Hard To Resist, So Touchable ((Dorian))

[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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"You know what. This would have been a lot easier if I didn't have to drag this lot with me," Jack complained, gesturing wildly at the kids. Jack was Cai’s other father, only Cai called him Jack, just like his older sister. Jack didn’t like being called dad. It just made him feel old. Or at least, that’s what he said it made him feel. With Jack, they were never sure. Jack was an America and didn’t exactly like blending in, standing in a RAF coat. Still, it commanded him respect and that’s why Cai loved him so much. Cai just laughed, hugging him tightly, recieving a tight squeeze back. "I'll miss you, Cai," Jack whispered, letting go of him and holding Cai at arms length. "So will Yan. But have a good time. Ok?" Ianto was Cai’s father, named dad by the whole family. Ianto was the younger of the two and was often in suits. He was Welsh, who Cai got his accent from and was the more careful and motherly type figure of the two men. Cai nodded, hugging his siblings tightly, before picking up his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. He felt the weight of the bag fall on him, as the homesick feeling threatened to rise inside him. Turning around to face his family, he looked at all of them. Nikki was watching him with a proud look. Nikki was his eldest sister, adopted before he was born at the age of one. She was the sensible one, the most like Ianto out of the lot of them. Rosie and Sam, on the other hand, were watching him with sadness, not wanting him to go. Rosie was his youngest sister and the one who seemed to want the most attention, that coming from Jack himself. Sam, on the other hand, had Ianto’s quiet personality, but had a smile that could rival Jack’s own smile.

Smiling at his family, he started walking through the car park, weaving out of various cars of all shapes, colours and sizes. Although, the amount of black cars in the car park was quite interesting. There were more black cars than any other colour at all. His gaze fell on a silver car and he stared at it, looking at every inch of it. It was amazing. He carried on staring at it while the familiar sound of the black, sleek SUV that Jack had drove away behind him. The SUV was almost always known as Jack and Ianto’s baby. They cared about the SUV a lot, cleaning it inside and out almost every day, often asking Cai to help. However, Cai was never allowed to even try to drive the SUV. If he broke the SUV, he would be killed. There was no doubt about it. He placed his bag down on the floor and gently ran a hand over the bonnet, smiling to himself. This car was the best ever car he had seen and Cai had seen a lot of nice cars in his time. Even Jack would admit that this car beat the SUV hands down and Jack never said anything like that at all. Cai also knew that owner of this car must be very rich. Cai did own a lot of money, that was true, but he would never have been able to buy a car like this. For one thing, he wasn’t allowed anywhere near cars. He had no control over steering and would consistently end up almost crashing into any car, tree, building or even person that was anywhere near him. One time, he had managed to crash into four cars consecutively…whilst they were parked. Cai really did have a lot of trouble in the steering department.

Taking his hand away from the car, he picked his backpack up, placing it on his left shoulder and continuing his walk towards the grounds of Trinity College. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he went through the arch and surveyed the masses of people heading towards their various rooms. Cai could still remember his interview with the head. It was so scary. He had been forced into a suit, something he had never worn in his whole life, and, though it felt nice, it still was an odd feeling. He couldn’t understand why his father liked to wear suits so much at all. It truly was odd. Dr Maltravers was a nice guy, and Cai’s A*s at A Level certainly helped gain him entry to the college. But it wasn’t that which stuck in his mind. It was the young man who had barged into the interview and told him that he was in. He learnt that day that this was the President of the Dandelion Club, and he also knew that he really wanted him, no matter what happened. The grass was beautifully cut and, looking up, Cai could see the whole college was huge. He smiled to himself, walking down the large path and stopping in the very centre of the grassy area. He pulled his key out of his pocket, looking at the number. “Number 13. Unlucky for some,” Cai murmured, biting his lip and looking around. He had absolutely no idea how to get to his room. Not one clue.

He sighed, putting the key back in his pocket and glancing around him. He noticed there were a lot of people in golden waistcoats. He followed them with his eyes, noticing an expression he had seen in a few people. Smugness. They were obviously part of the Dandelion Club and this was probably for the rich. Cai sighed. How was he going to get anywhere in this place. It was just full of people and none of them he knew at all. He paused, spotting a familiar head in the crowd. Picking up his bag, he walked over to the young man, coughing to get his attention. “Excuse me?” he asked politely, his Welsh lilt seemingly stronger than normal. He cursed inwardly. He hoped it didn’t hinder his chances with him. He really did.

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There was Dorian, president of The Dandelion Club, giving another one of his speeches to a crowd of people, promoting a new idea to ‘make the school a better place’. “The Dandelion Club needs new member and I believe that the girls should have an equal opportunity to become a member of this Club. There have been many amazing females who have helped out country that there was no way that I could name them all. We don’t live in the dark ages any more. We now know that females are just as good as men. This whole club is about having fun and letting the rich and prestige to have their own club but what about all the rich girls out there. Take my cousin Rosalind for example!” Dorian exclaimed, pointing into the audience at his beautiful cousin. Rosalind was incredibly stunning. Dorian knew that. He had even slept with her a couple of time. Out of the whole of the Gaudain family it was obvious that Dorian was the best looking male but he had to say that Rosalind was the best looking female by miles. You could defiantly tell that they were related though. The had the same heart melting smile and they both had the charm that got so many people into bed. As he pointed at Rosalind, Dorian saw her smile and wave to all the people looking at her. Typical of her, she loved the attention. Then again he loved it to. Being president of the Dandelion Club did give you a lot of attention and Dorian lived on his popularity. He could literally get anybody he wanted to to do something for him and they would do it, no questions asked. He loved it. Not only did he know that Rosalind was smiling at the attention but the row of boys sat behind him were smirking. He was sure everyone in the Dandelion club had had a go with Rosalind, so he defiantly wasn’t the only one that thought she was extremely gorgeous. However, even with all this attention that she was getting from the boys in the Dandelion club she had decided to go with Theo McKenzie, the clever boy who had ask Dorian if he could join the Dandelion Club and Dorian had had to remind him that his parents were poor so there was no way that he could ever get in. Quite a harsh way to put it but it was true and Dorian didn’t care if he hurt Theo’s feelings. He wished that Rosalind wasn’t dating him but there was no way that Dorian was going to stop him. He wasn’t like his father who tried to control Rosalind even though Rosalind was only his niece. Rosalind’s own father cherished her and practically worshiped the ground she walked on but he was always busy and neither Dorian or even Rosalind had seen him in months, maybe years. He was very very important and had to work away in different countries most of the time. Anyway; he needed to focus on the speech. This was probably the most important speech that anyone in the history of Trinity had given and he wasn’t going to mess it up. There were going to be big changes around her if he got his own way and if only was to quote the speech he was making today then he wanted it to be good. When he was in primary and secondary school his favourite subject and the one which he was best at had been English. All of his English teachers had been shocked and delighted by the quality of work that Dorian produced even when Dorian had been of a young age. It just came so naturally to him. When he was faced with something like an essay or a speech he would just write down everything that was in his mind and then rewrite it so that it would make sense and is of good grammar, although normally his thoughts are of good grammar so this is not normally a problem. When it got to his GCSE’s he passed every single one of them to an A and A* grade standard but in his two English exams he had achieved one hundred percent. Of course, he went on to do it at A level and although this was the time where he mainly started to drink and smoke and misbehave his still managed to get an A without putting any real effort into any of the work that he did at A-Level. Dorian had not been a perfectly good teenager but when he had hit the age of seventeen he became especially disobedient. Although from quite an early age he had gone out with a couple of friends and, when he could get hold of any alcohol, drunk small quantities but that had been it. He had always got home before his mother and father had told him he needed to be home and he had always found time to do his school work to the best of his ability and he had never ever got drunk. However, that had all changed one night. As Dorian was very popular at school and practically everybody wanted to be his friend he was always being invited to all these different parties. Of course, he was unable to go to all of them as he had to be aware of school work back then but there was a specific party that he wouldn’t have missed for the world. It was Jordan Weatley’s eighteenth birthday party, the first person in the year who turned eighteen. Everybody who was anybody was going and of course having being invited Dorian was going to go. This was the first time ever that he had been able to have alcohol on demand and as much as he wanted. Of course, he had wanted a very good time and somebody had invited him to compete in a drinking contest. Many, many, many vodka shots later and Dorian had been very drunk and, although he could not remember it very clearly he had been told that he made out with the hottest girl in school and they had ended up going the full way, in a cupboard. Getting back at four in the morning and having to wake up at seven o’clock had taken it’s toll it Dorian and even though the hangover was excruciatingly painful, that had been one of the best and funniest day of his life so it started to become sort of a habit. Luckily, Dorian had looked much older then he was which meant that he could normally buy it himself and have as much as he wanted and even when they didn’t believe him they could nearly always be persuaded with a bit of cash. Of course, with the drinking came the smoking, although, as many had told him, smoking suited Dorian. He looked like the type of boy who smoked and he made smoking look fashionable and cool. Although, Dorian could really pull off anything and look cool while doing it, but of course he never risked it just in case it ruined his image. Then of course as he smoked and drunk more there were more and more girls and he was having later night and soon he had completely forgotten about A-Levels. He guessed that deep down he could probably pass them without much effort and even if he didn’t then he was rich so he didn’t need A-Levels as soon he would be a Lord and earning as much money as his Dad. He also knew he was going to go to Trinity. If Dorian, for some strange reason, didn’t get into the Dandelion Club or was kicked out and had to do work he had chosen to put English as the subject which he would study. He knew that he could probably even get a degree in it without much work but he did get into the Dandelion Club, in fact he was President of the Dandelion Club so he didn’t have to worry about studying anymore. Although he had desperately needed his English skills to write this speech. “Rosalind and I are incredibly similar.” He continued with his speech. “She is a Gaudain therefore we own the same riches and similar lands and she is a very intelligent and pretty girl.” Dorian stopped himself smirked as he saw that Rosalind was loving every word that Dorian was saying and every single pair of guys eyes, staring at her. Dorian was sure that he saw Theo hold onto Rosalind’s hand and that did make Dorian smile. Surely Theo was used to all the competition by now but he still seemed to get very jealous and protective of Rosalind. Dorian supposed that he was grateful to have someone like Theo who was looking after Rosalind. “There will be a vote in the coming weeks in the school council meeting as to whether girls will be allowed into the club and I will fill you in with the details as soon as I receive them but I hope you will all support it and it will happen. Thank you all for listening.” Dorian smiled as the whole audience erupted into cheers and clapping. It had been a good move after all. He smiled to himself as he walked off the stage and him smirk was automatically reduced to a frown. There was his father, stood there, glaring at him and then suddenly, there he was, right in front of him. “Dorian.” His voice seem to be louder then normal and Dorian felt himself getting frightened. He couldn’t actually move or talk. “You are ruining my club Dorian. You are a bad boy.” His father shouted, his eyes full of hatred and evil. “And bad boys must be punished!” He exclaimed and slapped Dorian with such force that Dorian landed on the floor and he felt his nose dripping with blood. His father stood over him, lifting his leg up to kick him.

Dorian awoke with a start, beads of sweat running down his forehead. That dream had seemed really real and it took a few minutes for him to realise it had just been a dream. He timidly rubbed his cheek, expecting it to sting slightly from when his father had slapped him in the dream. Unfortunately, it wasn’t always a dream. He would expect his father to do something like that if he tried to bring girls into the Dandelion Club. Lord Gaudain wasn’t the best father in the world. There had been many times in which Dorian had been slapped because he had done something which seemed wrong in his father’s eyes. From birth, Dorian had spent most of his time on his own, sometimes he with his nanny and sometimes with his mother but generally on his own. Even when his brothers and sisters came along he wasn’t really allowed to play with each other in case they started to fight and somebody got hurt. Dorian just felt like his father hated him and wanted to keep them away from him so that they wouldn’t become ‘corrupt’ like Dorian was in his fathers eyes. As he grew up a tutor would come round and attempt to teach him how to be a ‘proper gentlemen’ because his father believed that Dorian needed to be straightened out as he realised that Dorian was his heir and would one day take over his place. His father and him were always having arguments though and they never really got along. Dorian dreaded the times which his father came to the school just in case his father slapped him or something in front of a group of other students. If that was to get out that Dorian had been slapped by his own father then people would start to mock him. Although, when his father did come to school they did tend to keep their meetings in Dorian’s room. Lord Gaudain was always trying to control Dorian, tell him what to do but since Dorian has left home and gone to Trinity he has created his own way of living and he loved it so much then his father’s way of living. Drinking, smoking, girls, no work. What could be better? However, Dorian did have the respect of the other Dandelion Club members and many of his peers so he didn’t understand why father disliked what he was doing at times.

However, his mother was the kindest, sweetest mother that has ever lived and she gives enough love to Dorian to make up for his father. She had always looked after him and he knew that he was her favourite child. He was the first born and the big gap between him and his next younger sibling was considerably large which meant that Dorian would get married first and provide his mother with her first grandchildren. She was looking forward to that. Of course, his mother loved children and this was shown by the eight children which she had born and bred although Dorian guessed that she would love to have a grandchild. Someone to look after that isn’t your own child but is still a part of you. Dorian could understand why she would like to have something like that. In other words, you get the cuteness and fun of the baby but the parents have to do all the nasty work like changing it’s nappy and calming it down while it’s crying. Having never spent much time with his siblings Dorian did not know whether he would make a good father or be ‘natural’ to the role but he defiantly knew that one day, perhaps not in the near future but in perhaps ten years he was going to have children of his own and he wouldn’t be anything like his father. He would let his children make their own decisions and although he would guide them as to what was right and wrong would never force them to be something which they didn’t want to be. Oh and, of course, he would never slap them. He may at times get cross with them and shout at them but then all parents do. That is just part of what a parent has to do to discipline their kids otherwise they would just run wild. Although, his mother very rarely shouted he guessed that was because his father couldn’t discipline him any more then he did and so his mother didn’t have to do any of the disciplining. His mother did try and keep Dorian safe but she was afraid to stand up to Dorian’s father but Dorian understood that completely and didn’t blame her for it.

Dorian swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulling himself up into a sitting position before rubbing his eyes, getting the sleep put of them. He yawned, grabbing his gold watch from his bedside table and slipped it on. He did not dare to wear it in bed just in case he leant on it and crushed it, breaking it. It had been one of the few presents that his father had bought him. When Dorian had told his father the good news that he was to be the president of the Dandelion Club, his father had been delighted with him. It was the proudest that Dorian had ever seen his father of him and as a reward for achieving this. It had been the day before he was due back at college and his father had called him into his office. Of course, Dorian had been terrified as to what his father was going to do to him and his heartbeat was fast as he cautiously stepped into his father’s office. He was asked to be seated by him and he did so, waiting patiently for his father to explain what was happening. Then, to Dorian’s great surprised he handed his a gold, gift-wrapped present and when he opened it all he could do was stare at his father. It was a solid gold watch. Dorian knew how expensive they were, even for his family and he was very grateful to his father. It was probably the kindest thing that he had ever done for Dorian. It did go perfectly with the whole gold theme. Golden waistcoat, gold robes at times and a gold watch looked very good. Dorian liked the colour gold. It suited him. Well it sort of needed to being president of the Dandelion club. It made him feel good about himself though. Powerful, rich, popular. All these sorts of things. It was amazing that just the colour of a piece of clothing could make a person feel like that. Because of his father Dorian had been quite shy as a young child and just kept himself to himself, never really wanting to talk to anyone else and never wanting to make friends. Even at school he had sat in the corner on his own being the ‘quiet kid’. That had been his nickname. At break and lunch he used to just sit on his own in the playground, reading different books. Sometimes, as he started to get into the older years at primary school he had been bullied because of it. However, as soon as he hit secondary school his confidence began to grew and then he went the other way, he become over confident. Dorian loved nothing more then doing stupid dares and even stripped a few times at school. No-body thought it weird though, just funny and that was why Dorian had become so popular and the more popular he got the more confident he felt about himself. He learnt that his father wasn’t always right and that he didn’t have to listen to him. He was his own person and Dorian could make his own decisions without having to ask his father if it was ok with him. He was free from his father’s overpowering and he became a lot happier with himself and enjoyed life considerably more.

Dorian finally stood up and walked over to his bathroom. He grabbed onto the pole which was in between the door frame of that bathroom door and started to do pull up. “One, two, three.” He counted out loud going all the way up to fifty. He did fifty every morning and every evening. He wanted to have a proper six pack and although people would say he had to perfect body he wanted to maintain that. He didn’t want to be anything like a body builder. He thought men with huge muscles looked a bit stupid and so he only wanted enough muscles to make sure he had the full package. As he always said, looks were everything to Dorian and he did everything to keep himself fit, healthy and good looking. This included having a strict daily routine. First he would wake up and do fifty pull ups on the bar. Then he would have a shower, wash his hair and generally get ready in other words shave, floss and brush his teeth and styling his hair. It was then time to get into his suit. This consisted of a gold waistcoat with a dinner jacket and smart, black trousers. Then it was a strict diet. Nothing too fatty but he still enjoyed foods such as chocolate and he always made sure that he had his five a day. This was the most important thing for Dorian, getting his fruit and vegetables. Then, normally he would go for a run and do a further fifty pull ups before going to bed. Dorian always looked good and he knew that. Although he knew he was damaging his health by drinking and smoking he didn’t really care about those things because they were fun and he couldn’t live without doing them. Dorian was especially going to make sure he looked good today. All the new people were coming and he needed to make a good impression, especially if there were any really fit girls joining. Although he knew he could nearly get any girl he wanted it was always nice to look good as well. As he inspected his image in the mirror he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he saw it. He did look especially good today and he didn’t really know why. He recalled what he had done this morning. Woke up, did the pull ups, had a shower, washed his hair, brushed his teeth, flossed his teeth, styled and blow-dried his hair. Nope. Nothing was different about what he had done. He shrugged, guessing he must have forgotten how good he looked in a suit. It had been a while since he had worn the dandelion suit and he had to admit that he did love it so much. It was such a good shape and suited his figure very well. It made him look slim but showed his muscular physique as well which is exactly what Dorian wanted. If this didn’t make the girls fall at his feet he wasn’t sure what else would.

He walked into the main part of his room, grabbing his deodorant and spraying it under each arm. Once finally look in the mirror and he knew he was ready. He took a deep breath in and opened his bedroom door, stepping out and shitting the door again gently behind him. Dorian slowly looked at the surrounding, scanning over all the faces of the new people, eyes resting on certain people who he wanted to look at in more detail. He did this every year. What was he saying? He did this all the time, trying to find a potential person which he could perhaps ask out. This is the only way he could do it. Of course, he had people taking interest in him all of the time but other times he would walk up to a girl and do his little act. This meant complimenting them once, making sure to use his award winning smile which automatically relaxed a girl. Then depending on how the girl reacted he continued on that. For example, one girl had gone all embarrassed and started to stutter so he had commented on how cute he had found that and then she had ended up going to kiss him and Dorian, being a gentlemen and not wanting to embarrass her further hadn’t stopped her. Of course, he had wanted to do it badly and so he hadn’t stopped her but that’s what he told to people who disapproved the idea of what Dorian did.

He was about to walk off, down to the dandelion club common room when he was stopped by someone talking to him. Dorian couldn’t help but smile as he recognised him and this smile widened as he heard the welsh accent. He couldn’t help it. Dorian didn’t know why but he liked the welsh accent so much. That was weird for an English gentleman, they normally hated them but not Dorian. He liked different things like builders tea, cheerios and of course, welsh people but everybody had their little guilty pleasures. “How can I help you?” Dorian said, his English accent especially shining out because of the boy’s Welsh accent. He remembered this boy well. Dorian had sat in on his interview and had forced Maltravers to let him in (even though he would have anyway because of his amazing grades) but Dorian made sure that Cai was defiantly into Trinity. However, Dorian didn’t know why he had been so keen for this boy to come. He kind of hated to admit it but he felt quite attracted to him. The way he had been nervous was sweet and everything about him just seemed so perfect. Dorian had never ever been attracted to a guy before so he wasn’t entirely sure how it felt but Dorian did feel quite happy and excited around this boy and he had to admit that he was quite cute. Even looking at him now was making him smile and feel quite weak in the knees. Dorian never ever felt like this. He shook his head, composing himself and standing up straight, waiting for the boy to speak. He was probably wondering how to get into his room or something. Dorian wondered why everybody struggled at that when he found it so easy. You just had to put the key into the lock and turn it to the right several times until you heard the click and then turn the doorknob. He smiled though, more then willing to help this boy out.

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Cai stared at the boy as he spoke, smiling slightly at the accent. Very big English accent. Very posh. He missed English accents like that. Nikki had an English accent, of course, but her's was starting to disappear into Welsh. That wasn't her fault, of course. It was from hanging around her boyfriend, Jeff. Jeff was a typical Welsh lad. He was medium build with a mop of brown hair that fell over one eye. And Nikki was completely besotted with him. Cai liked him too. He made his sister happy, so why shouldn't he like him? Sure, he wasn't gorgeous enough for Cai. Whereas this boy here, Dorian Gaudain, he remembered quickly, was more than gorgeous enough.

"Well. One, I have no idea where my room is. Two, I just wanted to talk to you," Cai replied simply, shrugging his shoulders and pushing his strap of his bag back up on his shoulder. His eyes scanned Dorian from head to toe, an appreciative smirk falling on his face, a similar smile to Jack's own smile when he was watching Ianto try on a new suit. He had seen that smile a dozen times or so. It was the smile that told Cai that his parents were still in love. Also, it was the smile that told Cai to get the hell out of the room as soon as humanly possible. Trust him on that. No one wanted to be in that room when Jack had 'that smile' on his face.

"So...I was wondering, Sir..." Cai slowly asked, a wry smile falling on his lips as his eyes met Dorian's. The 'sir' was a perfect imitation of his own dad's 'sir' that often got him a kiss for Jack. Yes, he was flirting with Dorian. What was wrong with that? The guy was amazingly gorgeous. He was Cai's type. And he was in control. What he would give to have Dorian at his mercy. His mind drifted of into x rated thoughts, before he shook his head to focus himself. "If you could show a helpless boy out?" He shot Dorian the trademark Harkness grin.

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Dorian smiled slightly at the boy and gently took his keys from his hands, making sure that his own hands brushed the boys slightly, just to tease him. This is how Dorian worked. He teased the person, made them suffer for a while until they cracked and just had to kiss him. Of course, Dorian had never tried it on a guy before. He just wanted to see how Cai reacted to the situation. He had no idea if Cai was the type of person to go for this. He didn’t look particularly gay but you couldn’t always tell. Dorian was slightly worried that he was going to make a fool of himself and that Cai would tell everyone that he had tried to hit on him but Jonty and Ross were gay and everybody and excepted that so they would probably just think that Dorian was messing around and respect him.

He stared at the key, smiling at the number. “Thirteen. Unlucky for some. Your right opposite me.” He said, slowly leaning in front of him so that Cai could breath in his scent and pointed at the door. “In other words, that one there!” He exclaimed, sliding past him, letting their bodies touch as he walked over to his room. He did the trick with the key and was quickly in. He let himself in, looking in and walking around. “This is worse then I thought student accommodation would be!” He exclaimed looking around the room carefully. It was very small and the bed was just so basic, nothing like the luxurious bed that Dorian had. He couldn’t love his bed more. It was comfortable but also very romantic so it was always good to have the girls in. He sat on Cai’s bed, bouncing on it and frowning before standing up. “I really couldn’t cope with this!” He exclaimed, walking over to him. “Someone like you deserves better. Anyway, you could always come in see me in my room.”.He said with a smirk. Dorian was really flirting now. He had never ever flirted this much. He had always been the one who people flirted with but he couldn’t help himself.

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Cai let Dorian take the keys from his hand, feeling the so called subtle brush of fingers against his hands. He grabbed hold of Dorian's hand, squeezing it before dropping it again, feeling the tingle of electricity coming from Dorian. It made him feel good inside and, as he watched Dorian, he could tell that Cai really was the first boy he had ever had feelings for, let alone flirted with. He smiled. The boy was a virgin. This should be interesting to watch. Almost like his own Ianto to his Jack. He had often seen the way Jack reacted around Ianto and it made him smile. The reassuring arm around his waist when Ianto was stood beside him. The lingering smile as Ianto spoke, saying things both intelligent and correct. The laugh at Ianto’s jokes. The hugs when ever he saw him. The long kiss before leaving him for work. The long kiss when they saw each other again at the end of the day. Cai could see himself doing that with Dorian. Possibly with more sex. Once Dorian got used to it, of course.

"How can having a room opposite you be a bad thing?" Cai teased, feeling his smell linger as he leaned forward. The smell was different, he had to give him that. It was a mix of wealth and lust. It nearly made Cai pounce on him then. But Cai wanted to make Dorian fall to him, not the other way around. Cai just smiled at him, knowing that his own smell would rival Dorian's. A mix of 21st Century and 51st Century made him pretty good to smell. Many a girl or boy had fallen charm to Cai’s own smell. Not as much as they fell for Jack’s smell, mind you, but just as good. He knew that Sam would be trouble when he was older, but here he was, having Dorian Gaudain flirt with him and he was loving every bit of him. Cai let his hand brush Dorian's backside as he followed after him, his hand resting in the middle of Dorian's spine as they walked inside. Cai watched Dorian bounce up and down on the bed. "Well, I don't mind. Cupboards are more my thing. But, your room sounds very tempting. Hey, do I get bed and breakfast in your room, Sir?" He lingered on the 'sir', tilting his head to one side.

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WORDS!?![/b] 402 words
MUSE!?![/b] love cai!
MUSIC!?![/b] X Factor - The Sun Going Down On Me
CREDITS!?![/b]
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[Dorian Gaudain]

who is that girl?

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Dorian looked at Cai as he grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He raised an eyebrow at him, looking directly at him. He was a bit over confident wasn’t he? They had barely met and Dorian was trying to be subtle about it but Cai just seemed to want to show Dorian how he felt. Dorian’s whole body had become excited as Cai’s hand had squeezed his own. He felt himself smile the same smile that girls normally did to him when they were falling in love. Wait did this mean that Dorian was starting to fall in love with Cai? He frowned trying to collect his feelings. He couldn’t be falling for this boy. That would be bad news. If he was to fall in love with a boy then his family would probably not want to give Dorian any of their money but if he was honest he didn’t really care about that. He felt unbelievably happy for the first time in a while.

As Dorian leant forward to point to his room he inhaled Cai’s own sweet smell which made him smile. He had never smelt anything like it in his whole life. It was different but good different. “What aftershave is that?” Dorian asked, raising an eyebrow before realising he would look too keen. “Nothing I have smelt before and I only get the best.” He said, a smile on his face as he looked at Cai. If Dorian was honest he wanted to kiss him there and then but he wouldn’t. He would let Cai take the first move because he certainly didn’t want to. What if he was getting the wrong messages and feeling the things which he wanted to feel. He would let Cai make the first move and so Dorian would try and keep control of the situation.

Dorian shivered as he felt Cai’s hand brush over his backside and he turned to face him, rolling his eyes, not really sure what else to do. As he turned his head back he felt Cai’s hand on the base of his back and he felt his whole body stiffen. No one had ever done that to him before. He had used it many times but he had never felt it himself. It felt slightly romantic but at the same time it felt as if Cai was taking control over him. Dorian smirked at Cai. “Sir is it? Oh I like it.” He said, walking up to him so that they were standing very close. “Don’t know about the breakfast part but defiantly the bed.” He said his lips brushing Cai’s his hands wrapping round Cai’s waist. Then as quick as he had walked over he was walking away again, smiling to himself. That would have teased him so much. He leant against Cai’s door looking back at him. “Come if you want.” He said, walking back to his own room.

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TAG !?[/b] Charlotte Arc
WORDS !? 487[/b]
NOTES !?[/b] aww
STATUS !?[/b] done
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[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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Cai watched Dorian as he looked at their hands. He gave him a bright smile, oozing confidence. What was the point in hiding the idea that he liked him? Subtlety was not something a Harkness had or ever wanted. He wanted everyone to know that he liked him. Especially he wanted Dorian to know that. He saw the smile on Dorian‘s face briefly. It was the same one that Ianto used whenever Jack was nearby. Was Dorian falling in love with him? And was Cai enjoying it too? He smiled back, but saw the frown fall on Dorian‘s face. Obviously his family weren‘t as…liberal as his family were. Still, that wasn‘t going to stop him.

Aftershave? He grinned, shaking his head. “No aftershave. I naturally smell this good,” Cai replied, holding his grin. “You can‘t bottle this scent. But you can smell it anytime you want. Just have to ask, Sir.” Cai could see that Dorian was struggling with not kissing him. It was actually quite cute, the amount of self control Dorian had. He could tell he wanted the kiss, but was stopping himself. That was something, he guessed. He thought he had control. Of course he didn‘t have control. Not the first time. Maybe when he got used to him. But firstly, Cai wanted him completely under his control. One way or another. He always had a pair of handcuffs on him. Just in case.

Cai just smirked at him as he rolled his eyes. That was a very involuntary reaction to that action, that much Cai could tell. He felt the body beneath his hand stiffen as he felt Cai’s hand on his back. Obviously the boy had never been comforted it or placed in control like this. Cai let him move closer and put his hands around his waist. He still thought he had control. Cute. Very cute. He felt the electricity from the touch of lips, but didn’t respond, waiting for him to walk away. “Maybe,” Cai replied slowly, turning around and bending down to pick up his backpack.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] dorian gaudain
WORDS!?![/b] 344 words
MUSE!?![/b] love cai!
MUSIC!?![/b] Sonny With A Chance
CREDITS!?![/b]
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[Dorian Gaudain]

who is that girl?

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This is what it was like being on the other side of it then. Dorian had spent so many long hard years charming girls into kissing him, making them do what he wanted but not pushing them too much and now he was experiencing it. He loved it though. He loved the feelings that Cai gave him whenever he touched him and he liked the feeling of actually wanting to be with someone. It was also hard though. He didn’t want to be seen as being desperate but he so badly wanted to kiss Cai just to see what it was like. See if it was any different to kissing a girl. He wanted to try, experiment and then he stopped. He had never ever felt like this. Did this mean he was gay? He bit his lip slightly, thinking to himself. He was attracted to girls though, heavily attracted to girls and Cai had been the first guy he had been attracted to. He was so confused as to what he was feeling right now. Biting his lip again he ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was nervous. He didn’t know what to do next and just wished Cai would do something. For the first time in his life he wanted someone else to take control.

Dorian couldn’t stop himself smiling as Cai said he smelt like that naturally. He loved people who could just smell good all the time. It was something he himself had but he still put aftershave on to enhance it and he found it amazing how Cai could smell so good without having to put any product on. Cai was perfect he really was. Everything about him just made Dorian want to kiss him there and then and just let himself go but there were things stopping him. For one, for some reason he felt quite scared and nervous around someone. Dorian being so confident about anything was rarely scared and he hated the feeling of it. He could feel his whole body tensing with the pressure.

As Cai didn’t even attempt to kiss him he felt quite confused. Didn’t he want this? Then he realised that Cai was very much like him and was probably wanting to play games with him, waiting for him to crack but Dorian wasn’t going to. If Cai kissed him he would probably kiss back but he didn’t want to make the first move. He watched Cai, unable to stop himself as he bent over to pick up his backpack. “I mean you can come over if you would like..” He said hating how he sounded desperate. “Could be fun.” He added quickly.

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TAG !?[/b] Cai Harkness Jones
WORDS !? 450[/b]
NOTES !?[/b] poor Dorian
STATUS !?[/b] done
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[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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Cai watched Dorian carefully as he bit his lip. He was obviously thinking things through. As cute as that was, he seemed lost. Very lost. He obviously hadn’t even been in this situation before. Cai was exactly like Dorian. Wanting to be in control of everything he did, no matter what happened in the process. And Cai was making sure Dorian knew that. He could see the desperation in his eyes. The fear in his eyes. The boy was scared and nervous. He could tell from the running of his hand through his hair. He could see that Dorian wanted him to take control. Cai just gave him a reassuring smile, gently brushing his hand against his cheek, before pulling it away again.

Cai slowly lifted his bag and placed it on the bed, before turning around and walking over to Dorian. He slipped his hand into Dorian’s, holding it gently and stroking the back with his thumb in reassurance. He could see the tense of his body at the pressure. He needed to relax. Soon or else he’ll explode. Letting go of Dorian, he opened the bag and started taking the contents out, knowing that Dorian was watching him the whole time.

He grinned at the response to his maybe. He was sounding desperate. This was what he wanted. He wanted a reaction that would break his control. Dorian was beginning to lose control of himself. This was what Cai was going for. Standing up, he turned to look at Dorian, tapping his chin in thought. “Maybe.”

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TAGS!?!

[/b] dorian gaudain
WORDS!?![/b] 258 words
MUSE!?![/b] he’s gaining control!
MUSIC!?![/b] Sonny With A Chance
CREDITS!?![/b]
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[Dorian Gaudain]

who is that boy?

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Dorian could feel his heartbeat quicken as Cai walked over to him. What was he going to do? Kiss him. Was Dorian ready for that? Then he realised he was being stupid. Him, Dorian Gaudain, was worried about someone kissing him. How had this happened? Dorian felt himself relaxing slightly as Cai rubbed the back of his hand with his finger, smiling at him as he did it. Cai had some sort of charm then was stronger then Dorian’s which was making Dorian fall for him. Although Dorian would normally hate it is someone was in any way better then him at his own game but he couldn’t bring himself to dislike Cai even a tiny little bit. Dorian frowned slightly at the contents of Cai’s bag especially raising his eyebrow at a pair of handcuffs. “Oh someone likes it rough.” He said, hardly believe he had said that out loud to Cai. He bit his lip hard, looking away. He had become weak. What had happened?

Dorian stopped realising Cai was breaking him down. He wasn’t going to let him. “Your loss you know,” he replied when he said maybe. “I don’t really care, there are many girls who want to be with me.” He said smiling. “See you around cai!” He exclaimed, turning to the door and starting to walk off. He reached his door and opened it, trying to listen if Cai was coming. He was sure he could hear footsteps so he stepped inside his room, shutting the door behind him and sitting down, waiting for Cai to knock.

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TAG !?[/b] Cai Harkness Jones
WORDS !? 273[/b]
NOTES !?[/b] oh. too tough!
STATUS !?[/b] done
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[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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Cai worked in stages. Firstly he had to gain their trust. Check. Then, he would reassure them, causing them to relax. Check. Three, they would say things without thinking. Check. Fourth, they would realise what was happening. Not check. Not yet. Cai liked to work in these stages. They had yet to fail him. Even if it was Dorian and he was taking a long time to break down, he was still going through those stages. He grinned as he placed the handcuffs down, turning around to see Dorian. “What can I say? Some people like to think they have control,” Cai replied, tilting his head to the side as he watched Dorian, a smirk on his face. Fourth stage complete. He knew.

“I don’t think it’s my loss,” Cai replied, turning around and going back to his bag, taking various pieces of clothing out of his bag. “I’m sure there are many girls. But I’m not a girl. And you don’t want those girls.” He just looked at him over his shoulder. “Do you?” Cai watched him run into his room and rolled his eyes, walking to the door and knocking on it, before walking back to his room, letting the door shut.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] dorian gaudain
WORDS!?![/b] 204 words
MUSE!?![/b] he’s gaining control!
MUSIC!?![/b] X Factor
CREDITS!?![/b]
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[Dorian Gaudain]

who is that boy?

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Dorian smiled at Cai as he said that he needed the handcuffs because some people liked to take control. “Oh do they now?” He said, suddenly feeling relaxed again. He was Dorian Gaudain, not someone who got pushed over and started worrying about things like whether somebody was going to kiss you. “So how do you stop them then Cai?” He asked, leaning on the door frame and watching him intently. There was no way that Cai was going to use them on him. Dorian decided that if it came to that then he wouldn’t let him do it. That would be going too far.

“Of course I want those girls. It’s fun!” He exclaimed. “Who else would I want?” He asked slowly continuing to watch what Cai was doing with a smile on his face. He was suddenly getting his confidence back and it felt good. He hated it when he felt nervous but there was no reason to be nervous because Cai wasn’t going to do anything to him. It was all talk no action at the moment and Dorian felt that was how it was going to stay. All this, the handcuffs and everything were just an act to try and confuse Dorian and it wasn’t going to work.

As Dorian sat on his bed he heard someone knock on his door and couldn’t help but smile to himself. Cai had been following him. He tidied up his hair and walked to the door, opening it just to see Cai shutting his door behind him. He rolled his eyes walking to his room, knocking on the door. “NICE ONE CAI BUT KNOCK KNOCK GINGER IS FOR CHILDREN!” He exclaimed his English accent sounded strong and he did know why. He stood, waiting patiently for the door to open.

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TAG !?[/b] Cai Harkness Jones
WORDS !? 301[/b]
NOTES !?[/b] come on already
STATUS !?[/b] done
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[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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“How do I stop them?” Cai repeated, raising an eyebrow at Dorian. Well, there were many methods to gaining control. Flirt uncontrollably, like he had done with a few younger girls. Lead them into a false sense of security. Like he had done with a few boys she knew. Baiting them with flowers and chocolates and jewellery. Or, very simply, handcuffing them to the bed. That one never seemed to fail. As soon as they had no control, they gave in. Not that it was ever forced like that, but they always caved in. Who could resist a Harkness? Especially with a mix of Jones.

“You tell me who else you would want, Sir,” Cai replied, knowing he was close to the final stage. Complete control. He felt he was safe. That Cai was all talk. Well, he’d learn soon. Very soon. Yes he may be all talk right now, but soon he would be all action and no talk. Laughing, Cai nodded, shrugging his shoulders. As he closed the door, he heard the knock and Dorian’s shout. He smiled to himself.

Cai picked up the handcuffs off of his bed, slipping them in his pocket and walking to his own door. He leant against the frame and opened it, holding the door open with his foot. “Well, what can I say? I like to play games,” Cai replied, putting his hand on Dorian’s back and pulling him over towards the bed. He took hold of Dorian’s hand, sitting him on the bed and pressing him down, letting his weight do the job. He pulled the handcuffs out of his pocket and handcuffed him to the bed. “Nice handcuffs, yes?”

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TAGS!?!

[/b] dorian gaudain
WORDS!?![/b] 280 words
MUSE!?![/b] handcuffs
MUSIC!?![/b] I’m A Celebrity
CREDITS!?![/b]
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[Dorian Gaudain]

who is that boy?

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Dorian sighed slightly as Cai wasn’t answering any of his questions. He could see Cai thinking about what he had just asked him and waited patiently for an answer but it never came. He sighed again, leaning against the door and watching him. He couldn’t figure out what was going on in Cai’s head. Normally he could just work out what was happening in someones head and would change his actions depending on what he thought they were thinking. He couldn’t do it with Cai though. Dorian tilted his head slightly as he watched Cai with interest, waiting to see what he would do next.

As the question was put to him Dorian pondered it slightly and looked at Dorian smirking. He would play Cai at his own game. He stood there thinking about that he actually wanted Cai and maybe perhaps the new girl, Charlotte but he kept his lips sealed, not saying a word to Cai just to annoy him. Dorian was starting to worry that Cai was forcing him into a false sense of security and soon he was about to take control. Dorian didn’t want that happening and decided he needed to keep his guard up and not let Cai take over him.

Dorian leant against the door frame against trying to act cool and casual as he looked at Cai. “Oh what sort of games then Cai?” He asked, a small smirk forming on his face as he looked at Cai. Dorian tried to figure out where this might go but was too confused. Suddenly Cai’s hand was in his own and Cai was pulling him towards the bed. Dorian opened his mouth to say something but felt the full weight of Cai as he landed on the bed with a thud. Then the cool feel of metal rubbed against his wrists and when he tried to sit up he saw the handcuffs restricting the movement of his right arm. He turn to look at Cai who was grinning at him. Dorian was out of control and Cai had taken it.

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TAG !?[/b] Cai Harkness Jones
WORDS !? 346[/b]
NOTES !?[/b] handcuffs!
STATUS !?[/b] done
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[Cai Harkness-Jones]

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Cai saw the flash of confusion cross his face and saw the movement of his arm as he tried to move. Cai just made him lie down on the bed so that the handcuffs wouldn’t cut into him and smiled at him, kneeling beside the bed. “Now then, Sir. I’m tired of playing games,” Cai whispered in his ears, walking over to the door and closing it, slipping the key onto the side away from Dorian. He slipped his shoes off and knelt beside him on the bed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Now, I’m not like every other person that you’ve had under your spell.” Cai flashed him the Harkness grin. “I’m a Harkness. And as a Harkness, I am always in control of what I do and what I say. No one tells me what to do unless I let them. Even you.”

Cai moved so that he was straddling Dorian, a leg either side of his body, before resting gently on him. He took hold of Dorian’s free hand, holding it in his two. “Now, we can play this two ways. You can lie and say you don’t want me to kiss you.” Cai moved his head so that his lips were barely millimetres away from his. “Or you can kiss me. I’m giving you a choice, Sir.” Cai slowly ran his fingers down Dorian’s buttons, before slipping a cold hand onto his stomach. “Decide,” he whispered, his breath tickling Dorian’s face.

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TAGS!?!

[/b] dorian gaudain
WORDS!?![/b] 247 words
MUSE!?![/b] sexy times
MUSIC!?![/b] HSM
CREDITS!?![/b]
This template was created by charoulla of Caution 2.0 <3 so PLEASE credit in case you want to use the above or else she will haunt you down and KILL you!
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