Archive of Our Own

Dorian believed that nothing could surpass this moment as the most special of his life.

He had just killed Basil Hallward, on the same day that they had shared intimate moments together for the first and last time. His bloodied body lay less than two meters away, motionless, rigid and without his characteristic scarf that he always wore on a daily basis. The item was in Dorian's hands, and he would keep it forever as a reminder of this tragic story.

“I wish things had been different Basil.” Said the young man, looking at the body that was slowly cooling and hardening, becoming less human with each passing second.
“Why did you have to be so brilliant and virtuous?” The man was talking more to himself than to the corpse in front of him. The thoughtful young man concluded that Basil's admiration for him, along with his sweet and naive personality, was what had made his violent death so pleasurable.

Dorian pulled the scarf over his face again, smelling the painter's blood. Definitely not the most suitable situation for pants to be tight.

"You won't mind, will you Hallward?" Not waiting for an answer, Dorian unbuttoned his underwear.

"This whole situation is already absurd, this would be nothing, wouldn't it?" The young man looked at the corpse, which fortunately had its face turned the other way.
Dorian exposed his penis to the atmosphere and wrapped it with the bloody scarf. The texture wasn't exactly pleasant, but all the symbolism and emotions that the object carried outweighed the roughness of the fabric.

During his relief, images of the good times he had spent with Basil hours ago came to mind. The beautiful sight of the older man sucking his cock so devotedly was mixed with his face in agony after the fatal blow.

It wasn't long before the yellow scarf was stained both red and white.

And when Dorian recovered from the long wave of pleasure, he realized that the portrait, which had previously been focused exclusively on the dead thing in the attic, was now staring at him.

"You like what you see, don't you?" The man saw the smile already present in the painting grow even wider.

He smiled back.