The Houseguest

[Trillian]

"Mmmmmmn," Lazarus rumbled the sound from deep in his chest, akin to a purring.  He stared at Michael for a very long time, trying to picture him in the role he\'d declared for himself and not quite able to do so as clearly as he would like.  He would need a display to kickstart his imagination, he believed, which required Dominic\'s presence.  Not much time had passed since Lazarus had manipulated Michael onto the bed with him and begun their awkward conversation, though he was sure time was passing much more slowly for the mortal at his side - it was a matter of perception, after all.  Time was relative, he\'d heard.

"When Dom comes into the bedroom, one of you is going to suck me off," Lazarus declared matter-of-factly, wondering if Dom would ask his boyfriend to perform the deed (for he\'d done it already, right?) or if he would perform the task himself to save himself from watching his partner do it.  It would be interesting to see what role Michael would choose, for it would be Michael\'s choice and not Dominic\'s.  "Do you want to watch him do it or do it yourself?"

[realworldweirdo]

"We\'ll do it together." Michael declared stubbornly, his mind still stuck on emphasizing his partnership with his boyfriend. Belatedly, he realized that he\'d answered a bit too quickly and probably sounded eager.

"Ah, that is that we do things together, and I\'m not going to let you force me to betray Dom with that kind of choice."

Shit! he cursed in his mind. What the fuck did I just say?

His random fidgeting stopped as soon as he got angry with himself, and he stared off into the space over the foot of the bed. It hadn\'t been long at all, but he really wished Dom would hurry up and get out of the shower. Though now he had his misgivings about that, because then he\'d be forced to pleasure the invader on his own bed.

[Existentially Odd]

Once Michael left the bathroom, Dominic slowly and carefully rubbed the cake of soap all over his chest and arms, eventually realising (when he passed down to his abdomen for the fifth time) that he would be unable to bend over and wash his lower half quickly.

The throbbing in his head forced him to step out of the shower and reach for three aspirin from the container in the medicine cabinet before he retreated back under the spray, using it to wash the little tablets down his throat.

In that brief time, he\'d seen Lazarus on the bed from his peripheral vision but had studiously ignored it - as he\'d ignored the fact that Michael was speaking to the vampire.  The water was a haven he knew he\'d have to leave soon but he did his best to delay it as long as possible, gingerly bending down to clean his muddy legs off in a manner that did not cause his head to explode.

Eventually, he had to concede to the inevitable and he shut the water off, towelling himself dry in a mechanical manner.  He could hear the murmur of voices in the bedroom but purposely didn\'t try to make out what they were saying; he was pretty sure he didn\'t want to know.  His thoughts were as numb as the pain in his skull was becoming and it was very pleasurable.  He hung up his towel, applied deodorant and walked into the bedroom with only the goal of getting into a pair of boxer shorts in mind.

He headed for the dresser with singular determination, looking neither left nor right and acknowledging no-one else.  They would have to speak his name or make contact with him somehow to force him out of his self-imposed bubble of numbness, in all likelihood.