Dionysus

"I am something supernatural-- not exactly god, ghost, spirit, angel, principle or element -- There is no term for it in English. In Greek they say daimon -- can we just use that?" {{ Independent RP blog for Dionysus. Portrayal based on Ben Whishaw's version in Bakkhai at the Almeida Theatre. }}

[londonthecity-blog]

Part of him wanted to give in, so it would be over much quicker. He already knew he couldn’t fight it, as he was evidently failing already, but he couldn’t give up his fight. He had to keep trying to break free, didn’t he?

When Dionysus suddenly pulled him along he let out a breathe he’d been holding. For a moment he could think again–although his mind was still a haze. The moment he fell down on the settee and his eyes met Dionysus’ the sharpness faded and it was back to that misty pleasure that seeped into every ounce of his being.

London had never felt this way. What Dionysus was doing to him was worse than rape. People had been forceful with London before, but this was worse than most. Most, because there was that one time…

Suddenly London pushed back and tried to shove Dionysus off him. It felt like he had been set on fire, and not by arousal. “GET OFF!”

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus had sent men and women into frenzies since the beginning of his existence. He’d suffered through being unjustly denied the title of ‘God’ by the family he’d grown up with and it had given him a bitterness that never left him. He was a God and he was not to be meddled with, not by anyone.

He witnessed the change of expression in London’s face and he concluded that something had set the spirit off. What it was he couldn’t tell, but it was intense enough to not only break through Dionysus’ influence to allow London to speak, but it also allowed London to move.

He was getting shoved back by the force behind London’s anger and it caused him to grin instantly. He sought eye contact, though this time not to influence. He’d struck a nerve and he wanted to see what London was thinking, feeling. “Oh my dear,” he chuckled, stepping towards London, regardless of how he knew London didn’t want him close. “What is it that’s gotten you all worked up?”

[londonthecity-blog]

London felt completely out of control with a man he never wanted to serve. This wasn’t just humiliating, it was dangerous too. Dionysus might not stop here.

“N-no…” London replied, although his hand was pressing against himself and the feeling was amazing. “I want this all to s-stop.

[godofthevine-blog]

He knew it was wrong to violate someone like this. London was a being he didn’t quite understand, a being he didn’t know whether he should fear or not. If dangerous, he presumed he would have heard of them before and if not... then he had something entertaining to look forward to.

He was harassing London and he was fully aware of it. London wasn’t succumbing to him, which was different to all the other times when the girls and boys he slept with all allowed him to do as he pleased. They loved it. London didn’t, and he could see the mixture of anger, hatred, pleasure and arousal in his eyes. He reveled in seeing it.

He watched London press against himself and it was so enjoyable to see how the spirit did as he was told, regardless of how badly he didn’t want it. He grinned and suddenly grabbed hold of London’s wrist, pulling him towards one of the doors. He’d seen a settee in there upon entering this place.

He pushed London towards it once he’d pulled him there, making him fall back onto it. Dionysus instantly looked at London, looking deeply into his eyes, causing him to feel new rushes of arousal. Dionysus grinned and leaned over him, pinning him down into the settee.

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus couldn’t help grinning at how he managed to get London obey, no matter how hard he tried not to respond to what Dionysus was telling him to do.

“You look good obeying me,” he said, ignoring London’s comment entirely. “Push them down. Show me how much you want me.” He didn’t look away from London a single moment.

[londonthecity-blog]

London hated how his question had gone ignored. It’d taken him a lot of effort to even get the words out and now Dionysus wasn’t even acknowledging them.

He pushed down his trousers, unable to fight any longer. He’d been aroused all night and now he could finally get naked, it was hard to ignore a desire this strong.

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus watched London reveal his skin. He looked good and now he could see just how aroused he was, he couldn't hide a grin.

"You're desperate," he stated, before moving to pull London's underwear down too, revealing London's length. He grinned only more wickedly and then looked into London's eyes. "You want to be touched, don't you?" he grinned. "Touch yourself. Stroke yourself, slowly."

[godofthevine-blog]

He continued to move over London’s body, claiming him, rubbing him all over. He wanted to see London in bliss, for that meant he had succeeded. “You will…” he whispered, moving his hand through London’s hair roughly. He pushed his knee up further and then moved his hand down between his legs. Dionysus could feel how aroused London was and it caused him to grin wickedly.

He looked deeply into London’s eyes then. “You’re going to take off your trousers for me.”

[londonthecity-blog]

Every touch made him gasp or moan, no matter how badly he tried to stay silent. He was giving Dionysus exactly what he wanted and London hated it. He needed to prove he couldn’t just be toyed with, but he was proving the opposite. Sure, apparently he was harder to get than any mortal, but that was meaningless if he could still be had like this.

He tried to look away from Dionysus’ eyes when he spoke those words, as somehow it was all the harder to ignore when he looked at him. His hands moved to the front of his trousers and he undid the button. He wanted to be touched. He had a hard time stopping himself.

“Don’t you have any respect?”

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus couldn't help grinning at how he managed to get London obey, no matter how hard he tried not to respond to what Dionysus was telling him to do.

"You look good obeying me," he said, ignoring London's comment entirely. "Push them down. Show me how much you want me." He didn't look away from London a single moment.

[godofthevine-blog]

Answering that question would only conjure more questions within London. That was something he wanted to avoid as the last thing he wanted was to add to the reason of this not working out. He had to convince London. He wanted to push London into the mattress, for he was simply too pretty and the powerplay only added to his desire to do so. And he wanted to see London love it.

His hands coursed over London’s body firmly, pressing him into the wall, while he continued to press up against London’s crotch. He leaned down and kissed the spirits neck sensually. He was going to make London succumb to him. “You want to feel what it feels like,” he whispered softly, adding to how he was seducing London. “You want to feel me inside of you.”

[londonthecity-blog]

Those words disgusted him, but at the same time they had the opposite effect; in that moment he wanted nothing more than to be taken by Dionysus. He gasped and his head was thrown back against the wall. He was obviously losing himself in bliss, but the expression on his face was still tense. He was still fighting and he wouldn’t stop fighting.

“I do…” London replied then, his voice soft. “But I won’t let you.”

[godofthevine-blog]

He continued to move over London's body, claiming him, rubbing him all over. He wanted to see London in bliss, for that meant he had succeeded. "You will..." he whispered, moving his hand through London's hair roughly. He pushed his knee up further and then moved his hand down between his legs. Dionysus could feel how aroused London was and it caused him to grin wickedly.

He looked deeply into London's eyes then. "You're going to take off your trousers for me."

[godofthevine-blog]

[londonthecity-blog]

It was much worse than it’d been before. It felt like Dionysus hadn’t really been trying until now. London felt out of breathe and the room was going blurry, which probably meant his pupils had dilated. There was no denying that Dionysus had an effect on his body that was extremely hard to fight.

His skin was tingling wherever Dionysus touched him and it felt amazing. This was better than any drug he’d ever taken and he couldn’t stop a moan. He closed his eyes then, but that made the images worse. All his thoughts were slowly being taken over.

“Please stop it…” he breathed, before opening his eyes again and looking at Dionysus. How long could he fight it for? “What are you trying to prove?!”

[godofthevine-blog]

Answering that question would only conjure more questions within London. That was something he wanted to avoid as the last thing he wanted was to add to the reason of this not working out. He had to convince London. He wanted to push London into the mattress, for he was simply too pretty and the powerplay only added to his desire to do so. And he wanted to see London love it.

His hands coursed over London’s body firmly, pressing him into the wall, while he continued to press up against London’s crotch. He leaned down and kissed the spirits neck sensually. He was going to make London succumb to him. “You want to feel what it feels like,” he whispered softly, adding to how he was seducing London. “You want to feel me inside of you.”

[londonthecity-blog]

London had to blink in order for those images not to drive him mad. Those flashes of that demon that Dionysus really was made him feel sick, yet at the same time he could feel his body heat up again in the same way it had done before.

“I can resist you,” London replied, though he sounded slightly out of breathe. “I did so before.”

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus wasn’t going to let London’s words throw him off. He was on his way to getting London and he wasn’t going to stop now. The challenge actually thrilled him.

His hands moved to the sides of London’s face and he pressed the spirit back against the wall, his leg instantly pressing up between his legs. He let the images come. He let London see him in his immortal form, he let London feel the sexual bliss Dionysus could make him feel. He wanted images of what London loved the most to fill London’s mind. He wasn’t going to stop until he had London.

[londonthecity-blog]

“Oh, don’t be so petty,” London mocked. He was scared that Dionysus was going to take ‘revenge’, but he somehow hoped they could settle this differently. The mere thought of things like Dionysus existing terrified London and it’d take years–decades–to accept something like this. But for now all London could do was try and make a statement; that he wasn’t to be messed with. “If you touch them, you’ll regret it,” London spoke darkly.

[godofthevine-blog]

Petty? He chuckled and then chuckled louder when London threatened him. “And how will I regret that?” he asked, turning his eyes up slowly. “How will you punish me for being bad when you can’t resist me?” he asked, stepping closer and looking deeply into London’s eyes. He wasn’t just making the spirit feel attracted to him this time, though. This time he was causing London to see flashes of his immortal form too while he worked his seduction. He could be what London liked most. He could be what London couldn’t resist.

[londonthecity-blog]

London glared back at Dionysus without showing he was, in fact, scared about what Dionysus might do now. That wasn’t the point. The point was that he had to show the other that this city wasn’t to be played with.

“I don’t care,” London retorted. “Like I said before; you can’t use me. You tried and you failed.”

[godofthevine-blog]

“I don’t need to use you to get to you,” he stated, putting his glass of wine down and wiping his hand on his trousers. “Using to you is not what you’re afraid of. Using your people, hurting them, corrupting them... that’s what you fear. And you can’t control that, can you? You can’t control me.” He chuckled softly. “I had no reason to do that, but now...”

[londonthecity-blog]

London felt anger boil up in him. He couldn’t help but clench his hands to fists and his jaw suddenly felt tight as he watched how casually Dionysus announced it. “I don’t care what you made them think. You used them!” London stepped closer now and without warning aimed a punch right at the other’s face.

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus hadn’t expected the outburst. Sure, London probably tried to protect his people, but why would he concern himself with individual mortals like he did now?

When the punch landed, Dionysus stumbled back and moved his free hand to his face. Some wine had slopped out his glass and the red liquid was seeping into the floor now. He then looked up at London and tutted softly. “That wasn’t a good idea,” he said. “You’ve upset me now.”

[londonthecity-blog]

“Not necessarily,” London retorted. “Just because you’re lying low now doesn’t mean you’ll keep lying low. I don’t know what your intentions are, do I? I told you before I didn’t want to have sex, and you went through with it anyway. Tell me, how many of my people have you raped?”

[godofthevine-blog]

He had another sip and twirled the fingers of his free hand through his long hair, before tossing it back over his shoulder. “Plenty,” he said. “But they don’t regret it. I didn’t hurt them. They look back on it as a good time. What is your problem with that?”

[londonthecity-blog]

It was impossible to tell whether Dionysus was kidding or not, but one thing was certain and that was that London didn’t trust him and never would. Someone with this kind of power wasn’t to be trusted. He wasn’t talking to another spirit–not even of a spirit of a city much bigger than his own, which rarely happened–this was a God, whatever that meant.

“I’m not sure I like you.”

[godofthevine-blog]

“That’s not very nice,” he said, stepping back from London slowly, before having another sip of wine. He savoured the taste again. He was really enjoying this wine. “I’ve been here for a few weeks already. Surely if I was that much bad news as you’re assuming, you would have noticed me already.”

[londonthecity-blog]

No matter how Dionysus tried to convince him that he had no reason to use this information, London didn’t trust a word of it. The look in Dionysus’ eyes said enough; he loved playing with power.

“No matter what you try,” London started, trying to sound unafraid of the way Dionysus was nearing him. “You can’t use me for anything.”

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus pursed his lips. “I’m quite sure I could,” he said, threateningly. “If I so pleased... which I don’t.” His voice was lighter now. He loved playing with power, yes, and he had often caused disastrous things to happen simply because he was bored, but that didn’t mean that he felt inclined to do so now. “We could be friends, too. I like your city. I’m sure I’d like you,” he spoke. “If it works that way, at least.”

[londonthecity-blog]

London hated to hear Dionysus speak those words. There was a reason the spirits kept their existence secret and that was that nothing good ever came from exposing themselves. It made them vulnerable, even to humans.

“You already know more than you should,” London stated plainly. “You’re not going to learn anything more.”

[godofthevine-blog]

“You’re afraid of what I’ll do once I know everything. You think I’m going to use you, hurt you,” Dionysus stated, stepping towards London threateningly. “But I don’t have a reason to do any of that.” His words contradicted the way he was looking at London and belittling them with his gaze. He’d been around for too long to not play with someone’s vulnerability. It got boring if everything was straightforward.

[londonthecity-blog]

This had gone way too far and London had no idea how to talk himself out of this. Perhaps if Dionysus had never heard of the myth it wouldn’t have come to this, but now it was too late. He had to face the consequences the only way he knew how.

His shoulders dropped when he lost the tenseness in them and he sighed softly, before looking up at Dionysus. He was still terrified, but his expression was showing something else now; power. “Spirits.”

[godofthevine-blog]

Dionysus watched London’s exterior change. They were no longer hiding their immortality from him. They were no longer pretending to be human and slowly Dionysus felt like he was seeing him as he was. It caused him to grin.

“The spirit of London,” he said, feeling the words on his tongue. “What does it mean to be that? What do you do?” He was thrilled by his discovery, yet the hunger of before remained strong and he wanted to see it through. Perhaps his intermezzo would cut that interaction of theirs short. He could see that London was frightened of him. It probably shocked him to know that the Gods all existed and he’d never known about it. Likewise, Dionysus was surprised that he’d not known about the spirits. But instead of being afraid, it made him wonder what existed in this world of city spirits.

[londonthecity-blog]

Hearing those words made him feel more terrified than he’d done all night. It was almost impossible to keep a straight face, but he had to continue his lies, now more than ever. Dionysus seemed to be so close to unraveling it all. And then what would he do?

“What on earth are you talking about?” London tried. “Get out of my house, alright? It was a mistake taking you here.”

[godofthevine-blog]

This was a much more interesting night than he’d predicted. He wasn’t listening to London’s lies anymore. He could see right through them. “A little reckless, perhaps,” he replied, but his voice wasn’t threatening. “What does it mean?” he then said. “I’ve heard about it before. Cities, places having...” he moved his hand around in search of the word. “What would you call it?”