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Officer and Gentleman: Part 8

Dominic has completely lost control.

This revelation comes as he pays for dinner, and it’s more painful than all his wounds combined.

Dominic’s not good at bargaining, least of all with people who threaten his only chance at what he doesn’t dare call peace.

He has to believe that the deal he’s made will hold, that the thief will take the information—and everything else Dominic’s given him tonight—and walk away from his hobby of hurting people Dominic ... cares for.

Dominic ducks into the take–away’s bathroom to rinse out his mouth, but the taste of the thief remains.

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Billy can hear the blood rushing in his head.

He’s nearly choking on the anger, the knowledge of what Dominic has done.

Back with dinner, the note read. Don’t worry.

Billy cannot remember retrieving the thief’s knife, but it rests now in his hands. It is beautiful, in the same jagged, electric way that Dominic is beautiful on his back for Billy.

Billy runs two fingers along the blade. A pool of heat collects in his stomach at the sudden blood, and he shivers, bringing the fingers to his mouth.

The rushing grows louder, and doesn’t stop until Dominic returns.

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“Good time had by all?” Billy muses.

“Billy, please—”

“Don’t take off your coat, Dominic. You’re not staying.”

Dominic gasps at the sight of Billy’s lips, mottled red and rusty with blood, and his eyes fall to the knife in Billy’s hand.

“Billy, what have you done?”

“Are you afraid, lad?” Billy murmurs. “Afraid of me?”

“No,” Dominic whispers, and the world changes. He’s against the wall once more, but instead of Billy’s lips and hands there is pressure of a different kind. Dominic shivers, trapped hard at knifepoint.

Billy’s eyes flash as the blade breaks Dominic’s skin.

“Your mistake.”

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“Billy, no ...” Dominic begs. “Don’t do this ...”

He cannot move, and Dominic knows that even if he survives this, tomorrow looks just as dark.

“How fucking dare you ...” Billy mocks Dominic’s early pleas. “You absolute cunt, I trusted you ...”

“I did it for you!” Dominic yells, enraged. “He’s going to fucking kill you, can’t you see that? And then he’ll kill me. Do you want that, Inspector?”

Billy moves, and Dominic reacts, throwing him to the floor. They’re caught in each other, and the net shrinks, collapses, until Billy fails.

“You reek of him,” Billy hisses, shaking, and Dominic freezes.

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Dominic releases him, and watches as Billy’s hand rises to his lips once more.

“Going to be sick ...” Billy staggers down the hall.

Dominic leans against the bathroom door, listening. Billy can’t know what Dominic’s done to purchase their temporary safety, beyond the ugly and obvious, but that’s no comfort.

Billy finds Dominic slumped in the hall, tearing at his bandages. He pulls the thief into the kitchen and gently feeds him the painkillers he desperately needs. Dominic calms under Billy’s care, and he captures Billy in a pleading kiss.

The world rights itself, if only for a little while.

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Billy is back where he began this—dizzy with lust and need.

Dominic surrenders, allowing Billy to exorcise the demon of the other thief, the killer who has taken what belongs to Billy now. Billy claims Dominic again in every possible way, and Dominic revels in his greed, begging for more, harder, faster.

When Dominic can take no more, Billy convinces him to take just a bit more medicine before he rests. Dominic smiles weakly, running a trembling hand through Billy’s hair before he sinks into sleep.

He neither hears nor feels the handcuffs settle around his wrists once more.

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Billy forces himself past the fear of what he’s becoming.

Dominic would have been safe if he’d only been a bit more careful. The lad has a conscience and a heart, but hardly any brains. Billy easily found the pages Dominic had stolen but forgotten to take to the thief.

Billy’s hand hovers over his office telephone, but he pulls it back. Dominic could not answer anyway, handcuffed to Billy’s bed until Billy returns to grant his freedom again.

The image makes Billy flush, and he’s still entranced when his superintendent appears.

“Two more, Boyd. Wake up and finish this.”

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Dominic is too weak to struggle in the shackles. He lets the tears come; they will be long dried when Billy comes home and releases him.

Which he will do.

Which he must do.

The door opens and Dominic squirms, ignoring the ache in his chest. Billy will give him the painkillers, then they will eat and talk and make love and erase yesterday and today.

Dominic is unprepared for a different visitor.

“I won’t go with you,” he whispers.

The thief smiles and unlocks the handcuffs, taking Dominic’s wrists in one calloused hand.

“You’re not being given a choice.”

Part 9

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