Title: One Extraordinary Gentleman
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Tom or Dorian. But I wish I did.
Warning: Light BDSM and slash
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One Extraordinary Gentleman
Dorian felt a strong hatred toward Tom. He hated the way he looked at Mina. If he wasn't own such an important mission, he would have killed him by now. But as much as he hated the boy, he felt a strong passion toward him. He wanted him for himself.
Dorian sat in him room preening himself.
"Why ain't you just one pretty boy," Tom said in his southern accent.
"Get out of my room," Dorian spat, returning to plucking his eyebrows.
"I don't feel like leaving," Tom replied, sitting on Dorian's bed.
"Well, then at least make yourself useful and hand my that brush."
Tom got up and handed Dorian the silver brush engraved with a rose. He pulled it through Dorian's long brown locks. Dorian fought the urge to kiss the boy.
"I see the way you look at me," Tom said.
"What do you mean?" Dorian asked.
"I see the way you look at me. The longing in you eyes. I understand, because I want it too."
Tom leaned forward and kissed Dorian's soft lips.
"I hope that wasn't too bold," Tom said.
"It was and I think you should be punished for it," Dorian replied.
Tom bit his lower lip and handed Dorian the hairbrush. Dorain smiled wickedly.
"Go lie on the bed," he commanded.