Last night

Disclaimer: I do not own Dorian or Tom. I believe Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde do.

Warning: Contains slash and implied discipline. It that stuff freaks you out do not read any further.

Rated: R, just in case

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Italics = flashback and Tom's thoughts

############### Tom's POV ###################

I snuggled up closer to Dorian's body. He felt so warm and cuddly. He smelled really good too. I was so in love with this man.

"Dorian?" I asked.

"What?" he replied, gruffly.

"Are we gonna tell the others, about us I mean?"

"Sssshhh, go back to sleep and we'll discuss it the morning. I need my beauty sleep."

"You are already beautiful," I said wrapping my arms around him.

"You are going to be the death of me, boy," he replied, kissing the top of my head.

I smiled and went back to sleep.

Last night was still fresh in my memory. That kissed I shared with Dorian. It was so wonderful. Even though it did get me punished. Most of my deeds did.

I loved the way Dorian was so stern and controlling, like a father. I never had a father. At first I looked toward Quartermain, but he should no interest in playing daddy toward me. I didn't even think Dorian showed interest in me. He was such a bastard to me back at the house. The dumb queen thought I had an interest in Mina. Yeah right. She wasn't my type. She wasn't a man.

I loved the way Dorian tied my hands behind my back, scolding me as he did it. The way the brush hit me on the backside, making me skin flush and burn. I didn't want him to stop. I begged him not too.

"I have to stop, silly boy, or you won't even be able to walk tomorrow," he said, running his hand along the marks he made.

"I don't care," I whined.

"You will in the morning. Besides, I don't want to hurt you, just punish you. I think you've been punished enough."

He gently helped me get my pants back on and it was hard to hide just how aroused I truly was. He just gave me a wicked grin and allowed me to get in bed with him.

I moved my body closer to Dorian's. I hated the sea.

"Tom stop moving around. I need my sleep," Dorian moaned.

"Sorry, it's just hard getting to sleep," I whined.

"Oh, you poor thing," he said.

He kissed me and told me that if I didn't stop moving around, he would put me in Dr. Jekylls room.

"Do you love me Dorian?" I asked.

"Of course I love you, you prat. But if you call me daddy, the deal is off."