What I Feel Prt 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody
Rated: R
Warning: implies slashy sex and thoughts of bdsm
For Jane and others I've decided to write about Tom and Dorian's feeling's for each other. So basically it's a bunch of smut and fluff, enjoy. And I've decided to continue the story further, so it's kind of an AU story too.
What I Feel
############ Dorian's POV ########
I sat only in my room, sipping on scotch. Tom was asleep on my bed. Poor boy, I've must have worn him out. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Was it possible that I was in love with the boy?
Dorian Gray does not fall in love. I like to use them and move on. I love to watch hearts break. Yet I felt strong feelings toward Tom. Maybe I was changing.
Not bloody likely! Dorian Gray does not fall in love. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Jesus, self-denial. Never a good sign. I think I am falling in love with him.
I loved the sex, don't get me wrong. I love the way Tom begged and pleaded for me to fuck his brains out. He was so submissive. He was so damn good looking too. Not as good looking as me, nobody was. If he just fixed that hair of his.
I loved to tie him up, to tease him, to hurt him. His screams and moans fascinated me. I missed the pain sometimes, being immortal and all. I loved the way his body would wriggle around mine, the way he always begged for more. Jesus, I sound like a silly schoolgirl.
I was jealous we Quartermain fucked him. I wanted to snap Allan's neck right in half. Listen to me, Dorian Gray getting jealous. I was the one who suggested Tom seduce him. Ah, I was so proud of Tom for doing so well with that, too.
I looked at him, sleeping peacefully. His blonde hair was messy, as usual, he looked so happy. He reminded me of an angel. Oh God, I can't believe I just compared him to an angel. Dorian, snap out of it.
I gulped down the rest of my scotch. Okay, so the boy had power over me. He was the reason I didn't betray the league. He even got me to tell them about M's evil plan. They were all pissed, but Tom told them that at least I was still on their side.
Tom moaned a bit in his sleep. Thinking about me no doubt. Yes, the old Dorian is back. I can't believe Tom almost died. Damn, here I go again.
That pissed me off so much when he tried to risk his life. Stupid, stupid boy. I almost killed him myself for doing that. Jesus, M has my picture. I have to get it back or I will never fuck Tom again.
"Tom, Tom wake up," I said, poking at him with my cane.
"What," he moaned.
"I need you to save my picture when we get to M's hideout," I said, smoothing back his hair.
"Alright, I'll get your picture for you. Can I go back to sleep, now?"
"Sure."
He rolled over and was asleep within seconds. He used to not sleep at all, unless I cuddled with him. God, can you imagine Dorian Gray cuddling? But I did. I heard a banging nose. Damn, that Hyde. Noisy animal.
I changed my clothes and climbed into bed next to Tom. The League knows about us. It was hard not to notice. Anyway, I think Jekyll had a thing for Nemo. That sex I would pay to see. Tom snuggled closer to me.
I laid my head back on my pillow. Jesus Christ, I was in love with Tom Sawyer. That damn American.