, whatever you need me for, just ask."

[loveisall]

"I don't want you for that," he mutters. "I want you to be a partner to me. A companion. As I am to you."

He pulls him close to kiss him deeply.

[brushoff]

Dorian indulges in the kiss, enjoying the taste of Godric on his mouth. When he pulls back, it's with a wry little grin.

"I know you're my partner. Of that, I have no doubt in my mind. And I am happily looking forward to staying by your side as long as you'll let me."

[loveisall]

He gives him a firm shove backwards, onto the bed. "That all depends on how long I choose to live, doesn't it? Seeing as you have already made your choice."

[brushoff]

"Hopefully it will be a long, happy life full of plenty of make-outs, blowjobs, and sex."

Dorian laughs, leaning back on the bed with a wry grin.

"Your choice as to what we start off with first."

[loveisall]

"Oh yes?"

He kisses him then, deep and bruising. "I want to tear your throat out and then fuck you."

[brushoff]

Based on the absolutely smitten expression on Dorian's face, that's turned him on and then some.

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" he laughs, before turning his head and baring his throat to Godric.

[loveisall]

He could argue with him a little longer. He could tell him to shut up. He could do a lot of things.

He chooses to sink his fangs into his neck.