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Action | Backdated to August 17 | CW: Brief descriptions of artistic scarification and blood

[mayfairmonster]

[If there's one truth in life that Dorian feels more deeply than any other, it's that things end. Few endings are more satisfying than most others, and the conclusion of Grayson's party and the subsequent collapsing of the spiral of grotesqueries and extreme sexual experiences is a pleasant rarity. By the time Dorian's finally pushed his stamina to its limit and the beginnings of a morbid awareness of the extraordinary damage he's dealt his soul, the portrait, over the span of two and a half days starts to seep in, he's thoroughly sated in more ways than one, and ready to slip back into the much-desired constant of his life with Toby.

As with any high, there's a come down. This one's both physical and psychological. There's already a feeling that the satisfaction of the past two nights will linger for days, although not without consequence. When he finds a quiet moment, he will need to take the coverings off the portrait to visit it, and consider the newest brushstrokes patterning his revolting visage. To decide whether new heights and limits have been reached, or if he's as still as aligned with his darkest impulses as he's ever been. For now, he suspects the latter.

Dorian deliberately arrives home to his and Toby's suite at a time he knows the vampire will be asleep, to spare him the smell of anything he's tracking home on his body. The vampire hadn't wanted anything to do with the party, and there's no reason it needs to be rubbed in his face now. Standing in the clean expanse of their kitchen, Dorian's suddenly finds himself personally in agreement with the sentiment about bringing home anyone else's fluids, and more than ready to shuck the slick of the grime from his form. Blood-spattered and torn clothing is removed and bagged in the kitchen, and the bag casually discarded in the trash. A borderline orgasmic trip to the shower afterwards washes away everything else but the bruises, wounds, and artistic higanbana scarification still lingering on his skin.

It's daylight by the time he climbs into bed, fresh, clean, and brilliantly depleted. Reminiscing and reliving will have to come tomorrow. For now, the encroaching of sleep is irresistible. He shifts over enough to press himself into the relaxing familiarity of Toby's cool form, breathes in the vampire's scent and soaks in the peaceful silence of his still body, and then gives into exhaustion shortly after.]

[rockandrollvampire]

[It's been several days of bar hopping, chain smoking, and karaoke for the vampire while his soulmate was away, eager as he was to keep his mind occupied and away from... everything this particular party made catch in his throat. He's always glad to let Dorian indulge in his whims - dark, depraved, or otherwise - without him, and this kind of opportunity was the perfect thing for that. He just... doesn't want to know about it. Any of it. Ever.

Well, scarification excepted. Dorian Gray covered in any marks that last more than a few minutes is an experience he needs. The high from getting to do exactly as his dark heart desired for a few days is also a huge bonus where Dorian is concerned. Toby's ready to reap the benefits without any of the mess, thank you very much.

He's out cold when Dorian climbs into bed with him, passed out from his own night of drunken debauchery. His arms come out to wrap around the other man at some point in the late afternoon, but it's not until well after sunset that he notices the light trembling against him and his mind shakes itself from sleep. He vaguely recognizes this as mild shivering that comes from anyone resting against his body for long enough, and sure enough, he finds his boyfriend held against him when he finally pries his eyes open. The sight of the man's mussed curls earns an immediate smirk, followed by a kiss to his forehead before he gently shifts the sleeping man and stretches him out at his side.

This is usually when he'd tuck Dorian in beneath the duvet and lie beside him until he comes to, but those marks are impossible to resist. Dorian had assured him that they would be artistic and beautiful, but that doesn't begin to touch how incredible it is to see his ever young and unblemished soulmate covered in various imprints. Bruises of many colors, cuts of varying depths, and those scarring marks... God, he's going to ravage this man senseless as soon as he's awake.

To that end, he allows himself a few minutes to simply enjoy the view before temptation takes hold. Resting next to the other man, he puts a hand on his jaw and draws him in to press their lips together in a passionate kiss. Yes, Dorian is still very much asleep, but Toby's sure this particular move is going to help fix that problem. If it doesn't, he's got a few more to try while he - somehow - manages to keep his hands to himself.]