KISS WITH A FIST. {dorian}

[PERRY BUCHANON]

There were not many subjects about which Percy Buchanon felt uncertain; generally, he was fairly stubborn and steady-set in his opinions, especially when it came to people. He either liked you or he didn't. He either enjoyed fucking you or he enjoyed slamming your face into a concrete wall; he was not an emotionally complicated person. When it came to feelings, his capacity was that of a teaspoon. Anything deeper than the two most basic emotions (fuck and fight) was too much effort and too much of a bore, so Perry didn't ever bother.

Exceptions, exceptions...
Because then there was Dorian.

Perry just couldn't make up his mind about Dorian Moore.

There were times he'd be wandering around campus alone and he'd see the boy, nudging his face into the crook of Marcus' neck or coyly tangling their fingers together, and despite Marcus' general apathy towards anything that didn't involve blood or roid rage, it made Perry furious. He imagined himself breaking Dorian down, making him cry, making his make up run, bloodying up his fancy clothes, he imagined stamping him out, tearing away that proverbial thorn in his side.

Because Marcus...
well.
Marcus and Perry had a a simple and unspoken understanding that they owned each other. The Princess, as far as Perry was concerned, just did not fit into that equation. Casual fucking was fine - but a relationship?

So, on one side, Perry hated Dorian with a jealous passion that he could never bear to admit.

And yet, it was a rare occurrence that, when in the petite boy's actual presence, he ever really wanted to hurt him. He raged jealous and possessive from afar, but that wasn't anything personal. On the contrary, he almost always found himself delightedly amused by Dorian's short temper and quick wit, his huffy, elitist ego and his utter disregard for what people thought of him.

He was interesting; he was endlessly entertaining and there was no denying that Perry had caught himself more than once tracing the outlines of his slender neck and shoulders with his eyes, admiring slim, starved physical beauty with an appreciative gaze.

So he was conflicted, not that it usually amounted to much emotional unease; Dorian was as easy to use as a friend and a hookup as he was a punching bag, and Perry would indulge in both without batting an eye. By now Dorian expected it from him, in all likelihood.

Today's excuse was half an ounce of very nice cocaine he'd gotten from a charming man named Pablo downtown. He knew Dorian couldn't resist the rush of good angel dust, and hell, the kid was a load of fun when he was coked up and feeling fine.

He made it to Dorian's house (he had a house in college; Perry couldn't help but laugh at how typically Dorian that was) and pressed the buzzer, leaning in towards the camera and making a taunting kissy face.

"Ey, princess, open up."

[DORIAN MOORE]

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Perry Buchanon was the most vile, egotistical piece of shit to ever walk the planet. He was rude, obnoxious and everything Dorian...tended to actually enjoy? No, that was absurd. Dorian didn't like the one thing getting in the way of his and Marcus'...relationship. Not at all. Not even the way Perry's lips curled into a smirk when he saw Dorian and Marcus walk past. The way the boy ran his hands through his hair when he thought Dorian was being over-the-top. The way he laughed gently when Dorian became prissy and uptight - which infuriated the blonde even more.

It was just so...so...fucking annoying.

But the other boy was good for one thing, getting drugs. Dorian didn't want to tarnish his reputation by hanging out with those types. So he just made Perry do it for him, as long as Perry got a cut of whatever it happened to be. Which Dorian thought was fair enough.

He had spent the evening getting ready for Perry's arrival. Trying to look as though he hadn't made an effort at all. His hair was loose, curling down his back. He was wearing one of Perry's old over-sized sweaters from back in high school - he wondered if Perry would recognized it. It only just covered his ass, but it was long enough not to warrant any shorts. His black thigh high socks would make sure he was warm.

When the doorbell rang, he waited a few moments, spraying himself with perfume before making his way to the door. Brushing his hair from his eyes he opened it up a little, leaning against the wood to see Perry making a kissy face at the camera. The blonde raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat.

Not interrupting anything, I hope he said with a typically Dorian smile. Completely innocent, of course. He ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip as he opened the door wider, Would you like to come in? he asked, as if he didn't already know the answer. Or shall I leave you to your reflection?

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry returned the smile with one of his own: it was bright, charming and deeply infuriating, because the second his eyes took in (slowly, and surely, sliding his gaze up and down Dorian's scantily clad little frame) that outfit there was amusement and contempt. Dorian was the most fucking adorable cheap skank date Perry had ever met.

It was terribly endearing.

"Hey honey I'm homeeeeee," he cooed tauntingly, brushing in through the door way, dismissing Dorian's comment about his not-so-attractive facial expressions. "And look, I got you a gift on my way home from the office." He dug into the deep pockets of his hoodie and removed the tightly packed baggie about the size of his fist.

Filled with cocaine.

"Now where's my sandwich... hey," He paused, blinking, taking a step back and once again giving Dorian the once over, expression first puzzled before a shit-eating grin split his mouth.

"i do believe you're wearing my sweater. Dorian you little gypsy."

(He didn't mind; it looked very nice on him indeed.)

[DORIAN MOORE]

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Dorian smirked to himself and closed the door behind Perry, eyes darting to the goods in the boy's hand. Fantastic. He bit down on his lip and let the skin slide though his teeth. Oh, you're too kind to me, he cooed, pulling Perry forward so he could peck the boy lightly on the cheek before taking the cocaine.

I'll make a sandwich after this, alright? he reasoned, beginning to walk towards the kitchen. He paused when Perry spoke again, turning to face the boy before giving Perry a twirl. It's a bit long, he began, hitching up the hem of the sweater a little to reveal his underwear. But it does the job...and as you never used it, I thought I would make the most of it...you're welcome to take it home later.

Dorian stepped forward and took a hold of Perry's hand, leading him into the kitchen. Perching himself on the counter he pulled the other boy between his legs as he examined the little package. So, what, eighty-percent for me...ten for you and ten for Marcus? he teased, his arms snaking up to Perry's neck.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry hummed like any good husband would at the kiss to his cheek, playing along with the facade of stereotypical marital bliss before breaking out of the role to ruffle up Dorian's perfect hair (because yes, he liked Dorian when he was sweet, but he liked Dorian best when he was at the very least annoyed).

He followed the spoiled, breathtaking young man into the kitchen, looking around at the beautiful house and laughing quietly to himself again. "Nice panties," he drawled with interest, wolf whistling and reaching out to teasingly pinch one of Dorian's curvy white thighs. "You're right, it's entirely too long, I vote you take it off. Anyway, I'm sure it looked better on me." He grinned, gladly leaning in when Dorian tugged him closer.

"Beautiful, innit?" he sighed out, looking with great fondness down at the drugs held in the blond's hands. "Fuck no, Marcus gets none of this shit. He'd probably break a wall or something stupid. He doesn't appreciate drugs the way we do, princess." He leaned his hands against the edge of the counter, lazily nudging his face in a playful albeit quirky manner into the crook of Dorian's neck. He nipped lightly at the skin there with his teeth and added, "And not even you could do that much. I say we just snort it till we're bleeding out of both nsotrils, ey?"

[DORIAN MOORE]

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Dorian stuck his middle finger up at the other boy when his hair was ruffled and he spent the next five minutes fiddling with it, trying to put it back into place. He smiled when he felt Perry's fingers on his leg, that's the way it worked. I'm sure you'll be taking it off later, sweetie. he said with a smile as his fingers traced over Perry's chest.

The blonde blushed slightly at his nickname, for show of course, he'd heard it enough times from Perry to be used to it. But he knew the other boy liked getting a reaction. He giggled girlishly when he felt Perry's face met his neck. Bringing the sleeves of the sweater up he covered his face - pretending to hide a blush.

He took in a sharp breath when he felt Perry's teeth on his skin, now that was more like it. He chuckled at Perry's proposal and nodded his head, That sounds fair, Dorian agreed, his hands back on the other boy's chest. But...you know...I'm pretty innocent when it comes to this stuff, so no taking advantage of me, he said looking up at Perry, eyes wide and biting his lip. I mean, I know how much you want to see these panties on the floor... he added with a smile.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry wrinkled his nose at the petname, catching Dorian's hand when it trailed across his chest. "Hey, don't call me the same names you call every other person you sleep with, princess. I'm a man of deep sensitivity." He made a face like he expected Dorian to huff out some sharp witted, contrived come back and leaned down to press a quick, rough kiss to the boy's mouth like he thought he could silence him with it.

Not likely.

When he pulled away, he slipped right back into his usual light hearted i-don't-give-ten-shits attitude. "But you're right, I probably will be taking that off by the end of the night."

As Dorian purred out his innocence-act in such a not-at-all innocent way (Perry appreciated), Perry continued making work on Dorian's neck, nuzzling and nipping and placing hot, lazy kisses up under his ear, fingers combing his hair out of the way. He pulled back, quirking an eyebrow at the blond. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Dorian's.

"Dorian," he said gently.

"...I'm going to get you unbelievably twigged on coke, and then I'm going to fuck you."

[DORIAN MOORE]

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What would you like me to call you then? Dorian teased, his fingers playing the with rim of Perry's pants. He was about to say something else when he felt the other boy's lips against his own. He nearly squeaked in surprise and pulled away until he realised what was happening and pressed back against Perry's lips. They were kissing. They didn't kiss, not until they were sufficiently out of it to both pretend it never happened the next day. It was different, though Dorian found, not entirely unwanted.

He blushed and licked his bottom lip when the other pulled away, hands folded in his lap. Biting his lip to hold back a moan at the attention his neck was receiving, Dorian's foot slid up Perry's leg as slowly as he dared. He smiled and let his fingers walk up Perry's chest as the boy talked, reaching his hair and giving it a playful tug. Tsk tsk, that's not very innocent at all. I'm not sure I can partake in such activities he said, letting out a huge fake sigh.

Slipping down off the counter, Dorian realised how trapped he was between the marble and Perry. Not that he minded. Turning around he wiggled his ass against the boy's crotch, unwrapping their prize and fixing it neatly for both of them. Shame there's no hooker to snort this off, he smirked, bending over the counter and using a straw he'd stashed in a draw, Dorian inhaled the coke as if it was oxygen. Easy.

This better be good stuff, or you're in trouble.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

"My name'll do for now, or your majesty, whatever you prefer. Big Dick is also acceptable." Perry tilted his head slightly to the side, keeping his expression light and innocent despite the rather ridiculous implications and the teasing lilt of his words. The deep, forest green of his eyes sharpened, darkening a little as his gaze followed the way Dorian licked at his lower lip after their kiss.

The kid really did have this sex kitten thing down to a fuckin' T. Perry had to hand him that.

His hand lazily slid down Dorian's bare thigh, over his calf to catch the sneaky little foot creeping its way up towards his crotch, and he grinned, leaning over again to nip lightly at the shell of Dorian's ear. "Do behave yourself, princess," he chastised lightly, releasing the boy and stepping back as Dorian hopped down.

Down to business.

"Well, I'm sure a few more lines will change your mind," he said cheerfully, rolling up a dollar bill and whistling a tune under his breath as Dorian bent to inhale the first of what Perry was sure would be many lines to come that evening. "Scoot over, princess."

He snorted a line that was altogether too much for one sitting and reeled back a little, sniffling, rubbing his nose and grinning somewhat. It had not been his first drug use of the day.

"Who do you think I am? Of course it's good. If I told you what I had to go through to get this shit it'd be enough to make your hair curl, princess~"

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I always behave myself, your majesty Dorian teased, swatting the boy lightly on the chest. He leant back on the counter, watching Perry bending over. Shaking his head he looked away. No...don't even go there, he told himself, looking around the kitchen as though he'd never been there before.

He chuckled at Perry's statement, stepping next to the boy and turning Perry to face him. Well, it would save me having to curl it later, he smiled, cleaning up and taking the boy's hand.

Lets take this to my room...fucking in the kitchen isn't as comfortable as you would think, he said casually, leading the boy up two flights of grand star cases to the top floor. The whole floor was Dorian's bedroom. He had a bathroom, a room for his clothes, a room for his mannequin and his materials and a room for his bed. It was bigger than the one he'd had in high school. More comfortable.

Setting the drugs down on his dresser he turned around, Pulling Perry towards him by the boy's belt loop. Your clothes always did look better on the floor, Dorian commented lightly, looking up at the taller boy as he played with the hem of Perry's shirt.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry somehow doubted that Dorian would enjoy hearing about the things he'd endured to get the drugs and was thus, of course, half tempted to tell him in grotesque detail. But then he glanced over at the boy as Dorian tugged on his hand (and Dorian's hand was so small and pale and soft, like a child's, so delicate and fragile and for a moment he almost couldn't blame Marcus for getting caught up in his charm) and reluctantly changed his mind. It probably wouldn't put Dorian in the mood at all and that was what Perry had come here for.

One must remember one's priorities in the face of temptation.

So he kept his mouth shut and allowed Dorian to lead the way up the stairs, looking at the finery of the boy's room with disinterest. He tilted his head marginally at the coquettish little purr Dorian murmured and grinned. "I could say the same to you, though I bet you'd probably take it as an insult, you and your clothes." He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing the magnitude of fresh bruises and various other minor injuries that were littered across his chest and shoulders. It had only gotten worse since he'd entered college.

He shot Dorian a playful, mischievous grin and took a few running steps forward, snatching the little blond up in his arms and tackling him back onto the bed. "Oh, look where we've ended up so conveniently," he chirped, his hands already working away at pulling Dorian's (his) sweater off over his head.

[DORIAN MOORE]

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Dorian smile faltered slightly when Perry removed his shirt to reveal the harsh marks spread across it. But he didn't have time to dwell on that because he suddenly found himself of his back on his bed. His smiled returned as quickly as it had gone and he let out a girlish squeal before giggling up at Perry, his hand reaching up and stroking down the side of the boy's face. He obediently lifted up his arms so Perry could remove the sweater and squirmed slightly when the cold air hit his chest.

Blushing he sat up on his elbows, leaning forward to tenderly press a lightly kiss on Perry's bottom lip. He smiled softly, trailing the kisses down Perry's neck as his thing fingers traced each of the bruises. He tried not to apply too much pressure, knowing that some bruises stung long after they disappeared.

He looked up at Perry and kissed him again, this time adding a little pressure, a little need. He bit the boy's bottom lip, tugging on the skin slightly. Very convenient, he breathed, his fingers finally reaching the zip on Perry's pants.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry tilted his head, an amused expression washing over his face as Dorian showered him in light, careful little caresses. Those gentle hands fluttered along his sides before resting against his cheek in a manner that seemed almost ridiculously romantic considering the parties involved, and Perry decided he'd had quite enough of that, turning his face and nipping teasingly at Dorian's fingertips. His hands wandered down, fingers hooking in the elastic of the boy's high socks, and Perry sat up, whipping them off with a comical flourish.

"Hey, Dorian," he said lightly, his mouth moving lazily up the inside of the boy's soft white thigh. He bit lightly just to make him jump, his dark green eyes suddenly vindictively mischievous when he glanced up. "I have a question." He leaned forward, hovering a few inches over the smaller boy, closing the distance to press a heated, demanding kiss to that soft baby mouth.

He pulled away an inch, their lips still lightly brushing, and murmured in a soft, poisonously sweet voice, "Do you ever close your eyes when someone's fucking you and imagine it's Marcus?" The look in his eyes was taunting and cruel and curious and lustful, the green of his irises suddenly so much darker than usual. "You loved him~" he purred, tilting Dorian's chin up with his hand and working his lips down the other's slender throat.

He couldn't help it; he loved to be cruel.

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Dorian bit his lip, his arms spread up above his head gripping his pillow as Perry's lips found his thigh. He gasped and jolted slightly at the bite, trying to hide his face against his arm. Frowning a little he turned when he heard Perry's voice - he thought they had done talking. Hmm? he hummed slightly, as if expecting a half decent question. Until he remembered he was with Perry - and 'decent' wasn't in the other's vocabulary.

He returned the kiss, as if interested in the question; when really he didn't care. Until he actually heard what the question was. Dorian frowned, pushing Perry as hard as he could; which incidentally wasn't very hard. Fuck you, he growled, slapping Perry in the face and sliding out from underneath him; sitting on the edge of his bed. He didn't want to think about Marcus. Not now...with Perry there. He knew the two were almost like a troublesome duo - you couldn't have one without the other. But Dorian had been trying to keep them separate as best he could.

Looking at Perry, the frown still on his face, That's none of your business. he snapped, huffing out a breath he had been holding. Trust Perry to ruin the mood - even though Dorian knew Perry liked him more when he was sulking. Or at least a little angry. Dorian would give in - he always did. But he wanted Perry to work a little harder.

Yes. Dorian thought briefly, looking at the floor, sometimes, anyway. He missed Marcus - not that he would admit it, he didn't want people to think he was any weaker. He pursed his lips, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. I need more coke he muttered, walking over to his desk and laying out some more of Perry's gift.

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[PERRY BUCHANON]

Perry grinned rakishly, tugging hard on a lock of Dorian's blond hair when the little thing had the audacity to push at him. "Look who's got their panties in a twist," he observed in impish delight, although the emotion gave way to something much darker when Dorian slapped him across the face. His eyes narrowed for a minute, the mean smile fading slightly into a look that seemed almost a little feral.

Thankfully Dorian had slipped out of his immediate reach at this point; Perry watched the boy's pale white back, calmly considering whether or not he should get the smaller boy back for the hit. He decided against it for now, rising with a false calm from his seat on the bed.

"Of course it's my business, I want to know," he said cheerfully, grabbing one of Dorian's thin white arms roughly and spinning the boy around with minimal effort. He leered down at him. "Why'd he break up with you, anyway?" he pressed on, eager to tear into Dorian's emotional insecurities, find the old wounds and forcibly rip them open.

He wanted to see Dorian cry.

"And you know, Dorian..." His grip tightened, knuckles whitening with the force of his hold on the other boy's arm. "It's a bad idea to hit me, for future reference." He grinned and licked his bottom lip. "It might set me off and I'd hate to ruin that pretty face of yours. After all that's basically all you've got going for you, innit?"

He rolled his eyes when Dorian muttered something about coke and made a 'meh' sort of noise, bending slightly to pick the blond up like a sack of potatoes and once again throw him back on the bed.

"Later," he said. "If you take too much now you won't even be able to get it up and then what'll I do with you?"