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Dorian can’t describe the days of his job as ‘Easy’ as one would hope it would be considering he has been taking care of the rather popular acting Duo that has been taking over the filming industry. Seemingly the news was kind enough to give them a nickname, ‘Skeleton Mirror’. If it were any others that he had recognized, he would have quietly quit by now. Yet it was only a bad habit to stay for his one friend, Keith. He has, unfortunately, known Keith for a while now, he had been through his manipulation and sociopathy as long as his past failed attempts of being in a relationship with him. He has been there to get Tony to extend his debt for creating another club for him to get more tourists to come to him, to see his chosen perform privately and publicly for them.
Sure, he was initially feeling a bit uncomfortable with the idea, until Keith put it into his head that it's “All business, Dearest Dorian, everyone wants a taste of Gibraltar and I can’t just ignore their needs!”. Yet, he had to believe that was the case until his sudden disappearance and Hiatus, which lasted over a decade before coming back with his new partner, Amir. Amir. The only person who kept the Bodyguard from quitting his job was him. The only distraction other than Abel that mattered to him. His real reason to stay.
His beauty was unmatched—Well, while the ladies who came to one of the clubs were also beautiful, this was much different. Dorian couldn’t help but lose time by staring at the Long-haired beauty wearing those extravagant dresses, knowing that He wears corsets underneath to help him appear, well, ‘more beautiful’ according to Keith.
Yet, he was known only as the underdog. Keith was always playing the Evil characters in movies or in telenovelas, the ruthless or uncaring character that everyone seems to love, if they were the critics or the Mothers who run the Twilight Romance Characters Fan Club pages on Placebook, or some crazed fans who get thrown out of the yearly Funcons. Yet, Amir was a series regular who had to follow him around if he had the chance.
If there were a spot for Amir, then Keith would join immediately.
If there were none for Amir yet one for Keith, he’d decline.
Just for them to appear on the surface as Couple Goals. As role models for others to follow.
However, Dorian noticed that as of late, Amir hasn’t been appearing with Keith a lot, only staying at the manor in the first-floor bedroom. Despite his remembering one of the rules that the key had put down so clearly and sternly; ‘Do Not Ruin Our Relationship.’ being crystal clear, the bodyguard had to check up on him. After creating a small cup of Blacken Tea, he carried it upstairs to go straight over to his room before stopping abruptly as he heard two distinct voices. One of them was the Mirror.
“I’m just—I just don’t know if I can do this or not, I’m not quite ready for that kind of role, I feel like—”
“Dearest Amir, Mi Amor, It wouldn’t hurt to try something new, now would it? You’d do this for me if you just—”
“Bodo! Get out! I’ll not let you trick me into doing this again! You don’t…You don’t understand what they had done to me! You never cared about how I looked after that one event! After you…”
“Oh, but I care about you, Dearest Amir. ¡Mi Amada! If I had ever known that they would destroy you just for a taste of pleasure, I would have said no to their offer!”
Dorian raised an eyebrow, getting closer to the light that led him to peek through the ajar doorway into Amir’s bedroom. Seeing Keith standing behind the distraught sitting mirror as he was casually helping him get ready for something rather formal yet he could briefly tell that something was wrong. The mirror, while wearing only a pair of black tights and a dark brown almost revealing corset. It didn't help that the door saw his eye makeup smudging and running down his face.
The more it made him concerned, the more it angered him.
“Then why didn’t you refuse them? What was so important that you had to accept it? Why did you let them do this to me?”
“¡Mi Amor! No need to raise your voice, I am here now with you, aren’t I? No need to cry, it was all just an act that went too far. Some producers just adore controversy!”
“Why aren't you—”
Keith leaned forward to Amir, the tip of his cane forcibly lifting his gaze by his chin as he glared into him, scoffing as he tried to remove the smudged eye makeup before giving up with a frustrated groan. “You know I am trying to help you reach stardom in other parts of acting, Dearest Amir, perhaps you should reconsider being so…Dramatic about what goes on in these industries. After all, it's all just acting, the directors and producers were trying to push your buttons and cross your boundaries to see what ‘sticks’ to their viewers.”
“I was just…”
“Besides, I’m the only one offering them to see your talent while it slowly drifts away from you.”
The mirror darts his gaze away as the Key pulls his staff away from his chin rudely, tossing the wet wipe onto his lap with a tsk leaving his lips. “Perhaps, that’ll make them adore you more, Sí?”
As Keith walked out of the bedroom, he almost ignored Dorian standing there with his hand now aggressively holding a plate that was on the verge of chipping with the cup of tea settling patiently. He turns and offers a sly smile to him, returning to his gentlemanly attitude. “Oh! Good morning to you, Dorian! What a pleasant surprise to see you here so immediately! Perhaps you may want to set the tea aside and return another time, He’s rather not in the safest headspace, currently.”
“Duty Calls, Keith. Why don’t you go off to your errands and I’ll stay here to check on him?” Dorian immediately offers, almost glaring down at him.
“Well, I forgot that was today! Thank you for reminding me, Mi—!”
“I’ll be seeing you, Keith.”
With a sigh of relief, the key eventually got out of the house and made his way to possibly do none of his errands or get something to make the mirror forgive him for making him feel worse than better. Dorian went into the bedroom, gently approaching Amir as he slid the cup over to him across the surface of the vanity table startling him before he looked over to him.
“…O-Oh my! Ah, Dorian! You, you shouldn't be in here! Yet you are a-and I’m under-dressed! I—!”
“I made you some Black Tea, you deserved it since you had a rough week so far.”
Amir heavily blushed, struggling to piece together the words or phrases to say to him, biting his fingernail before quietly sniffling to himself. A small yet audible hic made the bodyguard’s heart race with fear of messing up, especially as he saw tears smudging his eyeliner more. “Oh, I’m sorry love, was it something I’ve said?”
“No, it isn’t you at all,” the mirror sniffles, desperately trying his best to wipe away the smudged mascara, making it worse than before. “I am fine and that's all I wish to say to you, I just need to get ready and leave for my audition…”
He trails off. Something inside of him was telling him not to go to the auditions that Keith had purposely signed him up for and to stay with the aloofish bodyguard watching him. “Wait, uhm, could you perhaps talk to them instead of letting me? I need to just…I’ll be right back!”
Dorian nods before hearing Amir slamming the door shut, glancing at the phone in his hands before dialing the number and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer.
“Hi, unfortunately, we are unavailable at this time. If you wish to speak to a representative of our directing team, press one, or if you’re calling about a scheduled audition, please press two-” The door followed the instructions and waited even further for someone to pick up. “We’re sorry, we have a full schedule and can not get to your call, please wait until we—”
Dorian hung up the phone, setting it on the vanity’s desk as he glanced up to watch Amir exit the small bathroom.
“Uh, does this look too tight on me? Keith had suggested that I should try to appear more… “Darling” to his audiences as he calls it.” The door raises a brow before he immediately realizes why the mirror had asked, the corset despite being revealing was able to wrap itself just right onto his body, the tights were transparent in some areas yet the door tried his best to ignore it completely.
“Oh, right, uh…” Dorian could only nod slowly before raising his hand to gesture a ‘Maybe’ answer. “It's definitely a bit on the nose, ain’t it?”
“…Oh! It's okay to be honest, like I’ll be honest that Keith is not the best at fashion.”
“I understand why you’re uncomfortable with him, I just think that this is just,” He hesitates a minute, trying not to get himself distracted. “Not your style.”
“It's a relief that you agree with me, Dorian! Perhaps, if you wish, then could you help me out of this?”
The bodyguard’s cheeks flushed before letting a subtle chuckle slip through his lips before noticing Amir’s saddened expression, his eyes darting over to the ground. He realizes that he was indeed, very serious about the offer. “I…I thought you were joking love, oh my, I’m sorry!”
The long-haired beauty turned to face the mirror sitting calmly on the vanity desk, his gaze directed at the outdated photograph of him with Keith, smiling as they cheered with other friendly cast members. He visualizes that day for a while, remembering every single thing, thinking about going into the past to prevent him from ever speaking to that man at that after-party before he felt Dorian’s hands undoing his corset, his chest pressing up against him.
“You’re so much gentler than he ever would be, Joonam, I love that about you.” Amir moaned softly, feeling his body pressing up against him, biting his bottom lip nervously. His crotch tightening, subtle whines slipping out.
“I’m sorry love, I’m not hurting you, aren’t I?” Dorian frowned, trying his best not to hurt the mirror as he unknowingly made him bend over the vanity desk, his chest pressing down on the flat surface. The palms of his hands were trembling, and he turned his head to find the bodyguard staring back at him with concern.
“Please continue, please Joonam,” Amir whined, his hips teasingly wiggling as he pressed them up against the door. He bit his bottom lip again, trying to calm himself down as sweat slowly ran down his cheek. “Lant bah man, Bah man hamleh kon, azizam!”
“I’m sorry love, could you repeat that—”
“Ba man esh borz, azizam! Please make love to me, show me how love truly feels, I want to feel your beauty!”
Taken aback by the sudden request for sex, Dorian took his time processing and memorizing what Amir would possibly like for this to work. Love making, genuine love making that wasn't too hard or possibly rough for him to handle seemed to be up his alley despite the rumors Keith tried to tell him that he likes it rough around the edges. He knew that Keith had his time with him without his permission before and he wasn't going to lose Amir’s trust in him.
The bodyguard pulled away from the mirror to reach into his left pocket and pulled out a condom along with a small container of lubricant. The mirror took note of this, and his eyes widened a bit in shock. “You…You’re serious!? I, I was—Well I figured you would take it as a joke! But you’re actually prepared for this—”
“You want it gentle, do you love?”
“Gentle…? Oh my, I-I—How do you know that?!”
“I figured that you are a Virgin, so I’d perhaps be gentle on you, yeah?”
Amir winced, feeling his clothed erection pressing up against his crotch as he bit his thumbnail. Saliva covered his tongue, biting the urge to beg for more since he didn't want to scare away the door. Dorian leaned forward, his lips caressing the beauty’s neck yet his hands—well one of them was grasping his shoulder while the other grabbed the waistline of his tights. “I’d call myself that, if he weren't so persistent in saying it was all in good fun.”
“Should I not be doing this? Are you alright with this love?”
“I was not referring to you at all, Joonam, I’m alright and I’m telling you that this was what I needed. I need to feel truly loved for once.”
“Alright then, just tell me when to stop, okay?”
“Wait, before you do anything, is it alright if I don’t really understand my, err, taste? You know, like, philias?”
“As long as you’re happy and content with discovering yourself then I’ll gladly help you.”
Despite the mirror wanting to continue, they both took their time explaining what fantasy they wanted to take for their first time together. Dorian took note of Amir’s consistent glances at the mirror before they eventually agreed to take it slow and try the basics first. The mirror’s body shivered as he felt the door sliding off his tights and his revealing lingerie underwear.
Amir couldn’t help but remember one of his old fantasies, the one where Dorian was pounding into him, his cock penetrating him in and out while Keith was just lying on the ground passed out possibly due to drinking again.
His body twitches once more, the bodyguard’s hands were everywhere with care despite him kissing marks on his back before moving up and passionately kissing his lips. He didn't mind his tongue being moist nor the fact that a line of spit connected them when they departed. He was curious enough to stroke his cock while his other hand pulled down his suit pants by his belt. Despite his desire to continue wearing his work hat, he sets it on the vanity table.
Amir rolled his hips before Dorian’s hands stopped him, gently yet firmly grabbing his ass before pulling the condom out and putting it on, applying the lubricant for him to press it against his entrance. Hearing a groan slip out accidentally, cupping his mouth to prevent it from happening again until he gently grabs his hand to move it back on the table. “You’re okay love, I’m your safe space. I love to hear your voice.”
The long-haired beauty nodded, letting the bodyguard insert himself into the mirror. His hand was resting on his shoulder while his other hand was firmly grasping his ass again, gently pounding into him. Just by him making a grunting sound was enough to get the Mirror aroused, he moaned wantonly as he shivered in pleasure from even his fingers tangling in his hair.
“Your skin is so soft love, the most beautiful actor I’ve laid my eyes on in a while,” Dorian whispered in his ear, his hands intertwining to hold them as he continued thrusting in the mirror. “You’re doing such a great job, love.”
Amir glanced up as he stared into the mirror, wiggling his hips as he watched the bodyguard hard at work. Seeing him changing his pace to move a bit faster, making him arch his back while whining desperately to make him go deeper. “Am I doing- Mmh- Is this right?”
“That’s it, good job love, you’re doing it right,” The reassuring praise was driving Amir crazy, making him moan despite him sounding like he was on the verge of breaking down into tears. “Don’t worry, should I stop now, love? You alright?”
“No, please don’t stop! I’m- ooh- I’m enjoying it, you take such good care of me—Azizam!”
“Your body is perfect love, now I don’t want to let you out of my sight—”
“Dorian!”
The door nodded, gently holding the mirror in his embrace as he went deeper while trying to hold that gentleness that he promised him. His cock was throbbing as he felt his walls and insides clenching onto him, almost squeezing him out to get to the good part. Dorian kissed Amir’s neck, creating a trail for him to follow as he heard the mirror let out a cry from the pleasure before feeling his cock giving in and sprouting cum onto the floor, letting some dribble down his legs.
From embarrassment, Amir whimpered, letting out a yelp as Dorian wrapped his arms around him and kissed his back, marking a couple of hickies on him. “It's okay love, we’ll clean it up once we’re done.”
The two, moaning and panting, began to feel their reaching point of climax. They were both ready to cum, mainly the mirror was ready to let go. The bodyguard knew this, as he held onto Amir closely as he thrusted faster into him before slowing down to whisper into his ear. “Let yourself go for me, love.”
He noticed the mirror was a little hesitant, almost too embarrassed to do it. “It's alright love, I’m here, not going anywhere.”
Amir nods, letting Dorian thrusted his cock into him one last time before precum began slowly spilling out of him, droplets of cum dribbling down him as his body shivers from the impact, moaning audibly before turning it into a quiet gasp as his body settles down. Dorian panted before slowly pulling out of him with his hand resting on his shoulder. “That felt perfect, love. We should do this more, yeah?”
“Ah- Dorian, Azizam. Are you suggesting that we—!” Amir immediately turned his body to look at the door before seeing him offering a towel.
“Let me show you how I love you better than him.”
The long-haired Iranian beauty felt his heart beating in his chest, blushing heavily as his palms were sweating while he was trying to piece together his sentences until the rules came harrowing back to him. “Even though he’ll possibly ‘kill you’ if you touch me?”
Dorian scoffs. “He says that so he’ll only have you for his gain, but I know him too much to believe that he doesn't manage to care if I start my friendship with you.”
“Very well then,” Amir cleans himself off before wrapping the towel around his body as he steps closer to him. “I would do anything for you, Azizam, Will you have me?”
“Absolutely, darling.”