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[That's very mean of you to make me choose between those two, I love them both so much. Ummm... Let's go Dorian.]

[ Oh so mean]

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[There was always an event at the Gray Estate every week if not everyday. Ethan had quickly grown accustomed to the loud and frivolous and extravagant parties during his stay there whether they be of the sexual nature or simply formal, for the most part. You never knew with Dorian. In fact, Ethan had come to like it better than the all too peaceful and quiet of Malcolm's estate and the pub he'd been staying at before.

The place had a life of its own, even if it was Dorian breathing his own life into the parties, an eerie quality to it. Ethan still didn't know what it was, or why Mr. Gray seemed so...different. Different from different, actually.

No matter. He's given up on it some time ago, and besides, he's been utterly captivated when he noticed Dorian staring at him from across the long dinner table after feeling someone watching him, making the hairs on his nape stand.

Ethan's smirk was warm and soft, his slightly narrowed eyes giving a hint of darkness as he raised a glass to Dorian and took a sip from it. He still didn't understand why they had to sit so far away from one another. Maybe it was all Dorian's plan to make Ethan desire him more strongly than usual. It was working to say the least, because while Ethan kept conversation going on his end, he'd always find himself watching Dorian for lengthy periods of time before giving his attention back to those around him.

Not this time. He signaled one of the wait staff over after penning something down on a scrap piece of parchment, folded it, and then handed it to the gentleman.] Would you mind giving this to Mr. Gray?

[The waiter journeyed down the long line of the table to deliver the message, inside the folded parchment read: It's my turn to torture you. Meanwhile, Ethan watched, a thumb skimming across his lower lip as his gaze suddenly became hungry and lustful.]

[ Dorian had so many affairs from orgies to more quiet tone down events. It was simply the way he lived, from moment to moment, enjoying the pleasure that came from the swirling music or the rush of bodies pressed against him. Ethan hand been a wonderful house guest, from the harsh, intense sex they had to being an utterly charming man to parade around at parties and balls. An american caused quite a stir event among the deviants that Dorian called friends.

Not to mention Ethan had a certain amount of...darkness that attracted him. It wasn't as strong as Ms Ives but it was there. Hidden away like that barest touch of a fine brandy. It was the same thing that kept him flicking his eyes over at Ethan all the way down the end of the table, even as his pretty youthful male tried to engage him with the finer points of some new sexual endeavor.

His eyes met his house guests as he raised his glass back, his own eyes dancing playfully before lowering the glass. Dorian could feel those eyes wander back to him again and again during the course of the night, somehow he could pick them out among all the other eyes that wandered his way during this little dinner.

The host of the night was finally getting involved in whatever the person next to him was saying when that waiter finally strolled up next to him. Two delicate fingers picked up that note. Two dark eyes flicked up to meet Ethan's again, Dorian could feel a jolt of need and want go between his legs at the very words. At the sight of that hungry and lustful look on Ethan's face. ]

It seems my American friend here, would like to put on a show.

[ Those words were soft and simple but the entire table fell silent as every eye turned towards Ethan.]

Or is that not the case?

[Jesus fucking Christ. Ethan wanted to mutter under his breath but instead paused in chewing the impossibly delicious food that had been prepared for the event. All eyes were on him suddenly, thanks to Dorian, and the silence was so stiff that he could hear every intake of air. He glanced around, up and down the table, at all those curious gazes before sitting back in his chair, and swallowed his food and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin.

His fingers twiddled on one hand, the others slightly clenched and he just huffed a barely amused air at Dorian's recklessness. Now, he had more intent to strangle the man than pleasure. He knew by now how Ethan didn't like this sort of attention. He was fucking with him.]

I, uh, I believe Mr. Gray has misinterpreted my intentions here. Wasn't trying to put on a show. Besides, we all know you're the one with a flair for the dramatics.

[An awkward sort of chuckle escaped him as he resisted the urge to rub his neck. Goodness, he was going to kill Dorian, especially with the holes his guests were staring into Ethan. They were all looking at him like some exoctic thing, probably only now noticing him as an individual. Why is he here? Why does Mr. Gray keep him around so much. What's so special about the American beyond his barbaric American ways? Ethan can hear the unspoken questions so loudly through their stares, his own grows darker on the host, and he's seemingly restless now.

Fuck Dorian Gray.]

[ Honestly it was worth it if only for the sheer look of panic on Ethan's face to which Dorian simply gave a slow, small smile and a tilt of his head. Dorian was a hundred percent fucking with him. Not that he would have minded being choked a little or that deep underling aggression Ethan was shooting his way.

Dorian takes a long sip of his wine as Ethan stumbled his way though that explanation and finally lowered the glass a moment later with a soft shrug.]

Perhaps I misinterpreted. Perhaps later you'd be more willing to showing off your sharpshooting skills.

[ Dorian eyes danced over at Ethan teasingly, knowing damn well that was a rather cruel joke to play on the other mans but laughter easily broke around the table and people were back to dismissing the American man for the moment. Dorian waved his hand and the waiter set off the bell to tell everyone absinthe and cocktails would be served in the next room since dinner was winding down. Dorian pushed back from his chair and strolled down the long table towards Ethan, his slender body leaning over to brush his lips over his ear as a hand sneaked as quickly as possible over his groin.]

Don't be mad.

[ Though his words were hardly convincing.]

[Motherfucker--

The thought actually growled in his head. He felt humiliated as everyone broke into simultaneous laughter at his expense. Suddenly he can't tell if this was to be an enjoyable night for everyone involved, or if Dorian planned this cruel attack on Ethan's character. Fortunately, he was calm enough to offer a faked amused huff before lowering his gaze, jaw clenched tightly as he pushed what little food he had left around on his plate.

The red that had crept onto his face started to lighten as everyone left for the next room. Ethan, however, remains where he's seated looking incredibly tense and refraining from breaking something and storming out with barely enough convincing from himself.

It's meant to be harmless fun, mostly, he tries to tell himself as Dorian makes his way down. The American flinches from the touch, not knowing whether to lean into or away. He winds up tensing more, in the end.]

You're an asshole.

[He hisses quietly without looking up at Dorian. He doesn't want to see that grin that he can feel against his ear. It's bad enough his silken voice is already enough to soothe some of the tension out of Ethan, but he's also stubborn.]

[ Dorian could tell the other man was tense just by looking at him. His head tilting as he gives a little a nod at the others words. He was an asshole a hell of a lot of time. A charming one but he had his moments that could be seen as...unforgivable.]

I'm happy to admit such a thing...

[ His hand moved down from Ethan's shoulder to easily slip between his legs as his lips brushed over the curve of his ear. His fingers dancing lightly over the others crotch, his thumb finding the mans shaft so easily at this point.]

I thought you wanted to torture me. However? This simply gives you...an extra push.

[ And was quickly as his hand moved over the others cock, it was gone again as Dorian took a step away from the american.]

We have guests to attend too, unless you'd rather we did something else?

[At least he was able to admit it. But then... Fuck that. It wasn't good enough and almost a damn near slap in the face if anything.]

What the hell are you--?

[But if he intends to remove that hand, the fingers idly dancing across his crotch, he doesn't do so. He instead licks his lips, cock hardening under the touch and still refusing to look at Dorian, though, he does catch a glance or two of a few of the guests watching. Christ...

And Christ again. Now Ethan's glaring up at Dorian, standing shortly after that hand is gone to pull him close by the front of his fucking expensive suit.]

Don't play mind games with me. I fucking hate it.

[He breathes out smoothly, sparing another glance to what seems like even more people watching them. With mostly only agitation in his eyes at this point, Ethan turns back to Dorian, the grasp on his shirt loosening some.]

I'm gonna want a flog. [He shrugs lightly.] You kind of deserve it.

[ Dorian should hate doing this but it's fun in it's own way, getting under Ethan's skin like this. He adores the feeling of that cock hardening under his touch. The way Ethan wants to pull away but won't. He even loves those eyes watching him from the doorway- Part of him was even tempted to drop to his knees, slip under the table and force the American to come till he swallowed ever drop. But his hands moves away. In a few hours when it was all done and over, when they were both sweaty and pressed against one another in the confides of his own luscious bed he might apologize for being so cruel in his own way.

But for now it's hard deny the way his breath caught when Ethan tugged him forward with such raw animistic anger. It was so...raw and real it sent a shiver though the immortal unaging man. ]

Not as much as you wish you did.

[ Dorian's words floated over at the other with a smirk. Dorian did'nt bother looking at anyone else, his total focus in this one moment was on Ethan.]

I'm almost certain I do. [ He chuckle as he clicked his fingers, and some random nobody appeared from the door way to present a smooth leather flog on a sliver platter.] Any other requests?

[Ethan's lips curl in agitation the next time Dorian speaks, not because he's arrogant enough to think Ethan doesn't hate those mind games as much as he says, but because Dorian is right. Ethan wished he could hate Dorian's little games fully but the truth is he just doesn't. He hates it even more that the more he looks at those soft, smirking lips, the more he wants to kiss them.

Not now, though. The man doesn't deserve that kind of passion or intimacy. Besides, Ethan's a little taken aback when he's actually served a rolled up flog on a platter. His eyes slide back over to Dorian, briefly, then back to the flog as he takes it from the platter, squeezing the handle and getting a feel for the weight as it unwinds onto the floor with a soft clap.]

Just one more. You should tell your friends to join us in your playroom if they want a proper show. [Ethan didn't spare them a single glance before he was already walking off to said room where countless other toys were hidden, not to mention a setup where Ethan could bind Dorian's wrists above his head and ankles to the floor.]

And bring the fucking absinthe. [He practically spits the words over his shoulder.]

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