It (sort of) was spawned from trying to flesh out Beauregard's back-story. I didn't have much worked out about him just that over the course of his life he'd had several "relationships" (one time flings mostly) with both men and women and it somehow worked its way into the first time he found himself attracted to a man.
Yeah, idk either. But, it got into my head and just would not leave me alone, so I wrote it.
Also, I started this thing over like, half a dozen times before I got a beginning that I actually liked. (I am pleased with the title though and some aspects of the story) Also, it looked better with the indents. You can also read it on my dA here.
Beauregard('bow-regard') Beau('bow') (It's bow as in, bow-tie) In case you were wondering on name pronunciation.
"Hey, it's time to get up, time to get to work…Oi, wake up sleepy head…Beau wake up!"
Beauregard opened an eye and looked up into a familiar face. "Beau? That's a new one Dorian," said the demon as he sat up, one head on his hand.
The man gave a sheepish grin, "I had to get you up somehow."
The demon's lizard-like pupils narrowed in the bright morning sunlight that streamed into the room from the open window. "I slept in didn't I?" he asked as he pulled himself out of bed. "Why do you keep letting me sleep in like this?"
Dorian just flashed him a wry smile as he stood by the door, "You're cute when you sleep. Now get properly dressed get your tail, and the rest of you, out in the main room."
The door shut behind him with a click. "And dress warmly, we got a frost last night so it's cold outside," he called from the other side of the door.
Beauregard sighed, he'd been shacked up with the half demon and his merry gang of pickpockets or 'common thieves' as Dorian put it, since his arrival to the busy city.
On his first day there he'd made the mistake of walking outside after dark and was jumped by a pair of bandits. He ended up unintentionally impressing Dorian with his skill with a blade while defending himself and the man gave him a place to stay in exchange for some tips. At least that's what Dorian had said anyways.
When the demon questioned him on the difference between what his group did and what the bandits did to people Dorian was quick to point out that he never brought harm to any one, they simply lightened their purses. Somehow he convinced him to stay with them and help especially after it became clear that a demon wasn't going to find much work.
He looked towards the door, he'd never called him 'Beau' before and yet for some reason he didn't mind the nickname at all. He shook his head quickly, trying to rid the warm blush that had crept over his face at the thought.
"What happened, you fall back asleep in there?" asked Aya, the only female of Dorian's group.
He just shook his head and glanced around the room, Dorian was no where to be seen.
"Don't worry, he'll be back in a few minutes," she said. "He's waking the others up."
"I'm not worried," he said quickly. "Just surprised he's not here."
She just chuckled and shook her head before returning to her meal, "Your food's there," she indicated to the plate on the table, "You better finish before he gets back."
Half way through his meal Dorian returned and clapped Beauregard on the shoulder, "So, you ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what?" he asked, looking up at the grinning man.
"I have a job to do so I need you to keep a look out for me. Think you can do that?"
"Uh I think so." Beauregard tried to keep from stumbling over his words as he suddenly found himself nervous. Look out, that couldn't be too hard as all he had to do was just stay up high and make sure he wasn't discovered, a simple enough task.
He shivered as he stood on the roof of the first building; Dorian was right it was cold outside. A thin layer of frost and ice coated the roof tops and a dusting of snow covered the ground and the chill nipped at his exposed fingers and ears.
His breath fogged in the cold air as he exhaled and took off in a brisk trot across the roof tops.
As the end of the roof he was on came into sight he prepared to jump the small gap to the next roof. As he landed on the other roof he hit a patch of ice and lost his footing and stumbled to one side and the next thing he knew he was falling. There was no time for him to grab the edge; by the time he realized what was happening the edge was out of reach. He twisted around in the air before he hit the ground below, a sickening crunch splitting the air and a blinding pain ripping through him. In recoil his head hit the ground painfully; a howl of pain freed itself from his throat.
Dorian heard the cry and the crash and ran in the direction of it, his job could wait. Beauregard lay in a collapsed heap on the group, his left leg lay twisted in an awkward position and was badly torn open.
"Beau, Beau!" He ran towards the unmoving demon, his voice ringing with fear and nervousness. As he neared he could see blood pooling around his head where it had slammed into the ground. He placed a hand on his shoulder and the demon stirred slightly in reaction to his touch. That was a good sign; he was still alive and slightly conscious. "Beau, can you hear me?" he asked hands shaking as he spoke to him.
Beauregard mumbled something incoherent and closed his eyes again, plain blinding his vision and clouding his mind as the darkness finally won over and everything just blinked out around him.
A gentle hand lay against his head, smoothing his hair in a gentle manner and another hand was resting on his. He looked around through half open slits, his vision hazy and blurred. His head felt like it was tingling oddly and he couldn't figure out why. He could hear a faint voice talking to him from somewhere beside him though it sounded so far away. It sounded familiar, but in his daze he couldn't quite place it.
He tried to speak but all that he could manage was a string of incoherent gibberish.
"Let him rest," said a voice from his other side, a woman's voice. "He took a bad fall he needs his rest."
He tried to move, but his body ached and there was a stinging pain in his head. He gritted his teeth and made a painful groan.
"Don't try to move, you're in bad shape there Beau."
He finally placed the voice, it was Dorian's! He opened his eyes to look at the half demon who was seated beside him, both hands now resting in his lap though there was a look of worry on his face. He tried to sit up, only to be gently pushed back down by the nurse, and Dorian shook his head.
He tried to speak, but once again nothing but gibberish came out. Dorian chuckled, "Just rest, don't try to speak. You broke your leg in the fall, the doctor tried to reset the bones but it's pretty bad," said Dorian. "Plus you took a nasty whack to the head when you landed. It broke one of your horns."
Instinctively he reached up and sure enough, one of his spiralling horns had been broken, the source of the strange tingling pain he'd been feeling-like a toothache but on his head.
"Do uh, horns like that grow back?" Beauregard shook his head; horns were not like antlers, they didn't grow back when broken. "Oh, well uh you can totally pull off that look. I think it's rather distinguishing on you."
Beauregard wanted to hide his face, trying to keep his cheeks from flushing. He twisted his head away slightly so Dorian couldn't see his face. These compliments, normally it wouldn't effect him to hear anything like that but hearing them from Dorian was different. He liked it when Dorian complimented him, and not because it was a compliment but because it was Dorian saying this. It left a warm feeling inside him.
Until this point the only thing that had turned his head was a lovely lady but ever since coming to this town and meeting Dorian, it had been the half demon that was on his mind and turning his head.
He couldn't understand it, why he was feeling like this towards, another man. It was, strange.
"Hey, you alright?' asked Dorian, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He inadvertently shied away from the touch, not because he didn't want to be touched, but because he'd startled him. Dorian drew his hand back when Beauregard flinched.
"I, did not mean to make you uncomfortable," he said, his voice almost upset.
Beau's ears flicked up at this and he shifted his position slightly so he could see him, "You didn't," he said, his voice wobbly as he finally managed a coherent and understandable sentence.
He gritted his teeth as a splintering pain shot up his leg when he moved to sit up. He doubled over, holding his leg in pain and uttered a painful cry.
Dorian placed his hands on Beauregard's shoulders gently as if to calm him, the demon's face was contorted in agony as he held his leg. Tears of pain beaded in his eyes and he shook trying to block the pain from his mind. "Beau, Beau," his voice was gentle as he spoke to him trying to calm him down. His hands moved from his shoulders to the sides of his face, holding him gently as he spoke, "Just listen to my voice Beau. It's going to be alright."
Beau trembled slightly as he found himself looking into the man's gentle brown eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat as he sat there, Dorian holding his face gently in his hands as he spoke to him in gentle tones, in a tone he'd never heard from him before.
"Try not to move to much, it'll hurt less if you don't move," he said stroking Beau's cheeks and brushing away the pained tears that had freed themselves from his eyes.
A slightly startled look crossed over Beau's face as the man's fingers brushed his cheek, and Dorian began to pull his hands away fearing he'd once again made the demon uncomfortable. Beauregard reached out and curled his hands around Dorian's. He blushed deeply and Dorian just smiled, allowing his fingers to twist around his as they sat there in silence.
"I can, call you Beau right?' he asked breaking the silence finally.
The demon just nodded, "That's, fine."
Despite being a demon and having swifter healing than a human, it still took Beauregard nearly a week to recover from his injuries, most of it was spent sitting in bed with his leg bandaged in a thick, heavy cast. Dorian made numerous private trips to visit him while he healed, playfully teasing him about the fact that he should have healed quickly being a full blooded demon.
"Just lean on my shoulder and you'll be fine," said Dorian, helping Beauregard to his feet, the cast having finally been removed.
Lack of use made his leg weak and he nearly collapsed when he tried to stand up. One arm was slung over Dorian's shoulders while Dorian had one arm around his back to help him stand without falling.
"Think you'll be strong enough to support me?" asked Beau with a cheeky grin.
"I'm not that weak Beau," he said. "Just because I'm not pureblooded like you doesn't mean that I'm weak." His voice was teasing and lighthearted as the two of them walked, Beauregard limping along as they walked.
Beauregard sighed heavily as he sat down, rubbing his leg. It throbbed with a dull ache, having been out of use for so long. "Walking never hurt so much," he said. He looked up at Dorian, who was leaning against the door frame to his room, arms folded across his chest, "You ever broken your leg?"
"Can't say that I have. I've busted my wrist in a fight and I've broken my nose. But I've never busted myself up as bad as you did," replied Dorian.
"I slipped ok. That roof was icy and I lost my footing. I thought we went over this."
Dorian grinned, "And you wonder why I tease. You make it so easy." His playful grin softened and he let his arms fall to his sides, "But really, I'm glad you're back. It was getting boring without you here."
Beauregard felt his cheeks warm and he tried to look away, Dorian had actually missed him. He looked up when he found a hand touching his head.
"You just focus on recovering alright Beau?" His hand moved down, brushing against his cheek as he spoke. His touch was gentle and comforting, almost caring. "You're a lot more fun when you can actually walk." He moved his hand at the sound of voices and movement outside, "The others are back. I'd better make sure they're fine."
As he watched him leave Beauregard felt a twisting in his chest, an almost yearning. He didn't want him to leave; he wanted him to stay just a bit longer.
It took nearly another week of limping and hobbling around, and words of encouragement from Dorian before Beauregard could walk without aid, though he still limped and hobbled.
"See, I told you that you could do it," said Dorian as the demon limped across the room to the dining table.
"It still hurts though. I never knew a healing leg could be so painful." He leaned on the door-frame to move weight off the sore leg.
"Never been injured before?"
He shook his head, "Not this badly. I've bruised myself sure, but never broken anything." He looked over at Dorian, "And I am not climbing on the roof again, at least not when it's coated in ice."
"Duly noted. Now come and sit down and have something to eat."
Beauregard had gotten only a few steps away from the door when he placed too much pressure on his leg. The pain returned and he stumbled, his leg giving out from under him. With nothing to grab onto he fell, and would have crashed to the floor had Dorian not caught him before he fell, the half demon's speed and reflexes startling him.
"You should be more careful," he said as he helped Beauregard right himself, one arm around his middle. As Beauregard righted himself in Dorian's hold he found himself face to face with the half demon, his heart up in his throat. "Are you alright?" asked Dorian.
"I'm fine, would have been worse if I'd actually fallen."
Dorian smiled, touching his face with one hand, "Good, I'd hate to see you hurt again." His hand drew the demon closer to him, his fingertips trailing along his jaw line.
Beauregard didn't shy at the touch, he didn't move or try to escape; he didn't want to. His hands rested on Dorian's shoulders, where he'd placed them to steady himself when the half demon helped him up. Something warm covered his mouth, a pair of lips pressed gently against his.
His heart missed a beat, but he didn't dare pull away lest this be a mere dream and he wake up from it. He blushed as he felt a gentle pressure on the back of his head, pressing their lips closer. Instinctively he held onto Dorian's shoulders, half to keep from falling again and half to keep himself from running away.
Dorian's hand rested against the back of his neck as his lips slide off the demon's. His fingers brushed against his skin lightly; a smile danced on his lips as they looked at each other, Beauregard trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Before he could put his thoughts into words Dorian was steering him in the direction of the table so he could sit. No sooner was he seated than the front door swung open and Aya came marching in followed by several others.
"We missed you out there today Dorian," she said.
"I was taking care of a friend," he said, one hand resting on Beauregard's shoulder.
She rolled her eyes; "I think he can look after himself for a couple hours."
Dorian just shrugged before going to inspect what they'd brought, he didn't appear to care what she thought.
Although he'd said he'd never go on the roof again, that is exactly where Beauregard found himself one evening, his nearly healed leg stretched out in front of himself.
"May I join you?" Dorian's face peered over the edge of the roof, the man standing on the stuff that Beau had used to get on the roof.
"O-Of course," he said, a little surprised that he was out here.
Dorian smiled and pulled himself up in one swift movement before making his way over to the demon's side.
"What're you doing up here?" asked Beauregard.
"Same as you, escaping the rowdy folks inside. With the amount of booze in there it'll get noisy and crazy pretty fast. I don't want to be part of that." Dorian grinned, "Besides I'd rather spend it with you." He placed his hand on Beau's, his fingers linking through his.
Beauregard blushed, despite it being nearly a week since Dorian had kissed him the man's affections confused him. He was confused because, while he actually liked it, it seemed odd coming from another man rather than a woman.
"Is this, normal?" he asked finally.
"Is what normal?"
"T-this. Being, like this?"
"It all depends. I have always found men more attractive than women. So for me, this is normal. What about you?"
Beauregard shrugged, "I'm not sure anymore. I mean, I was with a woman once but it didn't last. We were better as friends. I still talk to her from time to time."
"And yet you do not mind my company." Dorian brushed his fingers over his hand, his other hand tilting Beauregard's chin up, "So perhaps, that this is normal for you Beau."
A half smile creased his lips and he leaned over and kissed Dorian, "Perhaps you're right."
Dorian gave him a teasing grin, "Of course I am." Dorian's hands cupped Beau's face as they kissed again, the demon finally allowing his emotions to take over and push everything else out of his mind. His ears lay down against the side of his head in a relaxed manner, his hands running from Dorian's shoulders and down his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.
"This, may not be the best place for this," said Beauregard as their lips parted for a moment. "I for one do not feel like ending up back in an infirmary from falling off here."
Dorian seemed to smirk, "Well, then why don't we go somewhere, a little more comfortable, and warmer?" he suggested. "Like, inside?" His smirked turned to a wry grin and he leaned close, his lips hovering over his ear, "I'm sure we can find somewhere private for the two of us."
Beau felt his heart skip a beat and his face flush red.
"Speechless I see," he brushed a finger along his cheek, "Well, come on. With how drunk they are I doubt they'll notice us, hell they probably don't even know we're missing as it is."
He led Beau down off the roof and inside through a back door. They could hear noise from the main room of the building, rowdy drunken noise. Dorian motioned for him to follow, leading him towards a spare room.
"You sure they won't notice?" he asked.
"You heard them, you think those noisy birds will notice anything?" Dorian shook his head, "You need to relax and stop worrying so much." He put his hands on either side of his head, holding his face gently so he could look at him "Just relax alright?"
"I'm just, nervous, that's all," admitted Beauregard. "It's not like I've ever done this before."
He stroked his cheeks gently and smiled, "Like I said, relax a little." He kissed his forehead before pushing the door open and leading him inside.
The room muffled the sounds of the drunken party going on just down the hall from them. It was sparsely furnished, even more so than the rest of the building, having only the bare necessities.
"That bed does not look very comfortable," remarked Beauregard as Dorian double-checked the door, making sure it was locked properly so no one walked in on them.
"You make it sound as if we're going to be sleeping tonight," replied Dorian, winding his arms around his middle from behind and bringing his lips to Beau's neck.
He made a noise in surprise and felt his body shiver at the new touch.
"At least, if that is what you want," he said upon receiving no reply from the demon.
"I'm not really sure…" He knew what Dorian was getting at, though he wasn't sure how it would work with two men.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. If you don't want to, we don't have to." He moved his lips up to the edge of his jaw, "But I want you for myself tonight."
"I won't argue there," he said before their lips found one another's again and he kissed him back. "I don't feel like sharing tonight either."
Beauregard shifted his position slightly and looked at a sleeping Dorian who, despite all his talk earlier, had been a lot more tired than he'd let on. One arm was draped across his stomach as he lay on his back, dressed only in his trousers. And he was snoring, a sound that made Beau snicker at first. While he could elegant doing the simplest of tasks, he looked anything but that now.
He smiled as he rested his hand in Dorian's other hand as he closed his eyes, lying on his side as he drifted off to sleep, the sounds from the other room having died down quite a bit by this point.