for Dorian (makingmyway)

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Dark Orym AU




[The world has changed significantly in the months since the Apogee Solstice. The ceremony, the plans of Ludinus Da'leth had not gone exactly as expected. But they had, in the end, been successful enough. Predathos itself had not been fully released, not physically, but the very essence of it had been called down from Ruidus, broken out of its chains and left with only one choice of where to go.

Orym had been in the wrong place at the wrong time -- or perhaps the right -- an attempt at dislodging the obsidian-like orb that had been the Raven Queen's Champion, the Tempest's Lover. The machine had fired anyway, and for the halfling who had been caught straight in that beam, everything was pain and red.

When he woke, he hadn't been himself. Not entirely. He remembered everything, knew who he was, but he was something more now, something that hungered for so much more than Orym had ever desired. His own desires remained, though they'd been turned to near desperate obsessions. He would not lose anyone else that he loved in this absurd struggle; he would not allow it. It was that reflexive need brought on the bright and blinding flash of light that sent Bell's Hells and their allies scattering to the winds, teleported far enough away to be safe in a very broad sense of the word.

As the lights faded and the smoke cleared, as Ludinus and the rest realized what had happened, Orym had felt this new power course through him. And soon everyone came to know it. He'd killed Da'leth and Thull with little more than a glance. A swift death was more than they deserved for what they had been responsible for, what they'd done to Will and Derrig, what they'd tried to do to Laudna. From there, well, Paragon's Call and the Ruby Vanguard answered to him now. Orym, formerly of the Air Ashari, now of the Red Moon. Soon the world would answer to him, and this ridiculous play of gods and monsters would be over.

At his command, his forces have been trying to locate and bring back the rest of his friends. If he can keep them close, he can keep them safe. By now though, he knows that his friends have banded together to fight him. It stings, of course it stings, but he knows that they just don't understand. It doesn't change that he cares for them, and his people have been given strict instructions that while Bell's Hells and the Crown Keepers are to be fended off, they are not be irreparably harmed. They are dear and precious to Orym, and his anger while still quiet and subdued is lethal these days.

He misses his friends. Most nights he holds the sending stone and calls out to Dorian, just wanting to hear his voice, to know that he is safe. But there never seems to be an answer. It doesn't stop him, and most nights the words are simple. 'I hope you're okay, Dorian. I just want to hear your voice again. I miss it. I miss you.'

Today the skirmish that has broken out has been a violent one. Sometime during the fighting, Dorian seems to have been separated off, and the bard has taken a significant amount of damage. Maybe that's what has brought Orym actually out to the battlefield. He so seldom joins the fight these days, but this.

This requires his presence.

Dorian is here. Of everyone that he's wanted to see, the Air Genasi is the one who has had his heart aching the most, the feelings that he'd done so much to try to hide for Dorian's sake, no longer feeling that need to be hidden. Who else could protect him better than Orym? No one. He can give Dorian the world if he wants it, anything.

So when Orym slips in on the edges of the fray, when he sees one of his mages level a spell that sends Dorian sprawling to the ground, the halfling's voice rings out, stern and unyielding.]

Enough.

[He punctuates the words with a gesture towards the Paragon's Call member who had made the attack. A crimson hand appears and wraps itself around their throat, squeezing the life out of the solider slowly.]

You will not hurt him.

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[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The kiss is what has the tears flowing over, running down his cheeks. But he leans into that kiss, melting against those lips.]

I trust you. I trust you more than anyone, but I don't want you hurt. I...

[He falls silent, eyes shutting. When he opens them again it's clear that Orym has been pulled back down into the depths.]

See? Safe and sound, so long as you do your part.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian reaches up to brush the tears away with his thumbs. ] I’ll be all right, Orym.

[ He wants to say more, but he’s watching the other man closely, and he immediately sees the change. He doesn’t move away though, taking a breath to try to calm himself. ]

You have my word. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours to have.

[ Then he pauses for a moment as a thought comes to him. ]

And he won’t… see what happens? He won’t know about… this?

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Oh? Are you being shy, pet?

[That's adorable is what it is. His eyes are fixed on Dorian's face.]

No, I can keep him in the dark if that's what you prefer. For now.

[He lets that last bit linger.]

You're wearing too much. Strip.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian feels his heart sink a bit at the veiled threat. More than anything, he’s worried about Orym finding out, because he’s scared Orym will never look at him the same way again if he knows what happened. Whether because Orym would never forgive himself or if…

Either way, he doesn’t know what he would do if Orym acted differently around him because of this. The only way he could make it through is knowing he still had him, could still be with him.

But there’s no time to think about that for now, as the creature in Orym’s body gives the order. He can’t help flushing a bit at it, but he obeys all the same and begins to unbutton his shirt. ]

…I have to say, I am a bit surprised that this is what you’re asking for. I didn’t realize a god-eater would be interested in… connecting with a mortal.

[ Was he stalling? Maybe just a bit. But he can’t help being curious too. Predathos had said something about drawing energy from him, but is this really how he’s going to do it? ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Maybe I've been won over by your beauty.

[And some part of it is very much that Predathos is not immune to his current vessel's heart. Orym loves Dorian, and it's hard to escape that entirely, even for the god-eater. But there is a very practical piece of this as well.]

You'll be a source of energy for me as well. And I intend to enjoy it.

[He floats backwards a bit so he can have a better vantage point.] Stop stalling.

[makingmyway]

[ His cheeks flush a darker violet, but he does consider the words. So Predathos can take energy from this as well? Was that a result of sharing a body with Orym?

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he shrugs out of his shirt and drapes it over his arm, intending to put it away later. Then he undoes the ties of his pants and slowly lowers them down his legs, stepping out of them and his boots, standing naked before the god-eater completely naked. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Not-Orym hums to himself, taking a long moment of taking Dorian in, the sight of him. The hunger in him is carnal as well as that need for energy.]

My good little whore, so ready to sell yourself for what you want.

[He lifts his chin.]

Touch yourself for me.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian bristles a bit at the words, but bites his tongue, knowing he has to play nice. If he steps out of line, it could spell disaster for Orym.

Still, the command has his heart thumping in his chest, and swallowing the lump in his throat he nods, and his fingers slowly wrap around his cock. He shudders, and the soft length quickly begins to harden as he strokes himself, feeling the heat of the other man(?)’s gaze on him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Those dully glowing red eyes were laser focused on the genasi, like a predator watching their prey. Which really, close enough.]

Good boy... that's it...

[He lingers, hovering a few feet away from Dorian.]

What are you thinking of right now, pet?

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly as he continues stroking himself, his length rapidly filling with heat. He feels the presence of the creature in Orym nearby, which only makes his heart beat faster.

The question has him faltering a moment. Honestly he had just been thinking about getting this over with as quickly as he could, but that didn’t sound like a good thing to answer with. ]

I-I… I’m just… a bit embarrassed… doing this in the hall…

[ Which is true enough. He has no idea where the Vanguard members are, but he can’t help feeling a bit self-conscious standing naked in the middle of a corridor in the base, not sure where anyone else is. The thought of someone coming across them like this…

He bites back another groan, his fingers trembling a bit. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Afraid someone will come along and see you performing for me, pet?

[A little laugh at that and he let his head cant to the side.]

You look so pretty, with that blush on your face. But... if you ask nicely, perhaps we can move this to the bedroom. It might be more comfortable anyway.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian swallows the lump in his throat, another moan rumbling out of him as he continues stroking his length, not sure if the being would get mad if he stopped without permission but not wanting to risk it. ]

P-Please… may we go somewhere… private? [ He hesitates, before adding in a soft, low voice. ] I-I wouldn’t want anyone else to see what’s supposed to be yours.

GETTING IN ONE TAG HERE AT LEAST MWAHAHA

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

As you wish.

[See? He could be generous, given the right motivation.. Or maybe this had been his plan the entire time. It was difficult to say. Whatever the reason, he floated closer to Dorian, reaching a hand up to catch a lock of that ombre hair and twist it slowly around his fingers.]

You are right. I do not wish to share you.

[But the entity that was no longer exactly Orym meant that in perhaps an ominously possessive way.

With another flicker of a smile, all at once they would both flicker out from where they were, reappearing in what would probably be a familiar bedroom -- except nearly everything in it had been broken in what was an unmistakable fit of rage.

He'd not taken Dorian's being rescued well at all.]

SO SNEAKY

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian shivers at the slightest tug of his hair as it’s wrapped around Orym’s finger it is Orym’s finger even if it’s Predathos who’s doing it), but the words are what really send a chill through him, knowing what the entity really meant.

He holds his breath, his heart racing as he waits, but then suddenly they’re back in their bedroom. Except it’s a complete mess, and Dorian draws a breath as he just barely avoids some broken glass by his feet.

He’s about to ask what happened, but he’s realizes it pretty quickly. ]

You… um…

[ A part of him thinks to say something, but he isn’t even sure what. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

...I was not pleased to find you gone.

[At least there was no blood in this room. That wasn't true for everywhere that he'd rampaged; some people had suffered for the entity's anger.

Shifting backwards, he moved towards the bed, beckoning for Dorian to follow.]

On the bed for me, pet.

[makingmyway]

I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the others would try to rescue me. But I came back as soon as I could.

[ It was a strange thing to apologize for, but he feared that the entity would try to hurt his friends for it, and he hoped that his return would temper that anger.

The command has him hesitating a little, and he has to step carefully to avoid any broken glass or jagged pieces, taking a moment to drape his clothes over a nearby chair before making it to the bed. ]

Is… there any way I’m supposed to address you?

[ This obviously wasn’t Orym. But he isn’t entirely sure it was purely Predathos either. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

I know... and you did come back, didn't you?

[He hovers his way back to settle on the edge of the bed himself. A tilt of his head.]

Orym is fine. It's the name of his vessel... it will do. Besides, you love him don't you? Maybe it'll be easier for you to pretend.

[It's probably not actual a kindness, is it?]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian frowns a little. It feels wrong calling him Orym when it really isn’t Orym, but he nods anyway as he settles on the bed, shifting slightly as he tries not to cover himself. ]

All right.