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Lucifer Rising	By : TanyaElizabeth Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Picture of Dorian Gray Views: 3700 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.

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Title: Lucifer Rising
Author: Fallen Iceangel
Fandom: The Picture Of Dorian Gray
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Rape, Slash, Unbeta’d fic…
Summary: James Vane is back and less than pleased with Dorian. Response to a challenge a friend gave. She hasn’t had the chance to beta but I’m impatient. ^^U When it’d been beta read, I’ll repost. The challenge was to have these Keywords: Velvet, opium, and someone being draped in lots of jewelry and it being removed slowly.
Disclaimer: I only own this story. I DON'T own the characters or the challenge given to me to write this. The Characters belong to Oscar Wilde.

P.S. Since Fic hasn’t been Beta’ed, it is likely to change in some places when it is. I’ll say if there were any changes in the summary. ^^

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It started with a dream.

An opium induced dream but a dream none the less.

After I had foolishly released the boy I assumed to be my sister’s murder go, I found out that I had not been mistake at all. Fury at the escaped boy and at myself filled me. After taking some of the rage out on innocent boxes and other discarded trash, I went back to the building I had seen the damned boy at.

As the sweet drug burned through me, images filled my revenge hungry mind. The blonde beauty lying trapped on a bed, tears streaming down flushed cheeks. Glittering with gold and jewels in the moonlight, he begged – pleaded – for me to release him.

When I came too, the front of my pants were stained with the evidence of my desired revenge.

It was not hard to find the infamous Dorian Gray. His name could be found on the lips of even the lowest merchant. The beautiful, ageless Dorian Gray who lead all he touched to ruin.

I was amazed the ‘young’ man did not seem concerned by his near death. I followed him, not closely mind you, but enough to know where he was, and waited. I watched the sickeningly snobbish tea party he attended.

He talked to two people in general: a pretty women and a dark older man. I smiled to myself as I see Prince Charming leaving the safety of the crowd. I stalk through the bushes, following the slender man. He began examining the orchids. Smiling to myself, I look for an entrance. I freeze when a twig snaps under my foot.

Prince Charming looks up and freezes, seeing me. I watched in extreme interest as he pales considerable and gaps at me, no doubt trying to form words, before, with a pleasant sounding whimper, faints.

I want to go forth then and take him but the sound of running footsteps warns me off. I watch from the shadows as the dark haired man runs in and kneels beside Dorian, obviously worried.

So the boy has yet another he wants to lead to death. I thought as I watched the man pick up the smaller.

I was thoroughly disappointed to say the least.

It was a few days later I finally got my revenge.

I lurked outside his home for a few days, seeing the inhabitant’s habits. I saw that one of the butlers, the one I have seen Gray use most often, had a habit of leaving after midnight to go to a tavern a good five blocks away. I noted the man’s habit and put it away for later use. Chances are, he was Prince’s main servant thus the one closest to his bedchamber. For what I had planned, it would do no good to have witnesses. I waited for my prey to appear, to leave the house, but he did not come out. It was by the light of the full moon that I tired of waiting.

I followed the butler to his tavern and even bought the foolish man a few drinks. After the first three drinks, the alcohol started to loose most taste to him so he didn’t notice the sleeping drug I slipped in. I left him before he passed out, not wanting the tender to dump the poor lad on me, especially with my plans.

In the darkness of midnight, I snuck back to the mansion. Slipping in over the fence and hiding in the bushes, I waited to hear the bell tolling. At the striking of one, I crept into the large home and into the Devil’s room. He slept on in a large bed, the sheer canopy waving in the now open window. I crept forward, almost shivering in delight to see the boy, encircled in velvet blankets, whimpering in his sleep.

My fingers run across the vial of ether I had brought. A few breaths of the liquid and my prey would be out long enough for me to prepare the dream. I, as silently as I could, got the cloth from my pocket and pulled the cork from the vial. Soaking the cloth, I leaned over the blonde man.

I smirk as the blue eyes slowly open, still dazed with sleep, before they widened in fear. Before he could scream, I press the cloth over his mouth and nose. He struggles under me at first but grows weak quickly and soon passes out.

I take a deep victory breath and stand back to admire the drugged man. Slim body, pale skin, a face finely formed with an almost effeminate touch – Oh! What fun we sailors could have had if this boy had been on my ship.

I pull the blankets and sheets from my prey’s body, pleased to find him in only undergarments. I quickly rid the boy of the little clothing he wore and began to search the room. It was not long before I found what I was searching for in a jewelry box.

I must say I was impressed by the selection and thrilled by the ambiguousness of certain pieces.

Why would dear Prince Charming have such beautiful necklaces so obviously meant for a woman’s neck? I laughed to myself, holding the sparkling diamond jewelry. It could have easily have covered the boy’s willowy throat. In the box also lay matching bracelets. I set these aside and continued looking. The diamonds were soon joined by strings of pearls, emeralds, sapphires, and rubes.

I brought the treasures over to the bed and began covering the white limbs with them. I went over to the discarded velvet blankets that lay in a forsaken pile on the floor. I ripped a long, wide strip free and went back to the unconscious boy.

Winding the dark red cloth around the pale wrists, I tied him, making sure not to overlap the jewels.

I move to the end of the bed, sitting on my hunches as I surveyed my work.

The moonlight filtered in from the window, casting silver shadows to the pale face. The jewelry glittered on his neck, arms, and ankles giving Prince Charming an angelic aura.

I reach into my pocket again and fetch out the small tube of powder. I open it and wave it under the Prince’s nose. He flinches away and slowly opens his eyes. I smiled in delight as they widened and he tried to scramble away. I grab onto one of his calf’s harshly, enough to bruise, and pulled him back.

“Hello, Mr. Gray.” I smirk down at him, the mere sight of the defenseless man making me grow harder. “We’ve met before have we not?” I said, digging into his calf harder.

He winces at the pain, tears, to my utter delight, forming in his eyes. He whimpers and tries to pull away. “Please…” he says, pale skin white in the moonlight. “Don’t hurt me…”

I laugh softly before striking out at him, hard enough to make the boy fall back onto the bed. “You don’t have the right to beg me for mercy.” I snarl down at him.

He gives a muffled sob as he holds his bruising cheek with his bound hands. He shakes his head slightly, ruffling the blonde curls. Smiling, I reach down and to tangle a hand into the hair. With a jerk, I pulled his head back so he had no other choice but to look at me.

“Please…” He begged, eyes wide and wet with tears. “I-I never meant for it to happen.”

Scowling, I threw him down, his head hitting the backboard of the bed. He winced and sobbed softly, biting his lip.

“Please, Please, I swear…” He started but another hit stopped the useless words. I grab his hair again and pull him up. Smirking in a way I’m sure the other found terrifying way, I kissed him harshly.

I could feel the bound hands pushing at me weakly as I felt the boy tremble. Forcing the pink lips apart, I ran my tongue over the wet inside. I could feel the hot tears smearing onto my face from the bastard’s cheeks. As I pulled away, I caught Gray’s bottom lip with my teeth, biting it. He yelled in pain as blood came into my mouth. I let the piece of flesh go and smiled darkly at him, knowing blood probably covered my chin as well as his.

He was sobbing fully now. I cannot begin to explain how beautiful he seemed right then… Pale skin flushed in pain and fear, blood staining the bottom lip and delicate chin, bruises forming on the tear soaked cheeks. The image was enough to make me moan in desire.

I pulled away slightly to pull off my coat and shirt. He sobs harder as I expose myself to him. I lean over him, a hand on either side of his head, and leer down at him.

“I’ve heard tell of your sexual escapades… I suppose my sister, Sibyl, was the first.” I sneer, moving one hand to grasp the diamond-covered neck. He shook his head despite my hold.

“No, No, I didn’t…” He was cut off as I tightened my hand.

“Don’t lie to me, Boy.” I hissed at him before claiming his mouth again. He gives a whining whimper and screws his eyes shut.

Panting, I pull back, the pressure building in the front of my pants too distracting. I quickly rid myself the remainder of my clothing and return to the bed in time to stop him from scrambling away.

The boy sobbed as I pulled him back onto the bed. The blue eyes now bloodshot, the cheeks flushed and stained with tears, blood still dripped from the abused lips, and bruises were marring the once flawless skin. He looks up at me, sobbing softly.

“Please… Let me go…” He whimpers. “I-I can pay you… anything you want.”

“Anything?” I repeat, smirking down at him before kissing the lips harshly. He gives a whining groan in the back of his throat as he tenses.

A wicked thought comes to me and I leave the lips and start kissing down his smooth jaw line. I move down the jewel-covered throat and down the thin chest, pausing to lick at the nipples till they were perked in arousal. I give one another flick of my tongue, making the boy utter a soft moan. Urged on by the sweet sound, I kiss down his stomach to his groin. I pull back too see if Gray was aroused at all.

The limp cock lay placidly in the nest of blonde curls. I grasp it tightly, educing a gasp from him. He clenches his eyes closed and bites his lip. I lean down at run my tongue over the limp head. I feel it harder slightly as Gray shivers.

“Don’t…” He pleads choking on held back sobs.

Laughing softly, I engulf the whole of him. He yelps and arches into my mouth. I grab the slender hips and hold him down, not a hint of gentleness in my grasp. He winces but moans while I run my tongue over him, drawing him into full hardness.

“Please…” He moans softly, his cheeks red with shame and crying. His bound hands have wound their way into my hair, digging into my scalp. I move a hand from his hips to roughly push a digit into the tight entrance. He gives a pained scream and tries to squirm away. I slightly nip of my teeth and he stills, wincing. He sobs again and pulls his hands away from me to cover his face.

I pump the digit into his passage, adding another before he was fully stretched from the first. He cries out, muffled by his bound hands. Regardless of the pain I know I am inflicting, he is still hard in my mouth; I could taste the first few drops of pre-cum dripping from his head. I start circling the head with my tongue, determined the make him cum. He moans brokenly, sweat dotting the flushed skin.

With a few more laps of my mouth, he tenses and shots his release into my mouth. Making sure not to let the slick substance be swallowed, I remove my fingers from him and crawl up to him. I pull his arms away and kiss him deeply, using my tongue to push the cum into his mouth. His eyes widen and he tries not to swallow. I press a hand to his throat and message, forcing his throat to open up. After gulped the seed down, he jerks his head away with a sob and coughs, obviously trying to vomit it back up.

I move back down his body and raise his legs to expose the abused hole, getting his attention again.

“NO!” He cries, struggling anew. He makes a kick at me but I easily grab the fighting limb and twist it painfully. He screams again before I backhand him. I hold his legs on my shoulders and press against him. Without my hands to guide myself, I have to rub the head of my erection until I find the tight entrance. Once found, I thrust in. He screams loudly as I bury myself to the hilt. He twists and tries to fight again but his moves are weak and painful.

I lean forward and release his legs to grasp onto the sparkling tied hands. I force the hands back above his head and bend him in such a way that his couldn’t kick me if he tried. He screams beautiful as I tear his insides – I can feel the blood slicking my way. He struggled to free his hands and even kick at me but any attempts only forced me deeper.

Finally, exhausted, he fell limp onto the bed as I drove our bodies together. He refused to look at me, his head turned to the side, eyes half closed from crying so much. The moonlight from the window makes the jewels and tears sparkle brilliantly. I pulled out of him and roughly flipped him onto his stomach. He gave a startled yelp at the change in position before crying out as I reentered him. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I force him up onto his knees.

He leans on his elbows as I pull his bottom up and thrust back into him. I moan as I go deeper in the hot flesh, feeling the tight muscles clench around me in pain. I pull back to the point where I am almost out of him before pushing back in roughly, jarring the smaller body under. Gray is panting under me, his head lowered and shoulder’s heaving. I leaned over him and lick the sweat from the nape of his neck before biting into him. I taste the blood that oozes into my mouth as Prince Charming cries out in pain. A few more thrusts into the tight passage and I climax. I thrust a few more times before pulling out.

I lay on top of him for a moment, feeling Gray shaking under me. Satisfied, I get up to get dressed. I was going to leave him but as I was about to go back through the window, I heard a soft sound. Thinking it was Gray crying, I looked over.

Glittering in the moonlight, the Fallen Angel sat on the bed, blood running down his legs and mouth, jewels glowing, and he laughed. I froze at the window, staring, convinced Lucifer himself had appeared.

I regained by senses as his laughter intensified. I left the damned room and all but slammed the window shut but his laughter could still be heard. My heart pounding, I fled the estate, the laughter ringing in my ears.

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Yes, I made Dori-chan insane… Or is he... XD He seems like a fan of RolePlay... and, yes, this could have been written better…

Please review and fuss at me about that… after all…

A review is a review. XD

A Note To The Idiot That Thinks He's Oscar Wilde. Learn To Read. Vane was still live when this story took place. Dorian probably wouldn't have minded a nickname, especially one that referres to how cute he is. The Jewelry was his mother's/'Girlfriend's/His personal collection along with is own cuffs and pins. Dorian DID like being drapped in them as tied up - He's quite a good actor, don't you think? And lastly, if MY research is right, the Real Oscar Wilde never went to Molly Houses to begin with.

And To 'Lucifer' - Fuck You too. ^.~
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