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TDM #8
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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It had taken an inordinate amount of willpower to stop himself from biting him (this time).
The laugh, knowing the light tone of it and that it was not vindictive, only proved to vex and confuse the dhampire further. He responded, equally sincere, albeit a bit perplexed. ]
I know what I asked for: to have all of you is to have all of your attentions. Why do you question me like this, I can read, you know. I'm sure I can make my way around a human body regardless of gender.
[ His response insinuated that he wasn't exclusively interested in men, rather that he had an interest in people.
Alucard found both genders attractive for different reasons but more often than not found himself pulled in by personality over physical appearances. And Dorian had such a unique and delightful character he didn't think anyone could resist him. ]
Hm... If my family's reputation hadn't been so murderous things may have gone rather differently for me.
[ Alucard had found it difficult enough to make friends, let alone find a partner. ]
What sort of things are you talking about?
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The conversation veered away his attention, his look of amused disbelief vivid. His hand dropped from Alucard's hair, so that both arms were laid now across his shoulders.]
There's... quite a difference between reading and, well, the practice of doing. Not that I'm one to doubt what might be your... natural instinct.
[Or talent in bed, as the case might be. Dorian was just trying to be realistic. However much he might be wanted, he'd learned to tread carefully with men who had never had experience with other men, as it was such new territory to them. Though this was a special case, as in fact Alucard had never had anyone. The revelation still spun his mind.
Ah, familial reputation. Dorian could relate to that more than he would say, though for different and less murderous reasons.]
Nevertheless. Here you are now. [He dipped his chin forward, lips ghosting along the curve of Alucard's sharp jawline, breath feathery across pale skin as his voice dipped into a darker drawl.] I could give you my mouth, or my tongue, or my hands. I'm known to be rather skillful with them, if you'd like the demonstration.
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He felt like they were now dancing around his lust and it made it all the more agonising. So with an unmistakable tone of frustration (but not anger) and maybe a little sarcasm Alucard snipped back. ]
Oh I don't know, some of these books had pictures.
[ How he had wanted to add another cutting comment to his response, to try and put Dorian in his place and impress upon him that with enough research anyone could be an expert in anything, but the train of thought derailed. His lips were enough to distract him, but the suggestions that followed made his stilted breath catch in a quashed groan.
Pushing that revealing noise down his throat his broad chest tensed, trapping it in his lungs until it fizzled away. Mouth agape, exposing those vampiric teeth, he had to bring himself back to reality with the snapping of his jaw. ]
Y--[ He stammered, noticeably so. ]-You are cruel.
[ Of course it could've been an insult, but the heavy weight of arousal and the breathless desire that coloured the words made them seem more like praise.
The wall was too limiting and holding him up too constricting. He couldn't take being touched and kissed with both hands indisposed. He turned, still holding Dorian, and judging from the first glance he made his way in the direction of the bedroom (it was such a small apartment, it didn't take much ingenuity to guess its whereabouts). He moved as if he weighed nothing at all and whilst his breathing was laboured it was less to do with what he was carrying and more to do with how he felt about what he carried.
He paused, standing over the bed. ]
Oh, and fuck you.
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It was such an absurd statement, he almost could not refrain from laughter. In the end he concealed it behind a grin that crinkled in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to ask whether Alucard was studying anatomy books or pornography, both of which drew a different (yet highly entertaining) image in his mind. He knew next to nothing about the vampire, but through these little pieces it felt as though he could perceive a glimpse or two, slivers of personality and individuality.
And that additional dangerous element, always.
As soon as Alucard moved him from the wall, he tried to shift his weight, arms coming to loose more securely around those shoulders. It wasn't that he thought he would be dropped, but - it was just impulse. Muscular legs flexed in tightening over Alucard's hips. It was purposeful movement. Soon they were in the bedroom, and Dorian's gaze turned over his own shoulder to look down at the bed, wondering if he was to be gently placed or thrown.]
Is that a promise?
[He couldn't help the sharp reply. For effect, Dorian leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, chaste and close-lipped - but full of hard, daring pressure - then withdrew to look him in the eye.]
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He dare not admit how curiously pleasant it felt to be held, to be spoken to so unabashedly, to be desired (or at least feel desired, naturally a part of him doubted it the back of his mind). He wondered if this was the sort of human companionship he had missed in his stark, lonely youth, but the thought flitted into his head as quickly as it had arrived. His arousal didn't let it tarry and it barely even entered his consciousness. A thought for another time, perhaps.
The kiss was what he'd come to expect of Dorian. A wicked tease, a taste of what he could have pulled away too soon too quickly. The moment he'd engaged in it, it had gone. ]
Oh yes.
[ He whispered, taking a final step closer to the bed, his shins resting against its edge. One knee, followed by the other, sunk into the mattress and he released Dorian's legs (at last). Taking a leaf from the mage's book he decided to be a little cruel. He reached around himself and delicately unhooked his hands from his shoulders. Holding his wrists, a grip familiar to his fingers now, he pinned them to the bed either side of him (although he put little pressure on them this time, Dorian could almost certainly pull them free if he so chose). From there he loomed over Dorian, his hair a pale curtain around that ghostly visage. The wicked, playful grin still tugging at his lips. ]
And now I've got you.
[ Whilst one hand kept Dorian's pinned to the bed, his other, dominant hand ran up the unblemished skin of his arm. Glass-like nails delicately dragging over the black sleeve that was still in one piece. Once he reached his shoulder his palm stroked idly over it before grazing across to run the backs of his fingers along the elegant definition of Dorian's collarbone and down the divide between the neck of his clothing and his skin.
He felt warm and full of life and power. And as Alucard explored his skin his amusement shifted to appetite. A hunger not just limited to blood. His touch was sensual, exploratory and inexperienced. Not the sort of ignorant inexperience one might expect - there was nothing clumsy in what he did. It was like sampling something delicious for the first time. ]
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When lowered, he went obediently, legs unhooked around Alucard's waist and wrists pinned under a hold much more forgiving than earlier. Dorian stretched across the bed in a deliberate picture of temptation. He kicked off his boots, arched his back just slightly enough to lift his hips, and gazed through the black curtain of his own lashes. He'd expected to take the control from this situation in Alucard's inexperience; it seemed that wouldn't be the case, but he wouldn't lay here docile and shy.]
For the time being.
[Dorian was thinking of nothing beyond the pleasure of the moment. He suddenly wanted. It clenched in his belly, a deep ache of arousal as Alucard's silky gold hair hung down and tickled his chin. He smelled like nothing Dorian could place in memory, crisp and foreign, with that rusty undertone of blood.
That hand drew his eyes south, watching its descent with anticipation. In situations like these he was far more used to impatience - the quick hurried fucks of secrecy and remote attraction that would wash out with orgasm. Nothing more than satisfying an urge like an itch. Alucard wasn't touching him like that; he felt his pulse race beneath the fingers over his collar and sternum. The black line of the submissive tattoo was a visible stripe up his throat at this distance.
Unable to use hands, instead he dragged the heel of one foot along the outside of a long leg, then arched again in a defiant squirm, chin tipped back.]
You do strike me as the sort to play with your food.
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Taking a ‘step’ closer on his knees he settled back to sit on his calves between Dorian’s legs (this made him seem a little less towering than he had been moments earlier, although he was still broad and tall in this position). His first response was an open-mouthed smile, his features so perfectly balanced on his face he looked preternatural. All pretenses he had had, for so many years, of keeping his fangs concealed had melted away in tonight’s debauchery.
When he spoke it was a veil of composure under which a special sort of shared urgency existed. As if this mutual attraction was a game, a secret bluff they were both playing with one another. The tension underlying it electric and he battled with the desire to carry it on or simply give in, to tear down the illusion and devour Dorian in a heartbeat. He opted for the former, Hoping that resisting would make the final moment of pleasure all the more euphoric. ]
‘The time being’ can be an awfully long time when you’re an immortal.
[ Honestly? It was a threat; a playful, cruel and wicked one bursting with excitement. The threat of: I can outlast you in this game, I’ll make you give in first.. ]
And yes, I’ve always been a slow eater.
Always deliberately saving the best bits until last.
[ God he wanted him, the temptation was enough to drive him mad, and even worse was he suspected Dorian knew as much.
Alucard shot him a cold look before bending at the waist. Requiring both hands he released Dorian’s other wrist. Now all ten fingers were at the lowest point of the neck of that annoying black shirt. He curled those elegant digits around either side and, in a selfish sort of abandon, he pulled the neck apart until the pressure was too much and it tore down the middle with an unpleasant, scratchy noise. Any objections completely ignored.
Oh he felt quite terrible. Don’t let that keen smile make you think otherwise. ]
… That’s better.
[ He insisted, tossing the torn halves of the shirt aside without a care.
For a long moment he looked.
Just. Looked.
Admiring each contour, each dip and rise, watching how Dorian’s chest rose and fell with his breathing, hearing his heart, thinking it was accelerating (probably in anger at the damaged clothing). He wanted to experience each part of him to its fullest. He began by running the very tips of his fingers down his body. Over the shapely line of his collarbone, the curve of his chest, around the particularly smooth skin about his nipple and over his ribs, past the definition of his stomach muscles to pause just above the waistband of his trousers.
This in itself could’ve been enough, this much skin and life and heat.
He didn’t feel like himself, his arousal and lust roiling inside of him. He wanted to do terrible, wonderful things to Dorian. So he shuffled back a little so that as he leaned over he was closer to that exposed chest. He planted a few, cursory kisses down his neck before pausing just over one of his pectorals. From there he looked up at him with a dark, desperate hunger only suited to a vampire. His lips pulled back and his teeth on show, the very tips against his skin but not piercing it.
And there he waited, silently asking for permission. ]
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It said something about him, how he looked upon Alucard with a shade of attraction so powerful for a moment he couldn't breathe, and knew the strength of those hands and teeth could tear him apart in an instant if he let them.
The threat was one he heard, of course, dark eyes narrowed. It summoned enough resolve not to demand the vampire hurry up in whatever it was he intended to do, as at this point he couldn't be sure if he was to be devoured through his blood or his body. Perhaps both indiscriminately.
Alucard tore the shirt like a flimsy piece of parchment paper. It wasn't sudden, those fingers hooked in the collar as he methodically ripped straight through to the bottom, yet it was unexpected - Dorian swallowed a low sound and shuddered. The tattooed stripe ended at the top of his sternum. He was muscular beneath the clothing, thick and toned and healthy in a way many mages were not. The air felt cooler on bare dusky skin, and the room did not have much light; what little came through the windows seemed to gather in Alucard's hair, in his eyes, across the glint of sharp fangs.
Fangs which hovered over the rise of his chest, brief kisses searing heat that lingered at his throat.]
Now you seek my permission?
[It lacked bite, words made almost entirely of breath. His body felt too hot, stomach twisting, at once shying away from the promise of hurt and also yearning for it, this twisted spell of pain-and-pleasure found in the intimate seal of a mouth. But he'd told Alucard what he would allow. It was such a vulnerable position to be in, and one he'd never experienced. Had he made the right decision? The insistent, desperate aching of his cock seemed to think so. He hadn't even noticed when he'd become hard. It must have been immediate, that betrayed hook of arousal in his belly when Alucard touched him anywhere with a soft and precise hand.
Fingers finally lifted to stroke over the perfect heartbreaking symmetry of Alucard's cheeks and chin, thumbs grazing up to the corner of eyes, admiring the way gold hair fell around him. Dorian's voice was a brittle rasp.]
I already gave it to you, did I not? Should I repeat myself?
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The look couldn't have been more than a wicked glance as his eyes closed, breathing in silently and deeply through his nose. Throat filling with the perfume of Dorian's skin and the blood that flowed just underneath it. A soft kiss on the shapely curve of his pectoral, and another and another. The final kiss of many left his lips sealed on Dorian's chest in an oval shape.
He could hear their hearts beating, syncopated and irregular beats throbbing in his ear. The longer he listened, the more his own heartbeat moved to match Dorian's. A steady thrum that comforted him (but also gave him an indication of whether he went too far and needed to stop).
His jaw muscles tightened, bulging at his cheekbones as his fangs pierced through his skin effortlessly. Like biting into a ripe peach the second his jaw loosened he felt blood trickling into his mouth, saturating his tongue and slipping down his throat like the world's finest fortified wine. How was it possible that Dorian tasted even more sumptuous than he had earlier.
As he supped warm, pleasant memories came to his subconscious mind. Walking through wildflower fields on the rolling hills of Wallachia with his mother, following her and seeing her flaxen hair blend into the tall, yellow grasses. Fencing lessons at blinding speed with his father, two sets of similar, pointed-teeth mouths laughing unapologetically at trivial comments. There were so many pleasant memories but all of them suspiciously relegated to his youth, and amidst the golden afternoons and candlelit evenings there was a vision that tried to spoil them. A flash of horror and heartbreak and
humanity.
The nightmare couldn't have been longer than their harmonised heartbeat but maybe a second was enough to see it.
A woman with flaxen hair in the white garb relegated to execution. Frantically struggling against her bindings as fire licked at her thighs and seared her beauty. The stench of burning hair and human meat egging on the crowd as they eagerly screamed at her dying, shouting 'witch' and 'vampire lover'.
Of course Alucard didn't realise he'd shared all this with Dorian, instead his fingers were exploring past his chest and lower down to buckle pulled tight by Dorian's tented trousers. ]
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He had view of a pink mouth opening to further reveal the points of teeth just before they embedded into his flesh in that single, claiming bite. An electric ripple of pain went through him, more intense than the first if only for the tension of suspense built up to this moment. Yet it carried an undercurrent of biting pleasure. Dorian heard himself emit a low whimper pressed behind his own sealed lips. He'd never sounded like that; it was almost alarming.
The act was more intimate than any he'd ever shared. That alone tore Dorian between fear and desperate desire, the want to rescind permission and the want to keep their bodies like this for as long as he could physically stand. The stinging of teeth soon became the throb of his heart leaking blood from the wound onto Alucard's tongue.
And those images, at last, washed over him in a torrent. It was the last which sprung brief, quick tears to his eyes, quickly blinked away, possessed of a despair that did not feel like it belonged to him.
In return Alucard would see a similar reel: a childhood of beautiful things, material wealth, grand sprawling estates and a hot sun, but always with a pervading sense of emptiness. A boy playing alone. A boy surrounded by books, practicing magic to the audience of no one - or the figure of a woman who stood like a rigid statue of beauty in the corner of the room. Glimpses of later tutelage, magical duels, a landscape constantly shifting but always isolated.
The figure of a father, rarer, unsmiling. The words, You are no son of mine, in bright clarity.
Dorian was aware of none of this as his arms encircled Alucard on top of him, the rush of emotion almost too much to bear, a neediness in the way he rolled hips upward and squeezed muscular legs around Alucard's lower body. His skin felt hot. He wanted to be touched. One hand wound into gold hair, cradling the back of Alucard's head where it bent over him. In a ragged voice came out:]
Adrian...
[And he couldn't say whether it was memory of the past or the present that made him choose that particular name.]
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He had to push that thought out of his mind entirely.
His old bedroom with shattered mirrors. A broken bedpost. Trembling hands. Blood. So much black-red vampire blood. And tears, alone in the dark.
He buried that memory deeper than his coffin.
Now a single tear, discoloured with a bloodred hue, rolled down from the corner of his eye, down his cheek quickly to linger on his sharp jawline. He hadn't realised this had happened, however, as his immediate thoughts were all on Dorian's blood. Its rich, sweet vigor blurring bad memories, replacing them with pleasure.
He had made sure not to sink his teeth in too deeply, so when he sensed that the flow of blood was beginning to slow he gave one final suck and released the tender, raw skin. He had meant to sit up at this point but as a delightful, irresistible ring of blood drops, like rubies, blossomed on his chest Alucard couldn't stop himself from dragging his tongue through them. Eyes open and locked on Dorian's. ]
Exquisite.
[ There were so many more words for it, for the exchange, but for now that one would have to do.
He sat up, noticeably tilting his head into Dorian's hand. He allowed himself to enjoy the touch in a sublime, quiet moment; eyes closed and expression relaxed. In all his years he had never felt so connected with another person, if this was all the poison's doing he hoped to God that it was permanent.
Eyes opened again, half-lidded and subdued, as he began to focus properly on that belt buckle which he now opened with ease followed by undoing his trousers and opening them into a revealing V shape. He saw the bulge and his breathing became a little strained, heavier, of course he was besotted with Dorian but the very hard realisation of this being his first time washed over him like hot rain.
Dorian was almost naked at this point while Alucard still hadn't so much as taken off a boot. ]
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Focus separated somewhere between the drag of a hot tongue over the shallow mark, and Alucard's face, bare and pale as it hung over him. A callused thumb swept instinctively at the diluted tear-track to clear it away.
That word cut through the precarious silence. The answering laughter from Dorian was airy and soft.
However this had evolved, he couldn't fathom ending it now. The bite mark sat like a badge on his chest to match the one on his arm, red and mottled by the pressure of lips; both stung as he shifted onto his elbows, though now it was a vaguely pleasant burn. Intimate in its acuity.]
Ah... Allow me?
[Feeling clumsy as though he'd never done this before - untrue but convincing in the moment - Dorian reached down to drag trousers and underclothes off the rest of his lower body. His hands worked efficiently, delicately to strip himself, drawing his knees up toward his own chest to allow the completion of the movement. There was another thrill in being the only one completely bared under those scrutinizing eyes. Having a new partner look down on all of him: the sculpted muscle, dark skin browned by a loving sun, smooth and waxed for endless inches, not a blemish beyond the indentations placed by Alucard's teeth. His cock was swollen where it tucked in against the crook of a thigh, leaking pearly precome in betrayal of how much he enjoyed the attention.
He let out a slow breath, then another, trying to keep his heart from racing.]
Come here. Touch me.
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Beautiful he thought as he unabashedly looked his body up and down.
A dry swallow; one in which he felt his Adam's Apple bob. His fingers reached out, feeling seared by desire. When they made contact with the soft curve of Dorian's upper thigh he could've sworn that his flesh scalded him. As measured as his movements were there was an underlying desire, a dark lust that he held back. A hidden beast, savage and cruel, biting at the imaginary bars of its cage. He ran his fingertips, punctuated by the tips of his nails, up that lush curve towards his crotch.
A soft, trembling exhale. When he spoke his voice was low and warm ]
I fear... that I will ruin your beauty Dorian.
[ Finally, after what felt like an age, his fingers felt just how hard his cock was. Curling delicately around its girth and sliding up, thumb finding the dot of moisture at its tip and rubbing it experimentally over the slit from which it had seeped.
As Alucard did this his other, free arm snaked around Dorian's back, supporting his frame, fingernails pressing into his shoulder blade. He leaned in close so his lips could find Dorian's neck once again. An open-mouthed kiss against his throat, marked with a dangerous, teasing scrape of his teeth against his skin there. ]
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The fingertips were cool to the touch against bare skin recently warmed by clothing. A shiver dragged across his nerves. Alucard's route was unknown to him - he couldn't tell whether those fingers would reach for his waist, or up to his throat, or into the spread of his legs.
Alucard's voice was methodical. He wanted to pull him down and hear it pressed against his ear, every vibration of lips and tone.]
You haven't seen yourself lately, have you? [He purred the admittance, gaze dragging from the vampire's beautiful face down the broad landscape of a chest, down to the kneeling position he held between Dorian's knees.] I didn't invite you into my bed out of pity. I'm not a nice man.
[It was selfishness, maybe, his desire for him. Craving as much physical affection as he would be given on the point of dangerous teeth.
And then those slender fingers circled in a loose band around the width of his cock, reeling a sharp noise from Dorian's throat, body shuddering in the hold, pressing every inch closer, rolling hips in demand for a firmer grasp. He could feel himself twitch in the cage of those fingers, slit leaking more steadily, dick so rigid it ached in the cradle of that elegant palm. He was surprised by the force of his own pleasure. Alucard's mouth hung in the vulnerable dip of his throat now, all that kept Dorian from bolder movement. It was like being held pliant in an animal's jaws. His hands swept up Alucard's spine, tugging fabric to get beneath the back of his shirt, to feel the bare plane of skin hidden there if he could.]
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You are made of light--[ The sentence was paused by another, long moan of desire. ]--I could see it in you in at the fair, in that dingy little corner and now... it's blinding. But as it blinds me I want to feel it, taste it.
[ Dorian was the beauty to his beast and he wanted him to heal him so desperately, to make him feel mortal and fragile and young.
Careful hands had somehow slipped under his shirt and the touch, minimal as it was, had his back arching. He released his grip of Dorian, momentarily, to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside like the worthless barrier it was. Cruel in keeping him apart from this night of passion. Under it, a perfectly sculpted, toned body like polished marble carved by an old master. Flawless, but for the horrible scar which had just been out of sight with the covering of his clothing. A diagonal gash from his collarbone down to his hip bone. And not just a wound from a blade, but it looked as though the weapon had been molten, seared with fire. The skin was not just scarred but mottled, textured and deformed. The original wound must have been near fatal, even for someone of Alucard's constitution - after all, it had never healed, never disappeared, which was very unusual for him.
He didn't seem ashamed of it, made no move to hide or conceal it. Rather he leaned back in again, affectionately resting his cheek against the familiar crook of Dorian's neck. ]
Tell me what you want, or move me to do it if you'd rather not sully your tongue with it.
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Cruel, for how much Dorian wanted to hear it. That private part of him which craved intimacy beyond his body, a real connection that would not fade in the light of day. Perhaps he was fooling himself again; better to steer his mind away and expect nothing.
When the shirt was shed and tossed, Dorian's hands lifted automatically to scour the bare landscape available to him. His fingertips came into contact with the edges of the scar, a hitch of surprise in his breath, touch gentling just to the flat of his palms when Alucard lowered back down. He wondered what caused such a violent mark, something that would have easily killed anyone lesser.
Dorian found himself hurting for the sight of it. He wanted to offer pleasure to soothe whatever pain existed in the past. Nuzzling in, his lips found the curve of Alucard's jaw, up to his ear and over those silky strands of hair.]
Darling, sullying my tongue is all I desire to do. [Hands mapped now over Alucard's shoulders and back, dragging the blunt of nails gently down his spine as far as he could reach, shifting so his legs cradled the vampire's weight on top of himself.] And you'll find my imagination for the obscene rather limitless. How could I possibly choose? I'd have you just like this, your hand on my cock as before, a touch delicate enough to drive me mad. I'd take us both in my own hands, to give you the same. I'd beg you let me have you in my throat, so that I might enjoy the taste of your cock on my tongue instead. I'd even have you fuck me, if you put me in your lap. I could show you how.
[His mouth angled into a cheeky smirk, legs squeezing Alucard's middle.]
Which is it?
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Infallibility and vampires were polarised that preternatural perfection had come to be expected of all kin. So perhaps it was nice to have a scar like that. Making him undead but not unmarked, perfect in his imperfection.
The poor thing tried to resist him, to not let his sensitivity show, but the warmth of Dorian's hands with the tantalising drag of his nails had him shivering. Him, an immortal monster shivering in ecstasy at a single action. Where Alucard reigned in his violent capabilities now Dorian had the upper hand. The lewd flurry of suggestions that tumbled from his lips were enough to make him feel weak.
Not the sort of powerlessness one would expect from failed combat, but a doe-eyed and biddable sort of submission. A want to yield to not one but all of Dorian's very specific suggestions. If he had been able to, he would almost certainly be blushing.
He felt the warmth of Dorian's lips on his jaw, the momentary bristle of his facial hair and even the sensation of cleanly shaven skin around it. Delicate, precise but also masculine and powerful if he wanted it to be. He had meant to answer, he really had, but the thought of those lips was just too tempting for him and he tilted his head just enough to catch them, leaving Dorian's question hanging (for a moment at least). The notion of 'sullying his tongue' echoed in his head - such a delightfully terrible thought (and a tempting one too) His lips still cool against Dorian's, despite his intermittent feeding, he didn't want to stop kissing him, he wanted to drink him in, swallow his essence through their lips.
But he stopped himself, he had to, Dorian's question was burning a hole in his heart. Unable to pull too far away he whispered his response close enough so that his mouth and nostrils could fill with the scent of him. ]
And if I were--[ The hand, which only minutes earlier had been busy with Dorian's cock, moved to cradle that strong jaw. ]--to fuck you like that. How would it feel, would you enjoy that, Dorian.
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The question didn't feel like one. Dorian's lips now spread in a smile, darker and indolent, tipping his head back so it laid across one of the bed's flat scratchy pillows. Alucard's hand cupped under his chin and kept him angled forward, their faces close. The direct eye contact was intimate in a wholly other way.]
Oh, I'm quite certain I'd enjoy it.
[When was the last time he'd been fucked? Crudeness aside, not since arriving here, and not in the months prior. He had spent most of that time traveling to and from Tevinter - though he cared little for scandal that might follow him, the opportunity to satisfy himself never arose. And there were other matters on his mind. Realizing the absence now, Dorian ached for it.
That earlier shudder felt underneath his hands emboldened him. He pushed, attempting to roll Alucard onto his back with their positions still locked, so that he'd remain with his legs open over the vampire's lap. The goal was to get himself sitting upright if Alucard allowed it, then settle his weight over what he hoped was a stiff tented erection, still trapped beneath clothing.]
To feel you inside me, hot and hard... [Dorian reveled in the filth on his own tongue; it wasn't often someone wished to hear it. Their loss, of course. His voice was a low drawling pitch.] Fucking me open as much as I could bear. There's nothing else like it.
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You humans--[ He said with a fondness for Dorian that betrayed his words. With so much love and affection for him that he felt like his heart could give way at any moment. ]--always so sure of yourselves.
[ There was no resistance at Dorian's touch, if anything he enjoyed the little bit of force. With it Alucard settled onto his back, pale hair a golden halo for his unearthly features, eyes locked on Dorian's with an uncharacteristic warmth and lustre. And beneath the angelic countenance his slim neck opening into elegant collarbone and shoulders, robust and sturdy. A broad chest that hid the urgency of his half-human heart leading down to a tapered waist defined with tone and shape. And beneath that, the hem of bulging, leather trousers concealing an ache for Dorian that he could not, and would not want to, hide.
His weight on him felt so deeply satisfying; his warmth and the pressure brought out another precious shudder from him. And as if that wasn't erotic enough, then came that filthy commentary of his. ]
My God--[ He whispered, reaching up with both hands like a needy babe desperate for satiation. His fingers finding the smooth plains of Dorian's chest, letting them lazily run down his skin in no particular pattern or order. ]--Are you trying to will me into pleasure with your words alone, or is there any substance to that dirty mouth of yours?
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Dorian dragged his hand from one shoulder down that broad chest, careful, as though painting a blank canvas. Deft fingertips followed the abraded edges of the violent-looking scar. He pressed the warm flat of his palm directly over Alucard's heart. He wondered if he would feel it beating, how different a creature this was, if he would have the satisfaction of making that pulse quicken. At the same time Alucard reached for him, he arched into the touch, needy in the sudden grind of hips over that warm lap. He settled his weight just enough to feel the rigid line of Alucard's covered cock nestled against the curve of his own ass.]
Try to have some patience, if you can.
[Maker, but he was so beautiful - golden hair fanning across the bedspread, an angular face inset with those desirous gold eyes, the bow of his pale mouth, the strength in toned muscle. However Dorian might have the upper-hand at present, he wasn't convinced he necessarily held real power in this dynamic. The bright, glaring red marks on his chest and the inner crook of an arm spoke for that. But that was fine. He had power elsewhere.
Dorian bent over him in admission of those hands to touch while he reached for the stand beside the bed. He wasn't so stupid not to have supplies for this event; he was no amateur. One hand hunted the bottle of lubricant - a thankful convenience of this world - at the same time his mouth fastened onto one of Alucard's nipples, feeling it tighten under the wet graze of teeth and tongue. Another grind of hips punctuated the movement, summoning a moan out of himself as he felt his dick drag over the flat of Alucard's abdomen. A two-sided torture. Once found, he tossed the lubricant to the side and switched to the other nipple to apply the same attention, so they'd both be left shiny with saliva.]
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Dorian moved like a serpent over him, each gesture fluid and elegant. There was a cruel expertise to each careful touch, calculating and wicked. Alucard's years of solitude and an adolescent bereft of affection were not just showing, they was blinding. All attempts at composure and decorum seemed like distant ideals, rules forged on a tablet that Dorian could shatter with a single caress.
When he bent over him, his hands had made their way down to Dorian's hips and one settled comfortably there but the other reached up to feel the warmth of his cheek against his palm. He felt the muscles in his cheeks and jaw move and then--oh God. His lips around his sensitive and pert nippples, two sweet blushes of pink on the white contours of his chest. And that hot, hard pressure against his belly. It was all too much, too much lust, too much longing. The cradling fingertips dropped to the bed with a soft thud before tightening into his own hair.
The sound he made was pure pleasure; exquisite. It sounded like crystalline love and adoration, a longing, a lock that had only one key to fit it. His loins ached, beyond arousal it crossed over the border into pain. The hand on his hip squeezed him, firmly but not to hurt. Almost as if scolding him in a gesture. ]
Y--[ He stammered, his words almost entirely air with just the hint of a hot whisper. ]--You mean to break me, to drive me mad.
D..does it always feel like this?
[ What an awful question, one Alucard didn't realise was so terrible.
Either answer would likely affect him - if sex always felt like this then this moment was not special at all.
But what could be worse, was if this was different. What then? What gravitas did this union have if this was indeed special and particular. ]
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But that question brought Dorian to pause. He lifted his head, mouth laying a few stray kisses in the journey from throat to jaw, up to Alucard's pretty mouth, before he leaned back in a straddled perch. It sounded so truly tormented.
He found he wanted to give it a truthful answer. One with all of his attention. Dorian lowered himself to a bent elbow on the bed, lengthening his body, their chests in warm contact. It was a struggle to pull himself out of the narrow haze of pleasure, and even at that he wasn't entirely successful. His expression was gentler in recognition of Alucard's inexperience. Better to consider it that than something more suggestive of compatibility and romanticism. Physical desire would be easier to understand.]
Mmm. Not usually, as much as I'd like to hope so. I... was not expecting to find you so irresistible. [Dorian's bronze-skinned fingers stroked stray threads of golden hair from the vampire's face.] I won't break you. Not unless you request it of me. If it's too much, I'd ask you to let me know.
[His free hand fetched the lubricant, working to spread some across his knuckles, then reached for the hand on his hip and intertwined slender white fingers in a slippery clutch. He brought their handhold up briefly to kiss the dry inner skin of Alucard's wrist, before leading down behind the curve of his own ass. If allowed, he was more than content to direct Alucard to the hot crease of his hole. Already a shiver took him over. Dorian leaned, mouth seeking an ear.]
But now, I'd very much like to feel these beautiful fingers inside of me.
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When he managed to summon the words they were the ghost of syllables, private and soft, just for Dorian’s ears. ]
I don’t think I have it in me to tell you to stop.
[ Of course he didn’t want to be broken in two but perhaps if it was Dorian who was doing the breaking then it wouldn’t be so terrible. No, less of a cold, hard snap and more of a persistent wearing and tearing; a slow bend that would give way into a rapturous, pleasure-filled submittance.
Just as he submitted to Dorian now.
How he wanted to lay his soul as open as his body, if he drank his blood then let Dorian devour what shadow of a soul it was he possessed.
He felt so grateful that those soft grey eyes of his weren’t looking at him now as he verged on the edge of his fantasties. How he felt the delicate, supple texture of Dorian’s most private places, the firm curve of his buttocks and then that tender stretch of skin between them. His fingers trembled, not with fear or nervousness but with anticipation. The painful, tantalizing wait had brought him to a pique of excitement.
The tapered, slick tip of his middle finger eased its way inside him, followed by a very vocal moan. The grip around the digit a cruel, wicked taste of what his crotch now ached for. He inched the finger in, bit by bit, exploring, educating himself.
Another moan, heavier and lower than the first, this teasing too cruel, it was too heartless to make him measure his desire like this. He felt pressure around the second of three knuckles of his finger and he shivered so hard Dorian would have doubtless felt it. ]
Y..you--[ It was almost accusatory. ]--you are the irresistible one. I ache with desire.
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No? Even after those displays of strength you gave before? Surely you've more will than you know.
[It was a tease, even as he found himself strung with threads of tension at the first breach of a fingertip at his hole. Not new, not even unfamiliar, yet such an intimate invasion that he'd almost forgotten how it felt to surrender this private part of himself over to someone else. And someone he'd only just met. Dorian could never claim he was very wise - only that he had such a fatal weakness for beautiful men, even those whose teeth had bitten him twice now in claiming hunger.
His head bent down, brow resting on the tuck of a shoulder. Dark lashes fluttered at the burn of that knuckle. It felt so acutely good, even at the tight band of resistance, the sort of carnality he craved. Dorian's fingers loosened where they now held that thin, pale wrist, trailing briefly over the elegant forearm, reaching his bicep, squeezing there.]
You can give me more. I certainly won't break.
[And Maker, he wanted more, that ache for penetration undiluted in the moment, only getting hotter. A dry palm spanned down Alucard's tight abdomen to the crux of his thighs and beneath his own seat in his lap to feel the shape of his cock beneath fabric. A thumb toyed with the tab of the zipper, eyes on that rapt face. He always liked to see the effects of such attention.]
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Alucard so longed to say something clever back, to snap an equally witty and charming response to him, but his lust was too strong and all that came out of him was another longing moan. The need in its tone ripe and tender, his eyes rolling back as they closed and his mouth agape, perfect white teeth and fangs framed by delicate, pink lips. The hunger in him felt insatible, he didn’t just want to fuck Dorian he wanted to consume him completely.
Another moan, this one almost pained. He was holding back, restricted. He felt lightheaded and confined, as though still drugged. His senses hypersensitive because of Dorian’s ceaseless temptations. The invitation to have more of him taken, a second finger eased its way in as he drew the first back. Slow at first, cautious and precise, but as he felt his palm flush against his behind the movement became rhythmic and stronger. Less calculated and more carnal; fingers fucking him and thoughts turning wild at just how that would feel on his cock.
His cock which was painfully constricted and begging to be released from the confines of his trousers. ]
… touch me.
[ He pleaded, his voice no more than a dry whisper. ]
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