TweedleDee

Dorian Schade

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Sitting up and pulling the shirt over her head, she smiles at him. “Thanks.” Sitting cross legged on the bed she waits for Dorian to get back in bed, laying on his back. He still doesn’t look all the comfortable. She lays down, stretches, and shifts herself closer to him. She actually moves one of his arms to rest around her shoulders. “And I still don’t regret sleeping with you, none of it.” It’s a mostly true statement, though she’s starting to wonder how she’ll feel in the morning, and when she sees Dexter next. “Dee, I told you you don’t have to put on an act with me anymore. Please don’t feel sorry, I’ve had worse and you have been very polite about the whole matter, more than that it was enjoyable. What I want to know though,” she shifts to start massaging his jaw, “is how it felt for you. Do you feel satisfied?”

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He moves his arm to put it around her, then shifts to hug her a little more closely to him. Dorian reaches down to pull the covers over them, grumbling a little at how calmly she’s taking everything. Also because he doesn’t exactly like the thought of anybody treating her more roughly than he had.

“I’m not putting on an act.” He grumbles a little more, mostly just unhappy with his own actions. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly, closing his eyes. He strokes his thumb over her skin lightly in back and forth motions.“Underneath feeling bad that I left bruises on you, I suppose I do. I mean, yes. I do. You were very-- Yes. You just have to understand that this is just very different for me, May. I haven’t ever exactly slept with someone I’ve known, before.” He shakes his head. “Enough talking. We’ll have time for it later. You should sleep.”

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He doesn’t move as she talks, still trying to decide whether to fret over her or not. She’s a grown woman but Dorian’s never had sex with someone he cared about before. He didn’t correlate his destructive wants and needs with showing affection and this situation was throwing him off. He usually just got dressed and left but this is his home and his bed. Besides that, he didn’t want to. He sighs through his nose and gets up to find the shirt he’d stripped her off, shaking it out and offering it to her.

His gaze hardens when she turns over and he sees the bruises he’s left on her. That wasn’t what friends were supposed to do to each other. Dorian wants to exile himself from the room as penance but she wants him there. Begrudgingly, he gets back into bed and carefully arranges himself next to her, leaving himself open if she wants to be closer. He lays on his back and stares up at the ceiling, trying not to let negative thoughts invade his mind.

“I’m still sorry.” He says in a quiet voice. “I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away.”

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There are cookies at stake and Dorian is taking his time, so Alex starts hopping back and forth on her feet. If only he would hurry up! When he tells her to be seated, she doesn’t have to be told twice. She runs and jumps into the seat and is already reaching for the first cookie before the chair she bolted into has stopped rocking back and forth. Her hand stops over the plate of assorted cookies and she eyes them all. She had choices, and cookie choices needed thought; did she go for the crumbly and sprinkled sugar cookie or the deliciously soft filled sandwich cookie?! Deciding on the former, she stuffs the whole thing into her mouth and relishes the taste of sweet sprinkles and vanilla cookie. She was on her second cookie when Dorian made his way over to the table. 

Having a whole second cookie and partial first cookie in her mouth, Alex was very much unable to talk. Which was fine as she only partially understood Dorian’s word for the paper folding. She scrunched her face up as she chewed, trying to both eliminate the obstacle to speaking and recall where she had heard that word before. She remembered that Dexter called the folding that. “mhhhmmm!” She nodded emphatically. Finally having gotten the cookie to the point she could swallow. She eyed the teapot, never thinking there was a day she would want tea. “Yeah! They’re like super clever an’ I was like thinking of ways to make like a foldy tool box. Take like less space but then still have like everything. Or maybe like joints on moving arms. Or like if there was a thing I needed an’ I like couldn’t get it out the door I was thinking I could like make it to be all foldy an’ then it would be easier to travel with. An’ like on streetcars! What if I could like design one that had like collapsible seats an’ parts an’ stuff! It would be like the most useful thing ever. I mean, still gotta like find a good alloy and support system for load bearing parts, but with like a few welded joints an rods I think issdoable. ‘course there’s always usability to worry 'bout but I can find a use for like everything. Isslike your cane, all folded up its way more transportable but is all ready and long and rod like when ya need it. I just wanna do that. But with like everything.”

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Dorian smiles, listening dutifully until she’s finished speaking. “You have such a brilliant mind. Those are all very practical applications. Perhaps when Dexter’s feeling better, he’ll be more up to helping you design some of those things and teach you the art. It didn’t take him very long so I doubt it’ll take you long, either.” He busies his hands as he prepares two cups of tea, pouring the dark liquid out of the teapot.

“I know you like coffee so maybe you won’t mind this tea. It’s very dark and very bold. It’s not as flowery, which is why I like it. Try it black and add sugar and milk if you need it.” He slides her mug over to her and starts to spoon perhaps too much sugar into his own with a splash of milk. Dorian takes a cookie at random and has a bite with a sip, humming his approval.

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He doesn’t push her hands away when she tries to grab onto him and touch him. He doesn’t even hiss when her nails bite too hard against his skin or when she pinches his nipple. His eyes flicker up briefly but go right back down. As he gets closer to the feeling he’s chasing, she decides to tighten around his cock and that finally makes him take a sharp inhale, letting the air back out in a groan. He slows his hips to a hard, rough grind, and can’t stop the stuttering jerk of them when he finally comes, balls deep with his eyes closed. He lets out a long, low moan and turns his head to press it against Ismay’s leg to try and hide the look on his face. It’s like he’s embarrassed of really letting go and letting her see.

When the pulsing stops and he has a firm grasp on his thoughts, he carefully pulls out and sets her leg down. He uses his discarded pajama pants to clean her up gently and clears his throat. He sits back on his haunches and looks at her, almost like a dog who knows he’s done bad. He feels guilty for being so rough.

“Did I hurt you badly?” He asks in a small voice, wanting to hover over her and check to make sure he hasn’t drawn blood or left bruises but restraining himself in case she doesn’t want him to touch her. 

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He works that sensitive place inside her with relentless pressure until she comes a second time. He takes his touch away and watches her, perhaps a little smug around the edges at the way she’s biting on one of his pillows. Dorian finally shucks his pajama pants off and tosses them away, not waiting for Ismay to come down from her orgasm-high. He flips her over, setting one hand on her shoulder and gripping hard and the other on her hip. He lines his cock up and pushes inside, letting out a hard breath. He gives her no time to adjust to the feel of him as he start a hard and steady rhythm.

With every snap of his hips, Dorian grips onto Ismay just a little bit harder. Just like she’s scratched him, he can’t seem to stop from dragging his fingertips down the length of her back. He presses the pads of his thumbs into her ribs, fingers curling around her smaller frame with pressure that threatens to break her. He swaps positions, pulling out and twisting her onto her side, hooking her knee over his shoulder. Dorian presses in again, hands constantly trying to grip and grab at her hard enough to hurt.

All the humor’s gone from his face, now. He fucks like a man possessed, not holding back. Dorian bows his head and grits his teeth, not moaning or even huffing from exertion. It doesn’t look like it even feels good to him but it does, it really does. Tirelessly, he drives into her again and again as if angry, trying to chase the feeling slowly building in the base of his belly.

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The way she comes so suddenly is expected. He could feel her getting more wet by the moment but the sudden rush of it makes his eyes pop open and glance up at her face curiously to watch her expression in the semi-dark. He laps up the excess like a cat with cream, groaning slightly through his nose. Dorian has to take a moment to rest his mouth, pressing kisses to the insides of each of her thighs.

“Why wouldn’t I go down on a lover?” He questions, using the back of his hand to wipe a spot of glistening moisture off his chin and scruff, his lips. “Being in control is a turn on for me in any aspect and you know I’m not squeamish. Besides. It’s something like a treat for me since I rarely get to do it.” Dorian lowers his gaze again and playfully gives a soft nip to the soft skin of her lower belly. His hands start to rove, dragging roughly over her hips and sides. He warms her with his palms as he starts to kiss his way back up her body, thumbs digging in to and over the curves and dips of her muscles and bones. His hands are always so steady, like a surgeon’s, and so strong. He uses them to push up Ismay’s borrowed shirt, guiding it off and tossing it away. He sets his clothed hips between her thighs, warm erection pressing against her. He ignores it in favor of bowing his head and flicking his tongue against her nipple, using his lips to kiss and trace the curve, the swell of her breasts. He starts out gentle, as if testing the waters, but becomes more insistent with his mouth. He uses teeth to bite at her skin, uses his mouth to suck hard to try and leave marks. If he does, they won’t last until morning.

One of Dorian’s hands creeps down. He presses a thumb against her clit, rubbing circles that start out gentle but become more rough. He teases the tips of calloused fingers at her entrance but doesn’t quite slip them in because he wants to watch her squirm for just a moment. He pretends like he’ll tease her until she begs him but roughly slips two fingers inside at the way to his knuckles. He lets out a huff of breath at how she feels just around his fingers, hot and wet and so velvety. He flexes them, exploring by pressing hard this way, then that way, trying to see what she responds to best. His thumb doesn’t leave her clit as he rocks his wrist hard, pulling and pressing at that certain spongey little spot inside her. 

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He’s quite a long while after his grunt of distaste. His reaction simply makes her purse her lips in a small smile. She stays quiet, content to lay beside him, warm and not alone. She’s pretty sure by his silence that he’s decided against it.

Clearly she’s wrong as one graceful motion has her on her back pinned between Dorian’s arms. She takes this as a green card to let her hands roam. Up his arms and down his chest, her fingers find the tie on his sleep pants and it becomes something for her hands to be busy with, even for a brief moment. The knot easily yields to her and May ghosts the tips of her fingers around Dorian’s waist.

“Oh?” That’s all she gets in word wise before he so softly kisses her lips. It’s sweet, and short, and electrifying. She slips her fingers under the waistband running along and teasing some of his, surely more sensitive, skin. The slightly bolder kiss is more of what May wants. She kisses back in kind. The sharpness of his teeth on her lip makes her exhale a little breath of air. She moves her head slightly letting Dorian have more access to her neck, willing him to find the spot on her neck when kisses that makes her melt. It’s his explanation of the possible pain that makes her really melt between his arms though. “Mmm, I look forward to it. If I start to pull away or push at you, please take that as your cue to ease up”. With that, May moves her right hand to the front of Dee’s pants, applying pressure in long strokes. She wants to have him good and excited and she’s also looking for some idea of what she’s got to deal with.

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He lets out a very carefully regulated breath of air when she starts to touch him. His skin is so hot in comparison to hers that her touch feels cool. Everything about him tenses up when she touches just below the waistline of his pants and he clenches his teeth with an audible click when she finally starts to touch him through through the fabric. He’s already on his way to being hard and his cock fills up more at the touch of her hand. He’s honestly not much different from his twin except that he might have a bit more girth to him.

Dorian allows her touch for just a moment more but reaches down to firmly take her hand away. He kisses her once more then slides down her body in one fluid motion, shifting the blankets away. He touches her legs, massages her thighs and coaxes them apart. Dorian settles on his belly and starts to bite and kiss his way up the insides of Ismay’s thighs. His hands clamp down on the outside of her legs, fingers digging in just slightly, constantly flexing as if he’s trying to remind himself not to be too rough.

He noses at the tender and delicate place where thigh meets groin and makes sure nothing’s in his way before pressing his lips to her clit, sliding his tongue out and laving at her with eyes closed. He groans slightly, hands tightening on her, like he’s tasting the sweetest fruit he’s ever had. He starts out explorative, but soon devolves into working his mouth on her like the way he’d kissed her what seems like so long ago on her doorstep. 

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“You don’t give yourself enough credit. In the very beginning we went for dinner. You walked me home and you were a gentleman when you could have let me make take you in and show you my bed all while I thought you were someone else. You didn’t. In the alley when I met the Crow, that was the best hug I’ve received in a long while. And I respect you for looking out for your family, some think it’s optional. It’s not. And I could go on. I have only seen your anger twice and the first time was out of your control. I see a lot more of you than just the anger, Dee.”

A little laugh escapes her lips into Dorian’s chest. “I don’t actually mind a little pain. I would tell you if you started hurting me too much, besides do you not remember me telling you that I’m rather flexible. If you’re worried about fitting…you shouldn’t be. What about him? If he was here and things were normal I’d suggest he join. He’s not in this bed nor are we really together seeing as he doesn’t remember our history. Yes, I love him, I still do. Right now though, I am with you and I chose to be in your bed. As for Sera, it’s my understanding that you are no longer her tutor nor are you her beau. It’s not cheating and this would have no effect on whatever your feelings are for her. There are many reasons for sex that aren’t love. You need release, and I…I’m looking for companionship with someone I’m comfortable with, something that isn’t me servicing a client. When I said that I respect you it also means that if you say no, whatever the reason, I will be content to lay here with you in the warm darkness. Nothing more.”

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Dorian gives an unhappy grunt at the end of her speech. She’s right on so many accounts that he’s got nothing to say back, not to argue at least. He half-wishes he could protest, could drudge up some self-loathing or perhaps lie about who he really was, but she already knew. She’d seen the dark and light of him, whether he wanted her to or not. 

He also wants to argue about sex but all he can manage to do is blush all the way down to his chest. He could tear a person apart with his bare hands and not bat an eye but he couldn’t talk about sex the way she could, be so blase about it. He would never share a woman at the same time as his brother and the thought about his size, well. His cheeks burn. It’s so different to just act and not talk about it. He supposes that it’s just an effect of her trade the same way knowing what a human heart feels like in his hand is for him. He’s a grown man, damn it. He shouldn’t feel so boyish at her words, especially with the thoughts he’s starting to have about this whole arrangement.

Making up his mind, Dorian shifts smoothly and covers Ismay with his body. He brackets her head with his forearms and peers down at her in the darkness. He leans down to hover his lips over hers, hesitating, before finally kissing her. It’s short and chaste but it’s starts a spark in him.

“It’s not about muscles and how far they’re willing to bend. That’s not the pain I’m worried about.” he mumbles, lips moving against hers before he kisses her again. This time, he’s bolder. He slips his tongue past her lips for just a taste, catches her plush lower lip between his teeth. Dorian kisses at the line of her jaw, nosing behind her ear. “It’s about nerve-endings. Sometimes I forget how strong my hands are.”

[ismay-the-rose]

His hands feel nice on her, they are strong, warm and they make her feel safe, even from Dex whom she had never feared before. He can’t see her slight frown when he takes his hands off her thigh and back. “Perhaps I should have gone over the rules of sharing a bed with me. You’re allowed to touch me, Dorian. I quite like sharing myself, whether it’s sex or not.”

May drags her finger from Dorian’s pulse along the underside of his jaw, through the bit of beard scruff he would likely shave in the morning. “You’re fine are you?” She doesn’t bother trying to sound convinced. May is not always good with spontaneity but in this situation she was quite in her element. “It’s not me? I’m almost hurt by that statement.” It’s her turn for light teasing.

“I do remember, how could I forget. Perhaps it’s not a case of disobedience, but one of your body trying to tell you it needs something. There is no reason at all to be ashamed. And if I’m being completely honest you’ve had me curious since that kiss on my doorstep. If that’s how you kiss…I have a great deal of respect for you, Dee.” Using his true name is far more intimate, not everyone knows it. “Remember how I said you didn’t have to act with me? That still stands. And right now I can probably give you whatever you ask for.”

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He’s still as she touches him, still hiding his face. He huffs a breath at her tease but stays quiet as she speaks. Her use of his real name has him relax just a fraction, because it’s a reminder that they’re friends. Ismay knows things about him that nobody else does and is closer to his family than Dorian would ever allow normally. He can be himself without fear of being found out, or judged. He finally brings his hands away from his face and folds them up behind his head instead.

“Respect for what?” He asks, huffing again. “I’m just always so angry. There’s no reason to respect pent up aggression.” Dorian wets his lips and is almost tempted right then and  there to take her up on her offer. She knows her way around a body and it’d feel good, he knows, but he’d never be able to assuage the guilt that would set in afterwards. 

“I’d hurt you.” he tries, shaking his head. “Besides that, what about Dexter? And Sera?” Flimsy excuses, but excuses nonetheless. He’s not sure why he’s trying so hard to deny himself this, if she’s the one offering. He thinks he might be scared of letting go far too much.

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“Right. Got it. Aware and surroundings.” Alex was lying, not intentionally, but the word had nothing to do with machines and would be forgotten momentarily. “Oh. That kinda sick.” She gave a solemn little nod. Sometimes people were sick, so sick that nothing you could get helped. The kind of sick that was sick for a long time, and never ended well.It made her a little sad that Dexter was that kind of sick, but at least he seemed to be OK for the time being. And she would do everything she could to make the time being as good as possible.

Alex’s eyes light up at the mention of cookies. “YespleasesirMr…..ImeanDorian.” Alex chanted his first name to herself under breath. Why did people have to have two names? It makes everything so much harder. And why if they did have two names couldn’t they both be used all the time? She always had trouble keeping Roxanne and Lucy straight, and now she had to remember the magic barrier of Mr. Schade’s house that made him Dorian. She just knew she was going to mess up. And messing up meant no cookies! There had to be cookies! “I can even like help get mugs an’ plates an’ stuff.” Alex runs into the next room, excited for cookies and mediocre about tea, only to immediately run back to Dorian’s side. “You just gotta tell me where stuff is.”

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He can’t help but grin again. Her energy is endearing but the darker side of Dorian thinks that it could be harnessed if only she could be made to concentrate. Dexter had had Alex’s energy back when they were young. The Crow would make him run and run and run while Dorian learned to stay so still that he could pass as a statue. A firm hand could guide Alex into so much more than a mechanic but Dorian isn’t out to make assassins out of teenagers. He thinks of himself more as Alex’s unofficial guardian. 

As she runs back and forth, Dorian steadily makes his way to the kitchen. The tea kettle starts to whistle. “Don’t worry about helping. You’re my guest, so I get to take care of everything. Why don’t you sit down at the table and make yourself comfortable? I believe the cookies are already set out. Help yourself.” There is indeed a plate of assorted cookies set out in the middle of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Dorian prepares the tea. The hot water gets poured into a waiting teapot and swilled to warm it up, then he drops in three teabags. He sets the lid on the teapot and brings it over to the table to steep along with two mugs.

Dorian sits across from Alex. “So you have an interest in origami?”

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Dorian’s fingers are like magic. He keeps working her calf knot until it releases. She doesn’t immediately register how tense Dorian’s body is while he’s working her muscle. Currently Ismay is of a single mind, focused only on how close he is to releasing that knot. She knew she shouldn’t be holding her breath but it helps her control her voice. She’s trying to hold back her little moans she makes because of the pleasure and pain that are desperate to escape her lips. When her muscle does relax a moan of relief escapes her, she wishes it hadn’t. It makes it sound very much like they are having sex and Dorian is probably extremely uncomfortable with that. She doesn’t ever mean to make him uncomfortable, she respects him but believes he shouldn’t have to be living the abstenat life that he is. Her body is craving intimacy as she relaxes, especially since she had no clients today. Dexter had never cared about her work; what and who she did, but this is very different. Yet she still has a burning curiosity about Dorian.

“It does when you’ve been wondering why your legs have hurt for the last three days without any reason and you finally get relief. Then yes. It feels fantastic, so thank you.” There’s a strained lilt to Dorian’s voice. “You okay?” She stretches to look up at him, not being subtle at all about feeling the pulse in his neck. “I’m sorry if it was something I did. I’m a very tactile and reactive person.” She’s not sure what she’s expecting to find when she feels his pulse, but somehow she had made him tense. “I can massage you…if you would like a hand at loosening your muscles.”

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Dorian tries to regulate his breaths to keep his body from doing things he doesn’t want it to do. The noises she’s making and the way she’s wriggling slightly make him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment but thankfully, the knot in her calf releases. He gives a small breath and sets his hand on her thigh, only to realize how inappropriate that it is for the moment. He quickly takes his hands off of her and raises them up, lacing his fingers and hiding his face behind his hands.

“I’m fine.” he says, forcing his voice to be level. She feels his pulse and there’s no hiding how it’s jumped to a thrum. “It’s not you, I promise. It’s just... Remember that conversation we had a while ago? About how I haven’t... It’s been a long time and I just-- Ah. My body is. Disobeying me.” He clears his throat a bit.

“No, don’t massage me. If I just lay very still and regulate myself, I’ll settle.”

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She leans back, hands still flat on the bar scrutinizing the man in front of her. She felt safe with the scowl she wore thanks to his blindness. “Does this have anything to do with his memory loss? Have you spoken to Ismay about it yet? If your brother really is as dangerous as you say I need to be sure Ismay really is safe”

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He doesn’t know why Lucy needs to know. If anybody could keep Ismay safe, it was Dorian himself. It was just for her own safety that Dorian was even warning Lucy in the first place. A muscle twitches in his jaw. “I have spoke to Ismay about it, yes. She was the first person who I informed.” He answers carefully, choosing not to answer about Dexter’s memory loss.

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May is suddenly very aware of the fact that, by his own admission, Dorian had never fallen asleep in the same bed as a woman before when he wraps his arm around her.

“Mmm” the sound she makes is half a pleased hum from his massage and half an agreement with Dorian’s statement. “That does sound like a thing I’d do. But, you forget that am comfortable where I am and I’m feeling a little warmer. I have no desire to get pushed out of bed, which I believe you would do. Besides, it would be rude when you so graciously let me into your bed.” Ismay starts swirling her fingers over his chest absentmindedly. “That feels really nice by the way.” It’s just then that Dorian’s fingers find a tight knot in her calf. She buries her face in his shoulder, her body reacts on its own as she hadn’t expected that knot, her knee comes up a little more making her hips press again his while her back arches away. Forcing her leg and now curled toes to relax again she realizes that she’d gripped onto Dorian’s side while her hand that had rested on his chest. “Please don’t stop.”

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“I suppose I’ll trust you, then.” He teases gently. He keeps massaging her leg but her sudden reaction to his finding of a certain knot almost startles him. He tenses as she presses into him, grabs onto him. The way her hips press against his is not unwanted but he’s not sure what to do about it. Ismay loves Dexter. Dorian knew that bedsharing was innocent, but he’s not sure he could lie or omit the truth to his twin if he and Ismay ever... But she wouldn’t want that from him, he’s sure. He’s jumping to conclusions because he hasn’t had a woman press close to him like this in a long time. There’s the matter of Sera, as well. Dorian knows that they aren’t exactly an item anymore, but he’d still feel incredibly guilty. Despite all of these thoughts, he doesn’t push Ismay off. He digs his fingers into the knot, circling and trying to get it to loosen up.

Glad he has the utmost control over his body, Dorian just lays on his back and stares up into the dark. “Feels that good, does it?” he jokes, voice almost as tense as his body.

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He’s talking again, and it isn’t creating a desire to run and hide anymore. She can feel the blood flow return to her palms as she slowly lets go of her bag’s strap. Or course he couldn’t be that mad. He’s Mr. Schade, after all. She totally must have misheard his teacher voice; his scary, terrifying, ‘I know you didn’t do your homework’ voice. He was just concerned for his brother, that was all. Totally fine, nothing to be worried about. Had to be a teacher voice, he was using big words again. She furrowed her eyebrows trying to figure out what he meant. “Be more cogwhatnow? Oh. Well if he’s sick maybe he should like have some soup or something? An’ I totally can like not bother him, while he’s like resting an’ stuff.” 

Alex shuffles her feet, unsure of what to do. She really had come over just to learn more of origami from Dexter. There was a pattern there, and she could just about see it, circles in squares making triangles. When Dorian holds his hand out to her, she takes it as an invitation to stay, at least a little bit. Bouncing forward she smiles and takes his hand. Alex is about to laugh off Dorian’s apology when he appends the affectionate cognomen. She stops, and stand stock still for a second, and looks up at him through suddenly blurry vision. Shaking her head slightly, she is painfully thankful that Mr. Schade can not see her. With a quiet laugh she clears her vision with the heel of her free hand, barely stiffling a tell tale sniffle. “Naw,  you’d like never do anything that’d scare me. S'all good, Mr. Schade.”

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“Cognizant. Aware and understanding of your surroundings.” His voice softens and he gives the ghost of a smile. “Unfortunately, he’s not that kind of sick. If soup could help, I’d be feeding him chicken noodle until he couldn’t stand the stuff anymore.” Dorian lets her come in, shutting the door behind her. He has his glasses on but he doesn’t have his cane extended. It’s just dangling from a cord around his wrist. He figures a blind man wouldn’t really need it in their own home. Dorian barely had furniture to bump into, anyway.

“Would you like some tea and cookies? I just put a kettle on.” He pauses, “There’s only one catch, however; You’re not allowed to call me Mr. Schade in my own home. Dorian will do. Failure to do so will result in no cookies.” He gives a little grin.

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“Yes, thank you for your hospitality.” She was wrong before. Dorian has a very comfortable bed. She’s in the middle of getting herself settled when he leaves again. May watches his back quizzically until Dorian returns with an other blanket in hand. She bites her lip and laughs a little. Dorian is doing a surprisingly good job at making her feel at home and better about everything he had told her earlier. In just his pants May can see all of the little ways in which he is different from his twin physically. Scars from cuts and little stab wounds. She doesn’t mind any of them. Unexpectedly he opens his arm for her to come close. She hesitates only a moment then scoots over to him because the sheets are still a little cold. Ismay rests her cheek on his shoulder taking deep breaths of his musk, relaxing. One arm comes to rest acorss his chest while her leg stretches up to lay across his hips, with her front flush to his side soaking up his warmth.

She laughs into the darkness around them, head still resting on his shoulder. “Where they shouldn’t belong? Where exactly is that? You’ve got pants and I haven’t. It’s not skin on skin.” She wiggles her foot a little, tapping his thigh with it. “See. Nothing to worry about.” She closes her eyes. breathing deeply.

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Dorian hasn’t ever really had anybody sleep with him like this before. He and Dexter used to share a bed when they were children but it’s been a very long time since then. 

He tucks his arm around her when she presses close, not minding how cool her skin feels against his own. It’s nice, actually. He doesn’t mind the cold since he usually is burning up from his fast metabolism. He closes his eyes in the dark, listening to her breaths and trying to find a pattern in them. He’ll know when she’s really asleep. She taps her foot on his thigh and he chuckles, soft. He puts his free hand on that foot and starts to massage, especially at her cold toes to try and warm them up. His hand is strong and steady, fingers tireless. The massage starts to creep up her ankle, then her calf.

“You might have motives.” He suggests. “You might wait until I’m unaware and put your cold feet on mine and shock me with their iciness.”

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Strategic thinking like that wasn’t quite what Ismay was used to. Sure, she was paranoid about making sure her windows and door was locked, but that had never been to protect herself from someone she knew. It was to protect herself from the things she didn’t know. “That’s the worse-case scenario…okay.” She feels a little better with Dorian’s reassurance. May gives Dorian a hopeful type smile in exchange for his grin. She’s not entirely sure what this is, but it’s okay. 

Ismay goes to the slightly ajar door at the side of the room. There look to be tiles on the wall and she’s proven correct that it is indeed a bathroom. Sure enough she finds the black bag Dorian mentions. Knives are okay, she’s fairly comfortable with knives. Upon looking into the bag for the toothbrush it’s not as bad as it could be. The knife is simple, straight forward. She pushes it out of the way and grabs the item she’s looking for, quickly putting the bag away and shutting it back under the sink. Teeth brushed she washes her face with warm water and the hand soap. Dorian had nice things as it turned out, but he was still a man. So for tonight a bar of hand soap would have to do. The warm water makes her feel better. She’s actually smiling when she comes back out to get into bet on the side farthest from the door.

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Dorian watches her find the bathroom and when she goes in, he leaves the room to do his nightly sweep of the house. He makes sure every door and window is locked and that nothing is out of place. He writes a quick note for Dexter and leaves it tucked inside one of Ismay’s heels by the door to explain why they’re there, then he’s back upstairs. He shuts and locks the door and finally starts to undress.

He’s down to his underwear when Ismay comes out of the bathroom and he glances at her out of reflex, noting her smile. “Feel better?” He asks, pulling on a pair of dark blue sleep pants. He watches her get into bed, seems to remember something, then disappears into he closet. He comes back with an extra blanket, coming to shake it out and drape it over top of the comforter that Ismay’s already slipped under. Dorian turns out the lights, then slips into bed on the side closest to the door. He lays on his back and opens his arm so Ismay can tuck close to him if she wants. Despite being such a usually cold personality, he radiates heat. Dexter does too, which is why the house is kept so cold.

“You’d better not put cold feet anywhere they shouldn’t belong.” he warns in a quiet, teasing voice, “I’ll push you right out of this bed.”

[ismay-the-rose]

Ismay is less than surprised to see that Dorian’s room is on the sparse side where decoration is concerned. They little furnishings he does have though are well made and tasteful. She trails listless fingers across the top of the dresser, the polished surface smooth and cool under her skin. She is relieved to see that there isn’t any sort of weapons on the walls or in cases in his room. With what she had just been told violence and the thought of bloodshed was something she wants to avoid for a while, as long as possible. 

Even without his glasses and with a small smile May wouldn’t mistake Dorian for Dexter. She was probably one of the few people in the City would could tell them apart. She toys with the hem of her shirt, a little sheepishly. “I was selfish too, in my own way. I’m glad it’s all out in the open between us.” He gets a tight smile from her. Her eyes flash to where he points. “Oh, I didn’t mean for my accepting your offer to force you out of your own bed.” His words send the feeling of ice sliding down her spine. “Is that a common occurrence?” She’s busy calculating her options in her head, Dex and her were not really anything right now, just two people who had sex once as far as he was concerned. Sharing a bed with Dorian would make her feel safer and warmer, but what if Dex did have an episode? Dorian’s words shock her out of her thoughts before she can formulate an answer for herself. She can’t help that her eyes go round with shock.. This was a change. “Oh,” she smiles a little bigger, “actually, I would appreciate it. It’s not like there isn’t room for the two of us and chances are I’d just be cold all night otherwise. You keep your place cooler than I do mine.” It’s true, in just the shirt she’s cold as they stand and talk. As if on cue she shivers, still feeling the ice on her spine from her earlier dark thoughts.

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“You’re not forcing me to do anything. It’s a strategic maneuver. I’m a pretty light sleeper so if he even tried to walk down the hallway, I’d wake up and hear it from there.” He can see the worry he causes her when he mentions that Dex might have an episode.

“Only when he tries to remember something that he can’t, usually.” He answers, “I’m just thinking worst-case scenario. Doesn’t mean that anything bad will happen. Honestly, the worst thing will probably be a sulky Dexter in the morning but one smile from you and he’ll be over it.” Despite not knowing their past together, Dorian knows that his brother still has a fascination with Ismay. He knows that he wouldn’t willingly do anything to hurt her, but Dorian knows that Ismay will probably need time to process the information he’s given her tonight. Better for everybody to keep some distance before they even start to talk about it, and if they do, Dorian wants to be there just in case.

He watches her eyes go wide and it makes him grin a little more. “Then it’s settled. Go and take your makeup off. There’s a new toothbrush under the sink in a black leather bag of toiletries if you like. Don’t mind the knife in there. It’s my emergency pack.” Just because weapons weren’t on display didn’t mean that Dorian didn’t have them hidden everywhere. They were secured under furniture, hidden in false-bottom drawers. There was even a garrote-wire sewed into the lining of a certain pillow. Even throughout the house, there are the same kinds of measures. Unless someone went actively looking for these things, they’d never just happen across them.