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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 26, 2012 23:02:52 GMT -5
Periods wherein Lord Doom went for days or even weeks without emerging from his private quarters were not uncommon. His black moods were already legend and there were Doombots sufficient to hold down the fort and impersonate him for all official purposes he did not deign worthy of an appearance. But it was a novel thing for Victor to lock himself away from the world because he was happy.
Three days' worth of lavish meals for two, several bottles of wine, fresh bed linens, and a few other memorable but necessary requests left little to the imagination about what was keeping him so content. Doom lay sprawled out on scarlet sheets, hairy legs propped up against a bedpost. He was tranquilly all but nude with Tybalt beside him, idly stroking the small of his back -- Doom had just finished terrorizing someone over the telephone and was feeling very satisfied.
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 26, 2012 23:15:07 GMT -5
Tybalt did not have the faintest knowledge of the hour, of the amount of sunlight there was, if any of it was even in the chamber - he had forsaken sight long since, and apart from meals, which he and Doctor Doom took separately for obvious reasons, and baths (the ones that did not involve a sponge and Doom's good-natured and salacious chuckles over his nakedness), Tybalt had spent the last three days blindfolded.
The simplicity of this state of being might have driven other men insane, but for Tybalt it was a great and overpowering relief to be so dependant and sedentary. He could not see the deep color of Doom's flushed skin, but he knew where his body was, and could rest against his bulk. And he could taste him. Tybalt left mindful kisses over his chest the entire time Doom spoke into the item called a telephone, not knowing what Doom was saying and not straining to understand, ether. He was content with what he had.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 27, 2012 9:46:24 GMT -5
Tybalt looked very, achingly beautiful. His presence was calming, and Doom's contacts at the United Nations reaped the benefits of it.
"I'm through with dealing with imbecilic diplomats. Are you comfortable?"
Periodically Victor did want to check on him. Tybalt was used to outright shameful treatment, his lack of an outright objection didn't count for much.
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 27, 2012 23:26:02 GMT -5
"Yes, as ever, my lord."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 27, 2012 23:28:27 GMT -5
He leaned over and pressed his mouth to just at Tybalt's hairline.
"Good."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 27, 2012 23:32:32 GMT -5
Tybalt stilled and shivered, and smiled without realizing he'd done so. He had done so a few times, lazily. Surrendering knowledge of what expressions he made to Doom's good judgment in keeping him blind meant he was much less self-conscious.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 28, 2012 22:16:22 GMT -5
"Do you feel capable of venturing outside the bedroom today?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 29, 2012 1:59:54 GMT -5
Tybalt stretched blindly out over Doom's naked expanse of chest, nuzzling.
"Mm," he said helplessly. "I'm bound to say yes." He sounded reluctant, however.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 29, 2012 14:13:53 GMT -5
"In my company, and in solitude, of course."
He traced the scar on Tybalt's shoulder blade very lightly with his middle and ring finger.
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 29, 2012 22:24:14 GMT -5
Tybalt did not get the chance to remain in bed for so long and he was a little drunk on the comfort of it - even outside of the fact that he had spent three days making love. He did not object to being away from the bed if he would still be with Doom, though.
"I can bear all things in your company, my lord."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 29, 2012 23:21:33 GMT -5
If Tybalt would let him, Doom would commission a hundred portraits of this man. Monuments would immortalize his raw and unpretending beauty. His first selfish act had been endeavoring to keep him here, in order that he might look at him -- now Tybalt deserved his freedom, but the pleasure of looking at him was not something Doom was prepared to sacrifice.
"Given a time for your eyes to adjust, of course," he said, a little darkly.
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 29, 2012 23:24:37 GMT -5
"If it please your lord, I could never see again-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 29, 2012 23:27:02 GMT -5
"While I am pleased by your dedication, that would only be necessary under the most extreme circumstances. Your eyes are much too beautiful."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 29, 2012 23:27:44 GMT -5
"So are yours."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 29, 2012 23:29:26 GMT -5
Doom laughed. "It's a shame they're set in such a face as this, then."
Tybalt's hair was getting long indeed, or perhaps that was merely the effect of seeing it spread across his naked throat and back.
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