Title: Chancing Passion
Author: Phoenix
lina.inverse@verizon.net
Disclaimer: I don't own League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only.
Fandom: League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie and book
Pairing: Dorian Gray/Tom Sawyer
Rating: PG-13 or R
Warnings: yaoi aka m/m slash, hints of NCS, AU, and I wrote it. Can't deal? Don't read.
Summary: Dorian Gray miscalculates. Badly.
Gray liked games. Better yet was a hunt. Slowly stalking the prey. Letting it know how helpless it was. Seeing no way out. Oh the glorious look that would fill his prey's eyes then. Such fear. Such hate. There was nothing to compare with watching someone fall apart, their illusions of what they were stripped away.
And he'd thought doing the same to that obnoxious American, Tom Sawyer, would bring him the same pleasure. He was too young to be any good at anything. Certainly not man enough for Mina. Perhaps he could distract her, but nothing more than that. Sawyer was a nuisance. Nothing more. Or at least, Gray tried to tell himself such. A mere nuisance which needed to be taught its place. That was why he intended to play with the boy and break his pride. Only it had not turned out as such.
Damn the boy! He wasn't the shallow, foolish youth Dorian imagined. Fire ran in his veins; defiance feeding the flames. And passion. Dorian could not forget the passion! It was buried deep, but once disturbed....oh once disturbed it almost consumed both of them.
Looking over at the unconscious form on his bed, Dorian tried to regain his arrogant composure; he failed miserably. One glance at the bruised, sweaty, luscious skin of the American made him burn to claim the boy again. Not even Mina brought out such desire in him. Long ago, Dorian learned the price for letting one's emotions loose. Since then, nothing made him lose control. Nothing until Tom Sawyer sauntered into his room. Invited.
The plan was to make the boy hot under the collar. Seduce him until he admitted liking the attention. Someone like Sawyer would surely find it intolerable. An added benefit was that Gray could blackmail the loud fool later.
The game had started off well enough. Sawyer got angry easily. A few comments about his homeland and the youth was ready for a fistfight. Which Dorian dismissed as being beneath him. This in turn made Tom even more furious. Gray kept his calm, waiting for the right moment, commenting about the boy's obvious youth and inexperience. How could he possibly be an asset to the mission? Did he know how to do anything beside fire too many bullets?
Tom had pushed Dorian against the wall, holding him there, looking enraged. It really was a cute expression on him. It was the perfect moment. Moving quicker than any normal human, Dorian switched their positions, seizing Tom's lips in a deep, controlling kiss.
For long seconds, shocked wide eyes stared at him. Then Sawyer's hands were frantically trying to push him away. All part of the plan. Leave it to the annoying American to do something so outrageous as to completely throw everything off. Tom Sawyer, mere child compared with Dorian Gray, dared to bite the immortal. Not just a small warning bite. Teeth sank into his flesh deeply enough to create a serious tear and blood flowed between them.
Dorian experience a moment of absolute rage, backhanding the boy across the room and onto his bed. How dare he? How dare that backwoods buffoon bite him? Oh he was going to teach that little nothing a lesson. Not bothering to look back, Dorian quickly locked the door and rummaged through his clothes. A silk belt would suit his needs. Turning back to the young man gave Dorian a view he would not soon forget.
Tom lay still on the bed, limbs askew. A nasty bruise was beginning to form on his right cheek. His shirt had come open somehow making him look very desirable, very delectable. A quiet moan signaled a return to consciousness. There wasn't much time left and Dorian hurried rolled the boy over, binding his wrists behind him with the belt. By the time Tom was returned to his back, there was no way for him to resist Dorian's needs.
It had been a glorious sight to behold, the boy's face one he was fully aware of his position. All the arrogance gone from that young visage. The confidence extinguished. Yet no fear. Dorian had been confused. Surely the boy was bright enough to understand what usually came next. Yet, there was only resignation.
"So now you rape me?" A bitterness tinged his tone, stopping Dorian cold. In his anger that had been exactly what he was going to do.
"I don't need to rape anyone boy." He sneered.
"Then why did you tie me up?"
Damn that child's ability to think under pressure. Normally it was an admirable quality. But not when it was revealing shortcomings in his nature.
"Perhaps I believe you look better this way." He ran a hand through Tom's blond locks. "Helpless suits you, boy."
"I'm not a boy." Was the growled reaction.
Something about Tom trying to fight him brought out the predator in Gray.
"You're a man?" He ran a hand down Tom's chest suggestively. The skin was soft, hairless. "You feel like a boy."
"I'm a better man than you." Sawyer spat, biting back a moan.
"Really?" Dorian taunted, grasping the other's hair to force his head back. This time the kiss bordered on brutal. The other hand caressed Tom through his pants. There was no way for Tom to hide the moan this time.
In the present, a new moan made Dorian turn to the man in his bed. Tom's wrists were still bound but he was unconsciously fighting the belt. With a sigh, the immortal undid it allowing his lover to slip back into an exhausted sleep. A sleep well earned in his opinion. Sliding fingers along damp skin, Dorian Gray again lost himself in memories of struggle, both harsh and gentle touches, cries for more, and a young man with enough passion to make him reconsider the course of his life.
END PART 1