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light-the-sky76.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 19th, 2005 06:17 pm)Title: What beautiful music they make, 4/4
Author: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Mona and Boyd
Summary: Epilogue
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
A/N: Final part of my Billy and Dom!Werewolf AU. Beta-ed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indigo_blind. The title comes from Bram Stokers Dracula
Thank you so much to everyone who has left such lovely feedback
Part one is here
Part two is here
Part three is here
Billy woke with the feeling of a deep delicious sleep still embracing him. He took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying the warm relaxed feeling in his muscles.
Dom was still fast asleep beside him breathing softly. He was lying on his stomach with the sheets bunched around his waist; his skin was streaked with mud and grass; there was a leaf caught in his hair and a half smile on his face.
Billy wondered what he was dreaming about.
He had become used to this so quickly. Before the first time he'd changed he'd been afraid of how he would feel when he woke the day after. He'd worried that he would lose his humanity and just be left with the wolf. He'd worried that his levity and appreciation for things like music and art and the sunset would be lost to base instinct, and he'd worried that he would never be able to settle within himself when his fur was skin.
He did love being fur and instinct; being called by the moon and living by his senses and he loved being there with Dom. Dom was incredible in his wolf form – lithe and strong, moving gracefully and purposefully through the forest. He shifted in his sleep, murmuring to himself as he burrowed deeper into his pillow.
Some people thought the woods were haunted. Billy had heard the stories; the legends had grown over the last few years. Tales of restless spirits and other-worldly creatures. Teenagers dared each other to walk through the trees after nightfall and young children scared each other with stories of murderers and monsters as they sat around campfires. Billy just smiled when anyone asks him how he felt about the forest.
"It's like a second home to me," he answers truthfully.
Billy had read that wolves mate for life – apart they were strong, together they were indomitable.
"Indomitable." Billy said, running his fingers along and down the muscles of Dom's back.
"What's that?" Dom looked over at Billy with bleary eyes.
"Morning, love" Billy gave Dom a wonky grin. "I said 'indomitable'."
"Me and you?"
"Of course."
Dom sighed and flipped over onto his back. "Indomitable," he said, trying out the word.
Billy, drawn by Dom's open sprawl, rolled and crawled until he was straddling Dom with a knee on each side of his hips and leant down till his chest was touching Dom's. He braced himself with his hands beside Dom's head and moved forwards for a kiss.
The kiss was slow and languid, Dom's tongue was like velvet as it spared with Billy's. One of them moaned, or maybe it was both of them and Billy felt the mood slip from lazy to needy. Dom chanted Billy's name as he explored the familiar dips and valleys of Dom's body. And as Billy opened Dom with one finger, two, three, Dom writhed, whispering encouragement and pleas.
"So good Bills, so good, please."
When Billy entered him - sweet Jesus so good tight hot - Dom flexed and reached up to grab hold of the bed post. The position pulled his muscles taunt and Billy couldn't resist bending to lick up from the middle of Dom's chest up through the sparse hair between his nipples and along the tendon of his neck. Billy started moving, closing his eyes and letting his desire lead the rhythm of his hips. His thrusts were hard, rough even, and knowing that was just what Dom wanted as he moaned and met Billy's rhythm with one of his own just made Billy move faster.
The bed creaked beneath them, the noise joining their cries of pleasure.
It felt so perfect that Billy wanted to stay there forever, with Dom, inside Dom, joined by sweat and flesh and love. Dom groaned underneath Billy, low and deep. Then again, his pitch higher. His fingers curled into the sheet griping so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He came with his eyes closed, his back arched and Billy's name on his lips. Billy followed; fire roaring through him with such intensity that tears ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin to join the sheen on Dom's chest.
When they had both recovered enough to move they placed themselves side by side on the bed. Dom was in an especially affectionate mood placing small kisses along Billy's hairline and on his nose and eye lids. Billy basked in the attention, thinking that he wouldn’t be surprised to find himself purring.
"Do you ever regret it Bill?" Dom asked suddenly.
"No." There was no pause needed to consider his answer. Billy couldn't imagine his life without the influence of the cycle of the moon. It seemed inevitable now. "Never Dom."
Billy felt Dom's contented sigh rumble through his chest.
"The birds are singing to each other." Billy said. "Can you hear?" The bedroom was lit with sunshine and outside the dawn chorus was in full flow. "It's a new day,"
"So what shall we do with it?" Dom replied.
Author: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Mona and Boyd
Summary: Epilogue
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, lies.
A/N: Final part of my Billy and Dom!Werewolf AU. Beta-ed by
indigo_blind. The title comes from Bram Stokers Dracula Thank you so much to everyone who has left such lovely feedback
Part one is here
Part two is here
Part three is here
Billy woke with the feeling of a deep delicious sleep still embracing him. He took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying the warm relaxed feeling in his muscles.
Dom was still fast asleep beside him breathing softly. He was lying on his stomach with the sheets bunched around his waist; his skin was streaked with mud and grass; there was a leaf caught in his hair and a half smile on his face.
Billy wondered what he was dreaming about.
He had become used to this so quickly. Before the first time he'd changed he'd been afraid of how he would feel when he woke the day after. He'd worried that he would lose his humanity and just be left with the wolf. He'd worried that his levity and appreciation for things like music and art and the sunset would be lost to base instinct, and he'd worried that he would never be able to settle within himself when his fur was skin.
He did love being fur and instinct; being called by the moon and living by his senses and he loved being there with Dom. Dom was incredible in his wolf form – lithe and strong, moving gracefully and purposefully through the forest. He shifted in his sleep, murmuring to himself as he burrowed deeper into his pillow.
Some people thought the woods were haunted. Billy had heard the stories; the legends had grown over the last few years. Tales of restless spirits and other-worldly creatures. Teenagers dared each other to walk through the trees after nightfall and young children scared each other with stories of murderers and monsters as they sat around campfires. Billy just smiled when anyone asks him how he felt about the forest.
"It's like a second home to me," he answers truthfully.
Billy had read that wolves mate for life – apart they were strong, together they were indomitable.
"Indomitable." Billy said, running his fingers along and down the muscles of Dom's back.
"What's that?" Dom looked over at Billy with bleary eyes.
"Morning, love" Billy gave Dom a wonky grin. "I said 'indomitable'."
"Me and you?"
"Of course."
Dom sighed and flipped over onto his back. "Indomitable," he said, trying out the word.
Billy, drawn by Dom's open sprawl, rolled and crawled until he was straddling Dom with a knee on each side of his hips and leant down till his chest was touching Dom's. He braced himself with his hands beside Dom's head and moved forwards for a kiss.
The kiss was slow and languid, Dom's tongue was like velvet as it spared with Billy's. One of them moaned, or maybe it was both of them and Billy felt the mood slip from lazy to needy. Dom chanted Billy's name as he explored the familiar dips and valleys of Dom's body. And as Billy opened Dom with one finger, two, three, Dom writhed, whispering encouragement and pleas.
"So good Bills, so good, please."
When Billy entered him - sweet Jesus so good tight hot - Dom flexed and reached up to grab hold of the bed post. The position pulled his muscles taunt and Billy couldn't resist bending to lick up from the middle of Dom's chest up through the sparse hair between his nipples and along the tendon of his neck. Billy started moving, closing his eyes and letting his desire lead the rhythm of his hips. His thrusts were hard, rough even, and knowing that was just what Dom wanted as he moaned and met Billy's rhythm with one of his own just made Billy move faster.
The bed creaked beneath them, the noise joining their cries of pleasure.
It felt so perfect that Billy wanted to stay there forever, with Dom, inside Dom, joined by sweat and flesh and love. Dom groaned underneath Billy, low and deep. Then again, his pitch higher. His fingers curled into the sheet griping so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He came with his eyes closed, his back arched and Billy's name on his lips. Billy followed; fire roaring through him with such intensity that tears ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin to join the sheen on Dom's chest.
When they had both recovered enough to move they placed themselves side by side on the bed. Dom was in an especially affectionate mood placing small kisses along Billy's hairline and on his nose and eye lids. Billy basked in the attention, thinking that he wouldn’t be surprised to find himself purring.
"Do you ever regret it Bill?" Dom asked suddenly.
"No." There was no pause needed to consider his answer. Billy couldn't imagine his life without the influence of the cycle of the moon. It seemed inevitable now. "Never Dom."
Billy felt Dom's contented sigh rumble through his chest.
"The birds are singing to each other." Billy said. "Can you hear?" The bedroom was lit with sunshine and outside the dawn chorus was in full flow. "It's a new day,"
"So what shall we do with it?" Dom replied.
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