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Dorian Gray (The Confessions of Dorian Gray) ([personal profile] mayfairmonster) wrote2021-01-20 02:31 pm
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[personal profile] rockandrollvampire 2021-01-20 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a lazy kind of day for the pair of soulmates. A late breakfast in place of lunch, some reading next to each other on the couch to the gentle sounds of Chopin, and now a hot bath scented with rose oil. Dorian was kind enough to read to them for a time, though Toby's focus has been much more on simply relaxing with his lover. His stomach - the monstrous one inside him that craves satiation in the form of human blood - is gnawing at him again and it's poking at the vampire in the worst of ways.

It would be easy to reach out and ask to feed off the other man; It's more difficult to grapple with how wrong it often still feels. He's managed a handful of times, when at the edge of his pain tolerance, to take his lover's wrist in hand and sate himself just enough to last another week or so, but it's so far from what he's been wanting. The connection that comes from drinking from Dorian is intense, but it's so much more when they're more intimate about it. Taking the man's life between his teeth, feeling him course through his veins as they complete each other in a way no other act ever could, it's... intoxicating, perfect despite the darkness that accompanies it. He wants it so badly, but getting there has been out of his reach.

There were a few other times he was close to going for it. They've been physically intimate so many times since finding one another again that Toby's lost count, and every time he presses his lips to Dorian's neck he wonders if he could do it. On a few rare occasions, he's even gone so far as to ask and gotten an enthusiastic yes in response, but every time he bared his fangs or put them to soft flesh, his mind would flash back to somewhere else. A dark alley, a corner of a crowded lobby, a bathroom stall, under a broken lamppost where no one could see. The face was different each time, but the process was the same: They were expendable food and he didn't give a shit about them. He charmed them, he bit them, and he left them. Seeing that when he knew he was with Dorian, in their home and with full consent, made his skin crawl and his stomach turn. He'd push himself away at the last second and turn away, panting and shaking as he dealt with the terror and the memories. It was a little easier to deal with each time, especially with his soulmate at his side. It also made it easier to reach for it the next time he tries.

So as they let all cares for the day melt away into the heat of their bath between the occasional kiss or addition of more hot water, Toby's thoughts drift again to the dueling desires of being closer to the man in his arms and the hunger gnawing at him. He winces at the mere thought of the latter, although he tries to cover it by shifting a little. Now that he inevitably has Dorian's attention, though, he thinks it's time to bring up what's on his mind.

"Say, Dorian," he begins slowly, his hands already beginning to fidget by stroking his lover's arms gently, "I... I think I want to try again. The hunger's getting to me, but I don't want your wrist. I want you, like we used to all the time." He hesitates and takes a breath to settle himself a bit before he demonstratively presses a kiss to Dorian's neck. "I miss you and I miss this with you, and I don't want to keep holding out forever."
rockandrollvampire: (I'm Excited Okay)

Birthday Fanfare

[personal profile] rockandrollvampire 2021-07-20 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
During the several (admittedly on and off) years he and Dorian were together before they were last separated, Toby had never had the chance to enjoy and celebrate his birthday to its absolute fullest. Having a birthday at the height of summer as a vampire meant much of the day was off limits or, at the very least, that going out for his birthday was relegated to a short window at the end of the day. The Nexus has handily taken many of those obstacles out of the equation, leaving the decision of when to start and where to spend his birthday wide open, perhaps to the younger man's dismay.

At precisely 7 AM, well over an hour after the sun's risen, the vampire carefully slides into bed next to his boyfriend and wraps his arms around him. The turn he took about the garden at sunrise was lovely, but now it's time for attention and presents!! And the only one who's going to be bothered for either today is his soulmate.

"Dorian~" he murmurs as he pulls the other man close. "Time to wake up. It's my birthday." To help sweeten the deal, he presses a very excited kiss to his boyfriend's lips. This is definitely enough to get the man to wake up, right?? Whether it is or not, Toby quickly follows that kiss with another peck to the man's cheek. "You owe me presents and an expansion of your riddle."

He's been patient ...enough(?) over the past week, and now he's done with all that! It's not his actual birthday and that means all his whims must be catered to. Well, maybe not all of them, but presents and attention are definitely necessary right now!
rockandrollvampire: (Hmph)

SW Universe: A Forced Return to Normal

[personal profile] rockandrollvampire 2022-02-04 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's been three weeks and four days since the attack on his club, and Toby still hasn't forgiven Dorian for it. All messages related to anything but business go unanswered and all attempts at bribery (they're not gifts when he's this upset, period) are ignored or sent back. He certainly hasn't gone to their shared penthouse, either, and has been grumpily holed up in various suites in his hotel instead.

Dorian's been insufferable in demeanor when they do see each other, too. Every worry Toby brings up or consequence he points out is met with some version of 'it's fine' or 'it'll blow over,' and each time digs a little deeper under his skin. If he'd wanted to work with someone who was dismissive and uncaring about his feelings or opinions on a matter, he'd have lived with his mother in the last few years before her death. He'll pass on getting it from a business partner and lover, thanks.

Today's annoyance is with yet another former regular telling a bartender he's not comfortable coming to a club that was openly attacked by bounty hunters, who were only there because one of the suppliers is a former Sith. This is on top of having to pay a heavy fee to restart a contract with a supplier who had previously been cutting Toby a good deal because of how much product his clubs and bars moved. How Dorian can't see the extent of the damage done is truly mind boggling.

He's not expecting to Dorian to come to the bar today. It's slow enough that Toby's settled on one of the couches in the VIP section, a mostly full glass on a table by his feet as he looks over some accounts and various books. Putting his business knowledge to work is easy enough, but it's been a pain in his ass. Kriffing bounty hunters and their need to make such a mess. Ugh.

When the other man approaches, Toby looks up briefly before returning to his work. "You need something?" he asks, flipping through pages in an inventory list. "I need a few minutes, but I can slot you in after I finish looking these over."
Edited 2022-02-04 16:57 (UTC)