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Title: The Prince (11/16)

Author: arwen1682

Pairing: Monaboyd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Billy is the prince of Scotland and is tired of everyone following him around until he decides to try America and build a new life.

Warning: AU, fluff, angst.

Beta: ditchwitchbitch

Feedback: Would love some.

Disclaimer: Total BS.

Notes: In this chapter, Billy gets a surprise and Dom finds out.

 

 

 

Dom was thrusting inside Billy; both were lost in the other’s pleasure. They were looking into each other’s eyes. This was a favorite thing of theirs because they could read each other’s feelings and then they would smile and kiss passionately.

 

Billy wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck and his legs around Dom’s waist. Dom took hold of Billy’s cock and stroke with the same rhythm as his thrusts.

 

“Oh Dom! Yes! I love it when you fuck me! Oh God yes!”

 

“You feel so tight and so wonderful! Oh baby I could have you like this forever!”

 

“And you will my love! Now fuck me faster!”

 

That was another favorite thing for both: to talk during sex. Dom’s thrusts became faster, harder and shorter. His hips were slamming Billy’s ass. His legs left Dom’s waist and left them in mid air.

 

“Yes! Oh Dommie! Oh you love me so well!”

 

“Like it baby? I could fuck you everywhere if I could!”

 

“Ngaw!”

 

Billy came wetting their bellies. Dom followed seconds later, spilling inside his lover. He collapsed on top of Billy, both breathing hard.

 

“That was intense,” panted Billy.

 

“I think it was one of our greatest hits.”

 

Both laughed breathlessly and kissed.

 

“I love living with you Dom, this has been the best year of my life.” Billy gently traced Dom’s back with his fingers.

 

“My life started the day I met you.”

 

Their after-sex would always be like this, they would do lovers talk, they would say how grateful they were for having each other’s love, of how much they have come to mean to the other. Dom started to pull out when Billy tighten his legs around Dom’s waist.

 

“Don’t go,” Billy gently said with a smile.

 

“Do you want me to stay honey?” Dom giggled.

 

“I want you to stay inside me forever,” he giggled back.

 

Their kiss was lazy and sensuous. Dom pulled out and Billy didn’t protest this time. Dom went to the bathroom to bring their usual cloth to clean them both. After that, he got in bed with Billy, moved to their usual position and fell asleep.

 

 

The Day of the Scandal

 

After a little lovemaking session, Billy left their little flat to go to the grocery store to buy some goodies for them.

 

I’ve never been this happy, I finally know what love is, how to live a normal life. No paparazzi bothering me!  I wish I could live like this for the rest of my life.

 

He paid for the groceries and when he left the store, his happiness was killed. There were dozens of photographers and reporters screaming “Prince Billy!” “Your Majesty!”

 

Fucking hell! How did they bloody find me?

 

Without saying a word, he dropped the groceries and made for run. The reporters and photographers were chasing him still screaming “Prince Billy!” “Your Majesty!”

 

Billy ran as fast as he could. We went through some bushes and lost the reporters and photographers, but not for long. He reached to the students’ apartments, ran upstairs and got inside their apartment. He locked the door.

 

He leaned against the door, breathing hard. What am I going to do? They know I’m here! What am I going to tell Dom?

 

Dom left the bathroom and found Billy.

 

“Hey love, forgot the groceries?” he laughed.

 

Billy didn’t answer; he went to the window to see if there were any photographers or reporters, he saw about five of them, and a couple going inside the building. Billy stepped back rather quickly. Dom saw the terrified look in his face.

 

“Oh my God!” he was nearly in tears.

 

“Bills, what the matter?”

 

Billy began to pace the room.

 

“Billy? You’re scaring me.”

 

“Dom, there is something that I have to tell you.”

 

“What is it?”

 

The knocking on their door and people shouting ‘Prince Billy’ ‘Your Majesty!’ interrupted their conversation.

 

“What are they saying?” asked Dom, confused.

 

“They probably have the wrong apartment!”

 

“Billy! They’re saying “Prince Billy!” What the hell is going on?”

 

Billy turned desperately to the door, groaned and sighed.

 

“I’m a prince.”

 

“You’re a what?”

 

“A prince.”

 

“What? Bullshit!”

 

“I’m in line to the throne of Scotland.”

 

“You’re the prince of Scotland?”

 

“Yes, my father is the King.”

 

“Oh my God Billy! You’ve been hiding this from me for a year?”

 

“I’m so sorry Dommie, I didn’t mean for you to find out this way! I just couldn’t tell you!”

 

“Hey now! No bloody wonder you had the money to pay for Mexico, Lake Tahoe… the McCartney tickets! You’re loaded with money!”

 

“Please Dom, please calm down, I was going to tell you soon!”

 

“Shut the fuck up Billy. That’s no excuse! You lied to me! I feel like I don’t know you! I trusted you! I gave you my life, my love and myself! Jesus Billy! We have made love at least 300 times!” He turned to the door.

 

Billy went to grab his arm, “Dom, don’t leave! Please I beg you! Stay!”

 

Dom shook off his arm, “They want you your Majesty,” Dom snarled.

 

He opened the door and waves of photographers and reporters came inside calling Billy’s name and asking millions of questions.

 

“Make way! Get out of my fucking way you fucks!” Dom shouted at several photographers.

 

Billy stood frozen in the middle of the room looking terribly sad. He closed his eyes, covered his face and began to cry while the photographers and reporters surrounded him.

 

Outside the room, a very angry Dom pushed Lloyd and Dick out his way and walked down the stairs.

 

“That’s the lover.”

 

“Monaghan?”

 

“Aye, that’s our chap,” said Lloyd.

 

“Guess he just found out that the prince is the… uh, prince.”

 

“Yes he did, I suppose he didn’t take the news very well.”

 

Outside the building, Dom’s legs guided him to the stoned table that he and Billy used everyday to study, do homework or simply talk sweet nothings. Sometimes they would sit beside each other with their jackets on their laps so that they could hold hands while doing all this.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered and began to cry.