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Offering,
Part 2
Billy’s
eyes close at Elijah’s words, opening to see Dominic’s body tensed and
shivering, his hips half–risen from the bed. Dominic’s eyebrows knit in
confusion and fear, and he chokes down another little cry.
“Let
him go,” Billy whispers hotly, and Elijah obeys, uncurling his fingers
slowly from around Dominic’s cock, raising his hands in a gesture of
mock surrender before he turns to Sean, breathing hard beside them.
Billy’s fingers fall into Dominic’s hair again, stroking through sweaty
brown and blond tangles.
“Take a breath,”
Elijah and Billy say together, and all four of them inhale as one.
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Dominic
can see Sean’s shoulders shaking as he breathes, can feel Sean’s hands
still on him, bruising in pressure and greed. Dominic’s eyes flit to
his own chest, and the marks there cause him not a little dark joy.
Elijah
soothes Sean, kissing his neck and shoulders and murmuring words of
praise. Dominic wonders what promises Elijah has made to Sean in the
past, what gifts he has begged from their friend.
But when Sean’s
eyes fly open now, they fall upon Dominic, not Elijah—
And Dominic’s
expression softens with gratitude and love, just before he feels
Billy’s quiet sigh.
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“Billy,” Dominic
murmurs, and Billy leans down, caressing Dominic’s chest, now rising
and falling with his shallow breaths.
“Say the word,
Dom,” Billy whispers, and his eyes are bright. “Can’t do anything
unless—”
“No,” Dominic
smiles. “No. Just stay here, stay with me.”
“Of course—”
Dominic
reaches for Billy desperately, pulls him down hard with what little
remains of his strength, and their lips are inches away when Billy
pushes back, sitting up with a curse.
“Billy, please—”
“No, Dominic,”
Billy shakes his head again. “Not until this is done. Not until I can’t
see them in your eyes anymore.”
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Elijah
sits back, pleased, and lets his hand travel again to Dominic’s chest.
His fingers lace with Billy’s, locking there before Billy can pull away.
“Water? Wine?”
Elijah asks, the fire in his eyes tamped down for the moment. “Maybe
both?”
“Both,”
Sean breathes behind them. Elijah smiles again, releasing Billy’s hand.
His fingernails drag lightly down Dominic’s stomach, making Dominic
twitch and gasp, before he rises from the bed. When he speaks, his
voice is warm.
“You won’t
regret this, Dom. You won’t forget it, either.”
Dominic settles
back into Billy’s arms, unable to give more than tacit agreement.
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The ache in
Dominic’s arm is terrible, but he ignores the encroaching numbness in
exchange for keeping Billy’s touch.
Of
course, Billy has borne Dominic’s touch, white–knuckled and hot, as
well, and he still stands as the one safeguard between Dominic and
Elijah’s potentially violent greed.
Dominic is
calmer now—as
much as he can be, left this way—and he stirs at the touch of Sean’s
hand running gently up and down his calf. Sean’s expression is
shattered, sad, and Dominic aches for him.
“You broke him,”
Billy whispers, close to Dominic’s ear. “Harder than he broke you.”
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Dominic
reaches for Sean, and Sean moves to lower himself to Dominic’s lips for
the first time. Dominic relaxes into the kiss, allowing Sean to take
again what Dominic would have willingly given years ago.
There
is something strangely tender to Sean’s touches, to the heat of his
tongue flicking over Dominic’s jagged teeth. Dominic’s free hand
caresses, strokes between Sean’s shoulder blades, and Billy’s approving
purr serves as sweet, thrilling encouragement.
Still, Billy
does not release Dominic’s hand.
And when Elijah
returns, a rush of cold air cutting through the warmth Dominic’s just
found, Billy’s grip tightens even more.
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Elijah
moves slowly into the room, obviously unwilling to scrape the needle of
his presence across this already scratched and warped record. Dominic
watches Billy watch Elijah, sees the muscles of Billy’s throat work
while Elijah pours four glasses of wine.
Sean slides away
from
Dominic, and the disappearing warmth makes Dominic want to cry again,
this time for an uneasy friendship now shaken and turned on its side.
Elijah
places a glass in Sean’s hand and presses a kiss to his forehead,
erasing the touch of Dominic’s own lips from Sean’s skin—and from his
memory, too, Dominic imagines.
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Elijah
climbs onto the bed with two more glasses, jostling Billy just enough
so that his hand slips involuntarily from Dominic’s. Elijah takes
immediate advantage, sliding his hand under Dominic’s neck, pulling him
gently to sit and drink.
Dominic drinks
deep from his glass.
Years have passed since Dominic last allowed Elijah this near, but
Elijah’s memory is long—and Dominic will need whatever temporary
courage he can gather.
Dominic looks
behind Elijah to Billy, but when he makes to speak, Elijah moves
closer, his sweet face filling Dominic’s vision—
Eclipsing Billy
entirely, for what must be the last time.
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Elijah’s
kiss is sharp and sweet, at first as soothing as the wine to Dominic’s
parched mouth. Then it turns, like one of Elijah’s moods, and Dominic’s
greed in surrender matches Elijah’s in victory. Dominic’s glass falls
from his hand, crashing to the floor just as Elijah’s teeth score his
lips, devouring in a way Dominic craves.
Then there is
the
burning—the tearing of Elijah’s jeans rubbing harshly against Dominic’s
overheated, oversensitive body. Dominic snarls, tugging at Elijah’s
shirt, and he is only seconds from feeling Elijah’s skin when again he
is stopped—
This time, more
violently than before.
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Elijah’s
body, so quick and catlike, is more flexible than imagined when
stretched across Dominic’s body—and his hands, so small and delicate,
are weapons of calm destruction when curled tightly around Dominic’s
throat and balls. He does not move, does not even acknowledge Billy’s
warning hiss behind him.
“You don’t touch
me,” Elijah breathes.
“You don’t do anything until I tell you. Until I let you, Dom.” The
hand around Dominic’s balls clenches harder, and tears spill from the
corners of Dominic’s eyes. “Are we clear?”
Dominic nods,
his eyes bright.
“Good,” Elijah
sighs. “Hands above your head, Dom.”
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Dominic
hesitates, and Elijah sighs again, releasing his grip on Dominic’s
body. He moves Dominic’s arms to the headboard with a care Dominic does
not expect.
“Slowly,” Elijah
murmurs, caressing Dominic’s taut
muscles. “I know it hurts. Your wrist is already bruised, Dom ... and
your forearm’s gone white ...” Elijah smiles, leaning to whisper softly
in Dominic’s ear. “Clinging to Billy’s never done you much good, has
it?”
Dominic inhales
sharply, and Elijah’s smile widens. His
hands move to Dominic’s hair, massaging his scalp and temples, relaxing
and terrorizing him at once—
A specialty of
Elijah’s, learned early and never forgotten.
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“Okay,”
Elijah breathes, leaning back to settle on Dominic’s chest. “I’m going
to do this right for you, Dom. Because it’s your birthday, and you want
it ... and I’m under orders to deny you nothing.”
Dominic’s eyes
flicker around the room, but Elijah leans down again, his hand resting
gently on Dominic’s cheek. “He’s still here,” Elijah whispers. “D’you
think he’d leave you alone with me?”
Dominic shivers,
and Elijah laughs.
“So,”
Elijah continues, reaching for the abandoned scarf. “Let’s see how much
you’ve learned since we last played this game. Let’s see if you even
remember how to play.”
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The sound of
the scarf being ripped in two lengthwise is enough to make Dominic’s
eyes close and his body tighten once more. His hips rise off the bed
almost unbidden, and Elijah’s hand lands firmly on his stomach,
stilling his movements.
.
“Patience, you
greedy fuck,” Elijah
whispers. Dominic’s lips curl into a sneer, and it takes everything he
has not to answer back, to bring even more of Elijah’s violence to the
surface. Elijah’s smile sweetens even more, lush and full of challenge.
“Plenty of time,
Dom. Don’t waste it all before I even fucking touch you for real.”
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Then
Elijah is moving, high on his knees and shockingly steady on the
mattress, wrapping one thin length of fabric three times around
Dominic’s left wrist before knotting it hard. The tail of the fabric,
still more than a foot long, fits twice around the bedpost, and Elijah
knots it with a precision he learned at Billy’s feet in Mexico.
Elijah
does not bother to test the knots. He has always found Dominic easy to
keep still, with or without the luxury of restraints.
“Nice,” he
smiles approvingly before catching Dominic’s other wrist. “The things I
do for you, Dom ...”
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Elijah
moves quickly now, and Dominic imagines that it is because he needs
this just as badly as Dominic does—but for different reasons.
Elijah—who has nothing to prove to Dominic, least of all in this
way—still longs for Billy’s respect and Sean’s attention.
He will receive
both and neither tonight, Dominic thinks abstractedly.
His
reverie is interrupted by Elijah’s final tug on the scarf. Dominic
gasps, the first sound he’s made in several minutes, and he watches the
flush of pleasure rise above Elijah’s cheekbones.
It is a
beautiful sight—one of many Dominic will remember later.
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Elijah
slides backward slowly, scraping his body down the length of Dominic’s
stomach and cock as he moves to straddle Dominic’s calves. Dominic
arches up again, and the pain in his arms comes as a deep shock.
Elijah
has allowed next to nothing in the way of movement for Dominic, and
this knowledge fills him with the same terror and need he felt for Sean
what seems like hours ago. He is again immobilized, again wanting more.
“Very
nice,” Elijah smiles, and his tongue shoots across his bottom lip in
appreciation. “Get comfortable, Dom ... gonna make it worth your while.”
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Elijah
sits back on his heels to remove his overshirt, and suddenly Dominic
can see behind him again—can see Billy’s warm green eyes and long,
spidery fingers flexing and relaxing, can see Sean watching, still in
shock, from under heavy eyelids.
Dominic knows
Elijah is
watching him, watching the way his eyes flicker, trying to keep contact
with Sean and far more with Billy—Billy, who with every second that
passes seems to grow more unsettled, but retains his impassive
expression—but Elijah says nothing, does nothing.
Until his hand
flutters softly in the air, and Sean steps forward.
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Billy moves
quickly to Dominic’s side, and Elijah raises his hand to stop either of
their protests.
“Want
you to touch me, Sean,” Elijah murmurs. “And then I want you to watch
me with him ... watch me do everything you couldn’t.”
Sean draws
the thin tee shirt gently from Elijah’s chest, and his motions are so
reverent, so careful, that Dominic feels like he will go mad just
watching. Dominic is certain his face mirrors Billy’s, creased with
pleasure and disgust at once.
“Here’s the
thing, Dom,” Elijah whispers. “I don’t wait for my birthday to get what
I want.”
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Dominic
wonders vaguely how often Sean has undressed Elijah, for his own
benefit or for that of others, but he is distracted by the sight of
Sean’s hands, so recently warm on his own body, now caressing Elijah’s.
Elijah’s eyes close, and Billy catches Dominic’s glance, holding it
there in silence.
Dominic’s
fingers tremble, reaching for Billy,
but then Elijah’s eyes slide open, dilated in pleasure, and Billy steps
back, retreating to his role as observer. Dominic feels the loss
instantly, and drags his gaze back to Elijah unwillingly.
Elijah’s smile
has gone dark again, and Dominic holds his breath.
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Elijah
sits up high on his knees again, allowing Sean better access to
unbutton his jeans, to stroke him gently inside the material until
Elijah’s eyes close once more and he sighs, his hand covering Sean’s.
Sean
smiles and returns to his work, tugging at Elijah’s jeans, and as they
come away, Dominic’s eyes fall to Elijah’s cock, hard and perfect and
still familiar enough that Dominic cannot help arching up again in
need. Elijah leans forward and taps one ragged fingernail on Dominic’s
lips.
“Do it again and
I’ll hurt you,” Elijah whispers. “More than you want me to.”
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Sean
moves back, his smile fading into a kind of dazed appreciation for what
he knows is about to happen. The idea that Sean and Elijah may have
actually planned what harm and good they wanted to do tonight makes
Dominic ache. He covets Billy’s position, only just for a moment, and
only to see this from the outside—to access every image at once.
Elijah smiles
gently at Billy, and less so at Sean, before he takes a deep breath and
sinks to his hands and knees over Dominic.
“Mine, now ...”
he breathes. “Don’t move, and don’t fight me.”
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Elijah’s
tongue sweeps out, licks at the marks his fingers and teeth have
already left on Dominic’s throat. His hair, growing out soft, tickles
Dominic’s neck, and Dominic releases a brief, permitted noise of
pleasure.
Dominic feels
Elijah’s smile against his skin,
relishes it, knowing it will be one of the last expressions of delight
to cross Elijah’s face tonight. This is the calm before the storm, the
breath of familiar tenderness before Elijah’s baser instincts take over.
Still, Dominic
is surprised when it passes so quickly—
And the sting of
Elijah’s fingernails brings him back to present, cold reality.
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It
begins as the minor scraping of two ragged fingernails across Dominic’s
stomach. This unusually gentle approach does not comfort him, however.
Rather, Dominic imagines that Elijah will go much further in his
ministrations, and Dominic searches his memory for his previous
limits—and those of Elijah, as well.
Elijah settles
down,
resting his cheek against Dominic’s chest. His fingers find Dominic’s
nipple, brushing across it with the lightest touch, before his palm
rests there, warm over the hard little nub.
Dominic holds
his breath again, waiting—
And is rewarded
with the bright, searing pain of Elijah's deep, angry scratch.
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Dominic
has never minded the sight or smell, or even the coppery taste, of
blood. Still, the tiny smears of it on his chest, directly above and
below his erect nipple, cause even Dominic to shiver, and he can feel
against his thigh how pleased his reaction makes Elijah.
Dominic cannot
look at Billy, or even Sean, just yet.
Elijah’s
lips close over Dominic’s nipple softly, drawing it up between his
lethal little teeth and biting so perfectly that Dominic’s eyes nearly
roll back in his head.
Elijah has
barely begun, and already Dominic is prepared to give him anything.
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Elijah
pulls back to suck away the blood, and Dominic exhales, reaching with
his eyes at last for something other than the alluring sight before
him. Billy’s expression is now one of grief and overwhelmed, possessive
desire, and it makes Dominic stir in his bonds, surprising Elijah and
upsetting him from his task.
From his perch
at Elijah’s side,
Sean gasps at this breach of order. Dominic freezes, his eyes still on
Billy, both of them heavily aware of what Dominic has done.
“You were
fucking warned,” Elijah hisses, and
his slap is like a gunshot in the quiet room.
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Elijah forces
Dominic’s gaze back to him, his hand searing hot against the suddenly
vivid mark on Dominic’s left cheek.
“Distracted
little fuck,” Elijah snarls. “And I was gonna make this good for you.”
Dominic
breathes hard, looking up from underneath his lashes at Elijah’s
reddened face. “So make it bad, then. Show me something I haven’t seen,
Elijah. Show me what you’ve learned.”
Dominic is only
slightly better prepared for the next hit, but before he has a chance
to respond, Elijah’s hands are moving again.
“I said you
wouldn’t regret this,” Elijah says softly. “Maybe I was wrong.”
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Elijah
looks to Sean again, and Dominic watches another silent cue pass
between them, another command and another act of obedience. And again
Dominic uses this disruption to find Billy in the almost darkness, his
eyes glassy and tired.
“You must feel
so lucky to have him,”
Elijah murmurs after Sean disappears. He drags his nails into the
coarse hair between Dominic’s legs, making Dominic’s breath catch. “I
wouldn’t allow this, Dom, even if you begged for it. I don’t give away
what belongs to me.”
Billy's voice is
soft and clear behind him.
“Do you never
stop talking, lad?”
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Dominic
breathes hard, trying to bring Elijah’s attention back to him, but only
Sean’s return seems to keep Elijah from rising from the bed and turning
on Billy.
Sean confers
with Elijah, passing him his cigarettes
and a small box. Elijah listens, but his eyes flit constantly between
Dominic and Billy, as if judging who presents the larger danger.
And Dominic has
nearly had enough.
“Come on,”
Dominic hisses. “Whatever it is, give it to me, Elijah. You’ve had your
digs, now just shut the fuck up and do it.”
“By all fucking
means, Dom,” Elijah laughs. “It’s your birthday.”
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