Dorian was pulled through his aftershocks, left completely spent yet aching for more. When Kade finally withdrew he was exhausted and satisfied. The thoughts that this shouldn't have happened had fled him mind on the heels of his orgasm. His eyes fluttered open at Kade's words, hazy and heady. He licked his own lips, his throat dry, as he watched Kade lick the seed off of his hand. The sight was extremely lewd and he couldn't take his eyes off of him. Kade was gorgeous, and he wanted to kiss him, to thank him. He didn't even seem to remember that Kade had drained his blood, that he wasn't human. That he was something that shouldn't even exist.<br/><br/>Everything seemed to blur around him and before he realized it, he was lying in his bed. Had his consciousness slipped at some point? His neck was aching some, but he was in such a blissful state that he didn't quite remember why. He gazed up at Kade. The man was so beautiful, he thought again. He reached out as if to touch him, to see if he was real or some angel. There had been some point in their interaction that Kade had mentioned being an angel of...something. Yet Kade's words washed over him, lulling him. He succumbed without argument or fight, his own steel grey eyes closing before he fell unconscious. He slept deeply indeed, and without dreams.<br/><br/>When he woke up the next day, he realized he had slept in by several hours. It wasn't something he had ever done before and he panicked, sitting up with a dizzying groan. His neck felt like it had a kink in it, and he grimaced at the sticky feel on his hand. Looking down, he scowled. He was still in his pants, which made no sense. He never went to bed in his suit pants unless he was extremely drunk. Yet he couldn't remember if he'd drank anything the previous night. He shouldn't have since it had been a work day. Nor did he feel like he had a hangover. Nothing felt right. When he adjusted his pants, he grimaced again. They were stuck a bit, and he realized then that at some point he had cum in his  pants.<br/><br/>This was not how he wanted to wake up. When the saw the clock, he groaned. He was so late. God he had never been this late. Hastily he got to his feet and nearly fell as another wave of dizziness hit him. He braced himself on the dressed, nearly knocking over the vase of fake, neutral colored flowers. When he saw them, an odd sense of rage filled him. He picked up the vase and hurled it across his room, where it shattered. He remembered nothing from the night before. Dorian clenched his jaw and went to the bathroom. All the grayscale...it was hurting his head. Something had changed, though, because he normally didn't give a damn about it. He normally didn't care about his life at home as long as he exercised regularly and stayed healthy.<br/><br/>He got his pants unstuck with some water, then showered thoroughly. There were no marks on his throat, though he touched it lightly. It was tender. Dorian shaved, brushed his teeth, then picked up the mess in his bedroom. The clothes were put into a dry cleaning bag and left for Anita to take to the cleaners later. His head throbbed and he was dizzy. Honestly even when he was sick he still went to work, but he hadn't felt this lethargic since he'd had a mild case of pneumonia a few years ago, when Mary had forced him to take a week off to recover. Nothing looked or felt right. He felt like he was watching everything through a haze, and he finally went to the kitchen. His gun was back where it belonged, which wasn't helping his memory any.<br/><br/>But his phone was on the counter. Shoes and coat where they belonged. God what had happened the previous night? He picked up the phone, with its black case, and shook his head. He had six missed calls. He poured himself some orange juice, something he was craving pretty strongly, and listened to his messages. Four were from Mary. One from his hair salon appointment he'd missed, and one from Jacob. It was a quarter after nine in the morning and he just couldn't get everything together. He finally called Mary back. He spent the next thirty minutes letting her know that he was okay, and that he was taking an unexpected day off. He gave her the number to the salon appointment, and had her take care of everything.<br/><br/>"And Mary," he said at the end of the call, staring down at his gold watch. He scowled. "Thank you, for all that you've done."<br/><br/>That woman was definitely going to get a raise. He wasn't lacking in providing benefits to his employees and making sure they were paid well, but raises were rare if non existent. Mary stumbled and fumbled through their farewell and he hung up with a shake of his head. He did some math over a hearty breakfast and for once avoided doing a work out. He felt just so weary. Dorian ended up watching the news, something he always did in the morning, then went back to bed. He was still dressed in his pajamas.<br/><br/>He ended up sleeping through the rest of the day.