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Title: Offering
Author: kiltsandlollies
Pairings: BB/DM; EW/DM; SA/DM
(implied EW/SA as well)
Rating: NC–17
Summary: Be careful what you
wish for.
Disclaimer: These lads aren’t
mine. For which we are mutually grateful.
Author’s
Note:
Part One of Kiltie’s Fabulous Fucksome Foursome Drabble Epic ... Thing!
Originally written for cindyjade’s
birthday, per her request for some hot and dirty Dominic. This entire
thing was dreamt, so apologies in advance for its vaguely narcotic,
narcoleptic tone, yis?
Feedback: will soothe the
Muse’s fevered brow.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Part
1
It began, as
most things do between Billy and Dominic, as a game.
The
first week of December found Billy asking Dominic several times a day
what he wanted for his birthday. Dominic would rattle off ridiculous
suggestions, shrug his shoulders or (more often) just ignore the
question, each time reveling in Billy’s frustration. But on the night
of December 5, Dominic rolled over in bed to find Billy staring down at
him, eyes dark and mouth set in a tight line.
“Tell me,” Billy
said, his voice lulling but fierce.
Four breaths
later, Dominic found the will to speak.
-----------------------------
Billy’s
hands never left Dominic’s body while he spoke. Billy caressed his
shoulders when Dominic whispered words of unresolved desire and
unanswered questions. Billy’s fingers traced lines down his chest as
Dominic explained his curiosity, his need to close the book on the
past. And Billy’s thumbs settled in the wells of Dominic’s hipbones as
Dominic promised the world to Billy in exchange for this gift.
And
then Billy’s hands came to rest around Dominic’s aching cock, bringing
Dominic off slowly and sweetly as he considered the request.
Four minutes
later, Billy bent to Dominic’s ear and whispered his approval.
-----------------------------
“You’re fucking
kidding me.”
Elijah’s
cigarette burns bright against the darkness on the beach, and Billy
fights his urge to smack it out of the boy’s hand. The light it casts
makes Elijah’s pale face glow red–orange, illuminating Elijah’s
incredulous smirk, only slightly less obnoxious than Dominic’s own,
Billy thinks.
“I won’t deny
him this, Elijah,” Billy says calmly. “And neither will you.”
The silence
expands, then contracts around Elijah, making him squirm under its
weight and the look in Billy’s eyes.
“I’ll hurt him.
You have to know that.”
Billy’s smile is
gentle. “I fully expect you to.”
-----------------------------
“Does
it occur to him that there are people who don’t find him attractive?”
Sean’s voice is irritated in the way Billy knows serves only as
disguise, as deflection.
“Of course. But
you’ve seen him
sprawled across Elijah in his trailer, caught him on his knees before
me in mine. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted him.”
For long
moments the only sound is that of ice cubes swirling in Sean’s drink.
Billy stands, already knowing Sean’s unspoken answer.
“We’re all
greedy bastards in the end, Sean,” Billy murmurs. “This is your chance
to take and be given at once.”
-----------------------------
Dominic’s cries
take on a sharper edge that night as Billy bores into him, half–crazed
with restrained violence and love.
“Once, Dominic,
one time—”
“Yes, Billy,
anything—”
“And never again
do you think of another when I’m fucking you ...”
“I’m sorry, so
sorry—”
“Because I love
you, you fuck—”
“No, don’t—
“Because it’s
haunted you for months ... it’s taken space in your head and heart that
belongs to me, Dominic ...”
“Please, please—”
“I’m giving you
permission ...” Billy whispers. “Because I can’t live without you,
without this.”
Dominic’s eyes
fall closed, leaking tears Billy takes gentle care to brush away.
-----------------------------
Dominic
wakes on the morning of his birthday to the sound of Billy’s voice and
the smell of Billy’s coffee, both warming him the way no pale, weakened
December sun ever could.
“I love you ...”
Dominic sighs, the words tumbling from his sleepy, lush mouth.
“And sometimes I
believe you,” Billy smiles in return.
Dominic sits up
carefully, and Billy watches him with a calm, appraising gaze.
“I
want this,” Dominic says softly, pre–empting Billy’s concern. “Don’t
change your mind now after what you said last night, after what you
did—”
Billy’s lips
fall hard on Dominic’s, silencing him.
-----------------------------
Billy breaks the
kiss, his face flushing. “I’ve left you directions on the table. Be
there by seven o’clock.”
Dominic rises
from the bed, confused. “Directions?”
“Do you think
I’d allow this to happen in my bed?” Billy murmurs. “I’m not the needy
little cunt here.”
“Oh, just fuck
you,” Dominic laughs, and Billy’s smile widens.
“Stop
it.” Billy sighs against Dominic’s lips. “There will be rules. I will
stop it if you ask, but until then, you’re at the mercy of your own
needs ... I can’t control them or you.”
“Seven o’clock,”
Dominic whispers, and Billy stands to leave.
-----------------------------
The
day passes so quickly, Dominic barely has time to think—and he imagines
it’s better this way. He doesn’t particularly want to dwell either on
the approach of his 27th year or on the gift he’s begged from Billy.
But as he dresses to meet them, Dominic’s mind races.
Dominic
knows that Billy’s assumptions are correct, as they usually are.
Dominic has indeed shut Billy out of this one small part of his soul
that burns for the touch of hands that are both paler and darker than
Billy’s.
After tonight
the need will be satisfied, the burn soothed.
-----------------------------
Dinner
has never been a complicated affair for the four of them, and tonight
is no exception. Dominic reads from an advance copy of Vanity Fair, mimicking Viggo’s
drawl to perfection, and Elijah and Billy harmonize beautifully on
“Dear Prudence” as Sean carves the meat.
Wine
flows first, then something stronger, procured in New Zealand. By
dessert, four pairs of eyes have gone dark, four smiles grown soft.
“Dominic,” Billy
whispers, raising his glass. “A happy birthday to you, friend.”
Sean echoes the
toast loudly, and Elijah follows. Dominic drains the last of his drink,
his eyes locked on Billy’s.
-----------------------------
Dominic
watches Elijah’s eyes meet Billy’s, then, just before Elijah sets about
clearing the table. Sean reaches for the wine bottle and follows Elijah
into the kitchen, leaving Billy and Dominic alone.
“Billy, I need
to—
“I
don’t give you this lightly,” Billy whispers, long fingers tracing the
rim of his glass. “So make it worth the effort, Dominic. Make it worth
me keeping them—him—from taking you.”
Dominic falls to
his knees, his palms moving nervously up and down Billy’s thighs. “Stay
with me. With us. I need you here.”
Billy’s laughter
is brittle. “You have no idea.”
-----------------------------
Dominic’s
comfortable being led by Billy, especially when Billy leads with two
fingers caught hard in Dominic’s beltloops. As ever, Billy holds
Dominic’s gaze, keeps him focused as they walk.
Elijah and Sean
are reduced to background murmurs, and the part of Dominic that so
burns for them is in agony. Billy senses this, and he leaves the
bedroom door open as invitation and reminder.
Dominic is dying
to know what desires Elijah is sharing with Sean, what plans Sean has
for tonight. But it is enough for now to hear their footfalls—
To know they are
coming for him.
-----------------------------
Billy
moves around the room, dimming lights while Dominic stands half–turned
toward the door. Billy calls his name twice, but Dominic is lost in his
thoughts. It is only when Billy’s arms wrap around Dominic’s waist from
behind that Dominic releases the breath he’s held since first walking
into the bedroom.
He relaxes
against Billy, enveloped in those
arms and by Billy’s scent—the woodsy, natural scent that Billy carries,
so different from the soapy warmth of Sean and the heady musk of
Elijah.
Dominic closes
his eyes, breathes deep and long, and feels an aching urge to cry.
-----------------------------
Billy
senses this, as he senses everything, and he turns Dominic to face him.
His kiss is soft, but full of memory—and anger, Dominic cannot help
thinking. And when Dominic’s hands run into Billy’s hair, pulling him
closer, he feels Billy tremble.
Dominic wonders
if this night will mean the end of more than just this mad desire.
“We are friends
here, first ...” Billy murmurs, as comfort and warning. “And we will be
friends here last.”
Dominic nods,
touching his forehead to Billy’s. His breath goes shallow just as the
door creaks open further.
They are no
longer alone.
-----------------------------
Elijah’s
hands are itching to touch, to hurt. Dominic can feel it, just as he
can hear Elijah’s shallow breathing, can smell the cloves and light
sweat. Dominic remembers the feel of those hands, and the marks they
left once, two years before.
Dominic knows
that Elijah will do him near–permanent damage if Billy allows it.
But
of course, Billy’s already allowed it, simply by bringing Elijah here.
This knowledge, and the sight of Elijah’s fingers flexing and relaxing,
makes Dominic’s mouth dry and his jeans tighten.
Elijah registers
the change, and looks away, his smile dark and thin.
-----------------------------
Sean
stands by the window, half his face caught in moonlight, half hidden by
darkness. The pathetic humour and harder truth of this setting is not
lost on Dominic, and he allows himself a smile.
Sean’s hands,
larger than Elijah’s, are curled into fists at Sean’s side. Dominic
feels the strength in them even halfway across the room, and wonders
how Sean will use those hands tonight.
Dominic’s been
touched by those fists before—once in real anger, twice serving as
Sean’s last word in arguments.
He has no plans
to provoke Sean now—
At least no more
than necessary.
-----------------------------
Billy moves from
his corner, and the others turn as one to him for guidance.
Billy
is ever the one with the answers. Sean often pretends to ignore Billy’s
advice, but will eventually follow it to the letter. And as for Elijah,
well. He and Billy have a shaky bond, developed mostly over the walking
disaster that is Dominic, and Dominic knows that only he stands between
them either killing each other or falling very much in love.
Billy’s
expression is calm, but Dominic feels the tension beneath the surface,
almost buckles under its weight.
“Right ...”
Billy murmurs. “We begin.”
-----------------------------
Billy holds
Dominic’s gaze, demanding his attention even as he speaks to the others.
“You’re
free to take him,” Billy says softly, working the buttons on Dominic’s
shirt. “To let him take you. Hurt him, hurt each other, I don’t care.
You’re allowed two rules; consider them now.” Billy draws the shirt
away, and Dominic’s hands rise nervously to cover his chest.
Billy raises one
eyebrow, and Dominic’s hands fall.
“This
is what you wanted, Dominic,” Billy whispers, his lips resting on
Dominic’s, fingers trailing down Dominic’s stomach. “‘S what you needed
... now it’s what I want to give you.”
-----------------------------
Dominic
shivers when Billy moves behind him, exposing him now to Elijah’s cold
stare. Sean looks away at first, then turns back, feasting quietly on
Dominic’s rare stillness.
And then there
is Billy again, his voice soothing and searing in Dominic’s ear.
“Offer yourself,
Dominic,” Billy whispers. “It’s your birthday ...”
Dominic
reaches out slowly, eyes closed and palms open, even as Billy pulls him
gently backward to the bed. Dominic barely notices the mattress beneath
him when he falls, choosing instead to relish the touch of the hands
suddenly on him—one small and chilly, the other large and warm.
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For
all Elijah’s quickness, he is bested now by Sean. The larger hand falls
first on Dominic’s chest, claiming Sean’s right to take what he’s
wanted silently for two years.
Dominic’s breath
catches the
moment he feels that weight, that strength. His answering growl is a
challenge, a dare that has lived on Dominic’s lips for those same two
years. “C’mon,” Dominic hisses. “Show me. Come on.”
Sean’s eyes
narrow, and Dominic bares his teeth in laughter, drawing up Sean’s
anger like blood.
“How do you want
him?” Billy whispers, and Sean’s smile is suddenly beatific.
“I want him
quiet.”
-----------------------------
Dominic’s
body has long been filled with fear and heat, but now he can feel that
energy rising from his skin in waves to rest on Elijah’s lips, in
Sean’s eyes—
And in the low
simmer of Billy’s voice.
“First rule,
Dominic,” Billy murmurs. “You’re to be silent ... and so you will be.”
“Billy,”
Dominic whispers. Billy knows that one of Dominic’s limitations as a
man and as a lover is his inability to be silent anywhere, much less in
bed—sacred as any church to Dominic’s mind. But Billy appears unmoved
by Dominic’s entreaties now. “Please, Billy—”
“Settle,
Dominic.”
-----------------------------
Dominic
stills himself, if only to show Billy that he can do this—that whatever
Sean demands from him, whatever violence Elijah commits, he wants this
night, these feelings—but it is only a temporary peace.
And all four of
them take a breath in its wake.
Dominic
watches Billy’s long fingers reach into darkness and return wrapped
around a length of blue fabric. Billy’s never gagged him before, never
forced him silent with anything but his hand, and now Dominic’s blood
pounds in his ears as Billy lowers the cloth.
And again the
urge to cry nearly overwhelms him.
-----------------------------
Dominic
registers the taste of the fabric on his tongue, thick and strange and
damp already in the wine–heavy humidity of his mouth.
Billy knots the
cloth, and Dominic moans softly, his body twisting underneath Sean’s
grip.
“Dominic,”
Billy hisses, ready to do worse. Elijah’s low laughter catches
Dominic’s attention better than Billy’s irritation, and Dominic squirms
again, nearly upsetting Sean from his perch above Dominic’s body.
“Gonna
have to do better than that,” Elijah smiles gently from behind Sean.
His hands trail up and down Sean’s arms, persuading and sure. “And I
have another idea for that scarf.”
-----------------------------
Billy
looks up at Elijah, eyes narrowed and dark, but says nothing. Dominic
feels the energy in the room shifting, crackling like a static charge
between Billy and Elijah.
“Do this for me
...” Elijah murmurs, stroking Sean’s hair. “Use your hands ...”
Sean
moves forward, half–straddling Dominic’s stomach, and raises Dominic’s
head with a reverence that shocks even Billy before he unties the
cloth, handing it to Elijah with a nod.
“Yours,” Sean
says
softly. Elijah mock–bows in return, unsteady on his knees. The mattress
dips and rolls, and Dominic licks his lips.
The gesture does
not go unnoticed.
-----------------------------
“Look at you,
Dom,” Sean smiles. “Like the taste of quiet now? Imagine you being fucked right
into silence and loving it.”
His
hand falls between Dominic’s legs, cupping him through the worn denim
of Dominic’s jeans. Dominic’s teeth leave deep impressions in his
bottom lip as he bites back his cries.
Billy sits back,
and his
little breath terrifies and thrills Dominic. Seldom has he felt so
desperate for more—of Elijah’s sneer, of Billy’s gasps, of Sean’s touch.
And still Sean’s
fingers are tracing his length and squeezing, drawing back gently when
Dominic most wants it to hurt.
-----------------------------
“Not too much
more,” Elijah sighs, pressing his lips to Sean’s hair. “Want him good
for you ...”
Dominic
opens his eyes to see Billy crawling up the bed, to rest near the
headboard. Billy’s hand travels until it is inches from Dominic’s, and
Dominic understands, knows he will need Billy this close—possibly even
closer—very soon.
“Get them off,”
Elijah coos, and suddenly Dominic’s jeans are open, sliding from his
body.
“Yes,” Dominic
whispers. “Fucking now. Please.”
After these long
moments of Elijah’s detached murmurs, Dominic is surprised when the
next voice he hears is Sean’s.
“By all means
...”
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Sean’s
thumbs rest on Dominic’s hips like Billy’s do, but harder, heavier, and
the difference makes Dominic arch in encouragement. Sean presses his
hard, denim covered cock against Dominic’s bare skin, and Dominic gasps.
“Want to see
you,” Dominic begs, ignoring Elijah’s little hiss of warning. “Want
you.”
Sean’s
smile falters, and Dominic’s throat closes around his moan at the cool
touch of another—Elijah—near both their waists. Sean’s jeans fall away,
followed by his shirt.
“You’re to be
silent,” Sean repeats, again harder, again heavier than Billy.
And his hand,
even warmer now, closes firmly over Dominic’s mouth.
-----------------------------
It
comes as no surprise to Dominic that Sean’s hand covers the whole of
his mouth and chin. Dominic struggles, half to breathe and half to see
the play of emotions on Sean’s face, to feel that sturdy, strong body
command his own.
And it’s obvious
that Sean loves the idea that
he can make Dominic shut the fuck up at last, but for the sounds lost
in his palm, the muffled pleas that disappear into his skin.
But
beyond all of this, Sean appears positively elated when Dominic finally
settles, eyes wide and bright, body ready to be taken.
-----------------------------
Dominic
feels Sean’s other hand sliding, damp with sweat, down his stomach,
resting above the thatch of dark hair before tugging gently.
“No,” Elijah
whispers. “That’s for me.”
There
is another collective breath as Sean and Elijah’s silent negotiations
continue. Then Sean’s fingers move again, this time to Dominic’s cock.
Dominic flicks his tongue across Sean’s palm, just enough to encourage.
Sean’s eyelids flutter, but he does not release his grip.
If anything, it
grows stronger, just as Sean’s free hand presses underneath Dominic’s
cock, and his thumb slides further below.
And Dominic’s
shiver runs through Sean’s body as well.
-----------------------------
Dominic’s
almost–complete focus is on Sean’s fingers now. He closes his eyes,
still breathing warm and wet on Sean’s palm, while Sean plays, runs his
thumb in rough circles around Dominic’s opening, watching Dominic bear
down in anticipation and open wider for him.
The room has
gone
quiet, and Dominic longs to turn his head, to confirm that Billy’s
still there. But the idea that Billy may have disappeared is terrifying
enough that Dominic decides to remain in ignorance.
In any event,
Dominic is quite immobilized by Sean.
He would not
move now if his life depended on it.
-----------------------------
“Gonna fuck him
dry?” Elijah smiles, caressing Sean’s face. “He can take it, I’m
telling you ...”
Billy inhales,
and Dominic stirs under Sean’s grip. It is not as if Dominic could deny
the truth of Elijah’s words: he can
take it, would do so if made to. But now he can feel Sean’s cock, hot
and hard and yes, thicker, bigger than any Dominic’s ever taken before,
and he’s trapped again between fear and want.
Sean hesitates,
and Elijah sighs, taking his hand.
And as Dominic
watches Sean’s fingers disappearing into Elijah’s smoky, red mouth, he
shivers impatiently, needing more.
-----------------------------
Dominic
releases a long–held breath into Sean’s palm when one finger slides
inside him. His body does not, cannot resist, not when it knows how
long Dominic has waited for this. And when Sean’s second finger joins
the first, stroking gently, Dominic sighs in deep pleasure.
“Three,”
Elijah whispers, and Dominic moans at the third, thicker digit slowly
stretching him. His hand reaches and is caught by Billy, silent but
here all this while. Dominic feels Billy’s gaze, knows that Billy is
watching, feeling everything.
Dominic aches
suddenly to kiss him, and Billy reads it immediately, shaking his head.
-----------------------------
“Another,”
Elijah says, and all three turn to him in surprise. A sheen of sweat
covers Dominic’s chest, and Elijah leans to taste it, to lick and tease.
“You’re gonna
thank me, Dom,” he smiles. “You might even—”
“Enough,”
Sean hisses, curling a fourth finger inside. Dominic gasps, and Sean’s
other hand slips from Dominic’s mouth to his shoulder, pinning him to
the mattress.
Dominic trembles
violently as Sean suddenly moves
between his legs. Elijah’s hand rests on Dominic’s thigh, steadying,
stroking as Sean presses the head of his cock inside him.
“Jesus, fuck ...” Sean gasps, and
Elijah smiles again.
-----------------------------
Dominic’s
eyes flutter as he keeps down his cries. His fingers go white, curling
around Billy’s wrist, and somewhere on another level of thought,
Dominic knows that Billy is brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead,
is brushing away his tears.
Billy may even
be kissing him, in his hair, on his temples.
Even
so, Dominic is lost now to the feeling of being taken, of being nearly
broken by Sean. His thighs clench around Sean’s hips as Sean moves
forward, slowly but still just brutally enough that Dominic will
remember this forever.
It is, after
all, what he wanted.
-----------------------------
Dominic
becomes aware of Elijah’s voice once more, whispering commands,
determining the force and timing of Sean’s thrusts. Sean’s eyes are
staring down, memorizing the sight of Dominic laid open this way for
him.
Dominic knows
that Sean has wanted him like this for years,
but now that restraint is no longer necessary, Sean still cannot let
go—cannot fuck Dominic the way they both want.
Dominic can
smile now at his desire to not provoke Sean, and he takes a deep breath
before matching Sean’s fierce gaze.
“That all you’ve
got?” Dominic whispers—
And arches up,
forcing the pace.
-----------------------------
Sean
face turns dark, anger creasing his features as he plunges into
Dominic, and from his mouth pours a stream of curses unlike anything
Dominic has heard since the last time he was taken this way—
The last time he
was with Elijah.
Elijah rises
behind Sean, encouraging him. Dominic hears every third or fourth
phrase—hard,
take him, faster—and he closes his
eyes against the sound.
Dominic reaches
with his free hand and is surprised to find it slapped down, Elijah’s
cool grip tightening around his forearm.
“You don’t get
to touch,” Elijah smirks. “You
get to feel.”
-----------------------------
Dominic
lets his head fall back to the pillow, into Billy’s arms, as Sean
pushes forward. It’s hard and it burns and feels so fucking fantastic
that Dominic is almost convinced this is a dream—
That when he
wakes, Billy will be above him, inside him.
But
of course this is no dream, and Dominic’s eyes open to see Elijah’s
hand wandering again, this time to Dominic’s cock, where he strokes
lovingly, gently, until the moment Sean shouts, pressing Dominic hard
into the mattress.
Dominic wonders
how soon he will feel the loss of Sean—
And whether it
will hurt.
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Sean
comes with all the violence Dominic expects, his teeth bared and
gnashing, his eyes shut tight, his hair matted and sweaty. It is a
sight Dominic will cherish, along with the feeling of his own release,
rushing now down his back and stomach—
And stilled
cruelly in the grip of that small, cool palm.
“Second
rule,” Elijah hisses, his breath caught harder than his hand around
Dominic’s shaft. He looks up from under his lashes, and his eyes, dark
blue and wild, are fixed on Billy even as he speaks to Dominic.
“You don’t come
until we allow it.”
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