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Well, I don't know, Tobias. Are you a masochist? Maybe you kind of like it. I am very cute.

I certainly missed you. The real world is so much duller.

So, you were ported out? Is that what you're trying to say? [Toby is conflicted.] Did you have fun in hell, Customs Officer?

Yes, I guess I was. Hell was a barrel of laughs. [He says it derisively.] Topside New York City wasn't much better. I remembered nothing until today, when they snatched me up again.

[In Toby's mind, there's a little snort of laughter.]

You must look so silly talking to yourself right now.

—Oh, shut up.

[Toby feels tired of being the fool but is also too exasperated to care about looking like he's talking to himself. Still, he decides to at least try sniffing Abduxel out.]

So you didn't remember anything about this place when you went back?

[Why do they always have these sorts of roundabout conversations?]

[It won't be that hard to sniff Abduxel out. Toby should quite quickly be able to discern at least some direction. He did have to use blood magic for this enchantment he's casting now, although he tried also to mask the smell; he isn't very good at that, still, because he simply doesn't have the sort of smell that a vampire does. You can't hide what you can't see, yourself. It's more like slightly poor camouflage of the smell than truly hiding it. He's some ways away, sitting behind a short decorative wall.

Abduxel can't sense that Toby is searching for him, or that Drew is in Toby's head, in a sense, too; this is purely a walky-talky system, rather than a full-scale invasion. He isn't capable of that. Lucky for Toby.

The disembodied voice laughs when Toby tells him to shut up.]

You're just used to looking crazy, aren't you. That's cute.

No, I remembered nothing, not a bit. But I remember everything from home now. All the new things I learned. Oh, but I'm so happy to be back.

[Indeed, more than Abduxel himself, Toby catches a gunpowder-like metallic scent and follows it. Soon, he's at the low wall and snatching at Abduxel in not-actual-rage.]

Welcome back, then. [He tries to drum up anger here, but the mockery in his head guarantees that's not going to happen.] When did you port in again?

[There's a weird echo as Abduxel yelps aloud as well as in Toby's head, before he simply severs the psychic connection.

He lets himself get snatched up, and grabs onto Toby's wrists to steady himself.]

Beautiful as ever, Tobias Matthews. What a warm welcome. I came back just this afternoon.

[Being that Drew is so bitter and detests him so much after what's happened, Toby finds himself appreciative of Abduxel's compliments and flattery. He doesn't care whether or not the demon means any of it, so long as he can feel good and feel like existing; he'll cling on to any reason not to die or feel like dying.

Toby lifts Abduxel to his feet and waits for the demon to steady himself. Slowly, he releases the demon, his touch lingering as he pulls away, because... he doesn't know, maybe he wants Abduxel to block out the hatred swelling in his mind.]

I couldn't possibly be all that important to you; how thoughtful you are to visit me.

[ He's quiet a moment as he regards Toby, trying to train his expression to stoicism, but there's still a ghost of that sadistic little grin gleaming in his eyes. After Toby speaks, the pause draws out a moment, and then suddenly he's grabbing Toby's chin roughly with his thumb and fingers. ]

Of course you're important to me. [ The grin spreads. ] Why wouldn't you be?

[Toby gasps in surprise and freezes in place when Abduxel takes hold of him, even though he'd secretly wanted this. He's silent for a moment, the tension between them building while Drew's rage and hatred cuts Toby down because it's this shit that makes him a jerk. So Toby's vampire-heart races, he swallows his anxiety, and he isn't quite sure what to answer.]

Oh, I don't know. I doubt I'm anything more than a plaything.

[And that's not so important unless Abduxel enjoys his toys that much.]

[When Dorian pulls away, Toby is left slightly breathless and longing, and he almost chases after him to just make out some more. His half-lidded eyes shine with lust and need when he glances at Dorian and focuses on his smile.

God, I had better not get hair in strange places. [He manages a laugh before gasping when Dorian pulls away the covers to expose him. His mind is filled with so much rage and hatred, hurt and bitterness, and Toby almost wants to cry but struggles to concentrate only on Dorian.

Dorian, who wants him. Dorian, who presses his soft lips against Toby's cool skin. Dorian, who owns him and adores him even though he's a monster. His breathing slows as Dorian trails kisses up his body, teasing his bare skin, slowly and deliberately arousing him. There are no words to express how much he loves and wants and needs Dorian now.]

Oh, Dorian... [He sighs, his hand goes to Dorian's hair and combs it through his fingers, following along with Dorian until he reaches Toby's lips again.]

[ When Dorian reaches Toby's lips, he kisses again, this time a bit more passionately, tongue once again working his way into Toby's mouth. Dorian steadies himself with both hands on the bed, holding himself up as he moves his body so he's on top of Toby's.

He continues making out with Toby, his Toby, his wonderful Toby who Dorian couldn't see any traces of monster in, no matter what Toby thought or believed. Even now, now that he shared something with Drew, something that Dorian should be a little jealous about, all he could see was his flawless Toby. ]

[It's only through their stupid bond that Toby now knows he and Drew have nothing. Absolutely nothing. Their feelings might bleed into each other and influence one another, but they share nothing at all. Perhaps there wasn't anything from the very beginning, and they'd only been fooling themselves into believing there was.

Toby kisses right back with equal fervour, allowing Dorian to have what he wants. His hands move to strip away Dorian's shirt, and Toby readies himself to lie back as Dorian hovers over him.]

[ Dorian lets Toby strip away his shirt as he leans down on the man, continuing to kiss him, tongue working its way through the man's mouth, Dorian just having a ball.

He presses himself down, closer to Toby, one hand moving from supporting himself to running his fingers through the other man's hair. ]

[Feeling tears welling up as he fights Drew's ire and indignation, Toby slides his eyes shut before moaning into Dorian's mouth. No, he won't let go of Dorian, he won't let himself get swept in the flood of Drew's feelings, he has to hold on... And so, he turns to his senses because through them, he should know what's real, here and now.

The crisp fabric of Dorian's shirt as he tugs it away. Dorian's tongue, probing and tasting him in a passionate kiss. The hand that lovingly combs its fingers through his hair.

A tear or two or three escape, softly rolling down Toby's face, and he worries that Dorian might think he doesn't want this. So his hands go to Dorian's back and pull him closer as they lie down, and his thighs splay so Dorian can settle against him.]

[ Dorian helps slither out of his shirt as Toby tugs it away, still running his fingers through Toby's hair as they kiss more and more passionately, as Dorian lets Toby pull himself closer to the other man. He can't help but notice the tears and is honestly confused for a moment. What? Was something wrong? Was it that werewolf thing? Dorian's so wrapped up in Toby, so dead-set on doing whatever it takes to make Toby happy, that he'd be willing to stop if the vampire wanted him to.

So Toby pulling him closer is definitely not stopping.

The hand that isn't in Toby's hair moves down to Toby's thigh, rubbing and squeezing it. But Dorian...he just doesn't know what to do with his face. Well, kissing, yeah, he's got that, but what the hell should he do with his eyes? He alternates between looking into Toby's eyes and closing them for a moment or two. Those tears threw him off his game more than he wanted to admit and, for once in his life, Dorian doesn't really know what he should do about this. ]

[Sensing Dorian's hesitation, Toby opens his eyes and just...]

I'm sorry, I...

[Pulling his hands away, wipes the tears from his face. Despite telling himself not to, he sniffles; then, feeling ashamed for destroying the mood, he slips away from Dorian, unable to face him.]

I know. I know, I've ruined everything... [He seethes.] This... stupid bond.

[Then he hides his face in his hands, wanting to disappear.]

This isn't your fault, [ Dorian says, as if it's obvious. No, right now, Dorian's blaming himself for this, blaming himself for not knowing what to do. Christ, he helped make Toby cry.

He's not the worst boyfriend ever but Dorian's kind of feeling that way right now. ]

You didn't choose that bond. You didn't choose for Drew to attack you. So please stop blaming yourself for something that you didn't choose.

[ no, in Dorian's mind, none of this was Toby's fault. It just 110% was all Drew. ]

If there's not a way to get rid of it, I'll adjust to this eventually. We both will.

[No, he didn't choose this, didn't ask for it any more than he'd asked to become a vampire. But if only he had trusted Dorian, if only he'd been more patient and enduring until he could have an explanation... then none of this would've happened. While Drew hates having anything to do with Toby to begin with, Toby doesn't feel nearly as bitter about everything that happened since the start. No, he knows exactly where he'd made his fatal mistakes; he just didn't know how irreparable the damage was.

This really is the worst way to have woken up. A pack bond ringing between his ears, another one of Dorian's exes, and a hurt-comfort moment gone terribly wrong.]

I hope so. Sooner rather than later...

[It's going to be a terribly long evening.]

[ Abduxel examines his face in a shameless way that probably feels intrusive, hand frozen with a tight grip.

The demon couldn't really tell you the difference between a friend, a lover, an enemy, or a plaything; they all bleed together for him, and he feels similar emotions towards all of them. How he behaves depends more on what gets him a reaction, and on what keeps some sort of spark alive. Any attention is good attention, so long as he himself is kept in one piece at the end of it.

So is he sincere when he says: ]

No, I really did miss you.

[ ...Yes... but what does that mean coming from him? He doesn't think deeply enough about it to be able to answer that, himself. But damn is he glad to be back. ]

Anyway, I take good care of my playthings.

[Snatching Abduxel's wrist in a hand, Toby defiantly wrests his chin out of the demon's grip.]

Ha! Something tells me, we have different ideas of taking "good car" of things.

[He steps back, putting about an arm's length distance between them. It's just enough to make him comfortable.]

Fine—aside from coming because you missed me, what do you want?

Edited 2015-11-08 18:47 (UTC)

[ it's just a massive pit of self-loathing with these two because god, this is all his fault. Granted, he couldn't change the fact that Toby was killed (and is still PRETTY PISSY ABOUT THAT, thanks werewolf), but the only reason Toby went to Drew in the first place was because Dorian was boneheaded enough to let Kaplan kiss him and boneheaded enough not to tell Toby what happened moments after it happened.

Dorian moved himself so that he was laying next to Toby, as one hand still idly continued to play with the vampires hair. ]

If you want, I can try to look into some solutions. I know there are some people here with magic, maybe they could help? I wouldn't tell them specifics of course, but if there's...I don't know, something just to dull that bond, it might be worth it.

[ because he wants to fix this. He wants his Toby back. ]

[The feel of Dorian's hand mussing Toby's hair slowly gets him to relax, and so he wipes his face some more. It looks tear-smeared and puffy-eyed when he finally turns to look at Dorian, but he's putting a considerable amount of effort into not appearing miserable, with only a questionable degree of success.]

Possibly. After all, there are all different kinds of powers from different worlds... Do you think there might be anyone else with a... I don't know, a similar bond thing, someone who might have advice on dealing with it?

[Because some part of Toby still wants to work things out with Drew, is even willing to wait things out before trying to contact him again to reconcile. But it'd obviously be a bad idea to mention this to Dorian.]

Edited 2015-11-09 01:04 (UTC)

Maybe? [ he doesn't know. It's so obvious that Dorian doesn't know, but he can't help but hope and pray that someone out there who isn't Drew knows a thing or two about stupid werewolf bonds. He'd do anything just to make Toby happy again. ]

I'll ask around. I know a bizarre amount of the supernatural community here, one of them has to know something.

And jobs, as well - idle hands are the devil's playthings, or so they say. It's hard to wreak havoc if we're keeping ourselves busy.

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like he should be wearing anything at all xD shirtless is good; anything else, they can remove later

aw yeeeeeeeeah

but dorian was wearing clothes, right? i would think he might've been, lmk if i need to edit, haha

he would, yup!

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