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georgia-mason.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 25th, 2006 08:54 pm)Title: A Brutal Kind Of Love (2)
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: P.g for language and theme?
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georgia_mason
Summary : It's a downward spiral for the boys. Angst ahead. I don't think I'm capable of anything else but I'm gonna try for humour soon!
Notes: This part mentions an argument between Dom and Evie which takes place on the same night as the first chapter. I have written this but do not want to post it yet. It shall be in chapter 3, methinks as a sort of chapter prequel. This is unbeta'd so again all mistakes and so forth are mine, my own!
Feedback : Would be lovely and well recieved:)
Disclaimer : This.never.really.happened. I make no money from this, if I did, life would be sweet
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: P.g for language and theme?
Author:
georgia_masonSummary : It's a downward spiral for the boys. Angst ahead. I don't think I'm capable of anything else but I'm gonna try for humour soon!
Notes: This part mentions an argument between Dom and Evie which takes place on the same night as the first chapter. I have written this but do not want to post it yet. It shall be in chapter 3, methinks as a sort of chapter prequel. This is unbeta'd so again all mistakes and so forth are mine, my own!
Feedback : Would be lovely and well recieved:)
Disclaimer : This.never.really.happened. I make no money from this, if I did, life would be sweet
Two weeks later and Dom felt heavier than he ever had before. Every step he took made him feel as if something was bearing down on him and there was nothing to hold onto. He kept himself upright, nonetheless. He thanked god silently, that he had time off from work because he knew he would be about as much use, in this frame of mind, as a torch in a blackout. No, there was no light in him now.
Evie had pretty much stayed away from his place since their minor argument. Dom would find himself stumbling back to hers, in any event after a meal or a film. This was unusual for them because Dom's place had always been the unspoken base central in their relationship. They would end up talking about whatever felt most comfortable before fumbling around on the couch. Sweaty kisses, out of sync, Dom's hands groping impatiently. His touch was getting rougher lately and she noticed that. She didn't particularly like it but didn't say anything about it. Nor did she mention the lack of foreplay recently. She reasoned Dom had to just go through the motions of this bad phase until it passed. She put up with it. She clung to whatever he was willing to give, even afterwards when he would whisper, "I love you," before saying his hasty goodbyes.
On a Saturday night, Dom returned to his empty house, no longer quite a home and made straight for the answering machine out of habit. Three new messages. He sighed as he pressed the button and went to the fridge for his ritual beer as his mothers awkward voice dithered around the point of her call. Nothing much, she hated talking to machines. As Dom took a swig out of the bottle, Elijah kept it short and sweet. They'd see each other soon and a rather crap dirty joke. Dom scoffed and opened the fridge again, hoping this time that food would magically appear.
The Scottish lilt that consumed the air around him made him shudder so hard, the fridge door rattled in his hand. It sent a pang to his stomach and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. A flush crept up his neck and he felt stupid for blushing in an empty room.
"Dom...Dominic, if you're there, don't pick up. You're probably not there...you're never fucking there..." Billy's voice is whiskey soaked and Dom feels every muscle in his body tense. "I have some things I want you to hear. I want you to hear...how selfish you are. I want you to hear that I hate you as much as you hate me. I want you to hear how good it feels whenever I remember that punch...the feel of it, from my end. i want you to hear how that sickens me. I want you to hear and I want you to listen becau-"
Dom lunges for the machine and stops the tape abruptly, with a shaky finger. He shakes his head from side as if something had made him dizzy. He puts the palms of his hands to his eyes and sucks enough breath into his lungs to mumble, "Jesus Christ." His chest is heaving with the effort to keep from hyperventilating now and he gets himself passed it well enough to press the button and continue the tape. Billy's tape now...he thinks, for some strange reason.
"Because you've never listened to me. Or if you did, you never really heard me. I...you...from the start..." Billy's losing his train of thought now and Dom feels an odd urge to help him find his words. He feels for him. Imagines himself rubbing Billy's back soothingly saying, "It's okay, Bills. Slow down."
"When I think of the things I let you do to me...ugh..it makes me feel disgusted with myself." And that one hurts. That one cuts deep and it can only get deeper now, he wagers. He lets himself bleed for it like some sad martyr sitting on the floor beside the phone stand.He takes a pathetic swig of his beer, playing his part to perfection as Billy continues to berate Dom and himself and everything they stood for. Dom decides, if he ever needs to draw up a memory to help him cry during a scene, this will be the one he summons from now on. At least it's good material, he thinks and scoffs sadly as Billy mumbles incoherently about "dirty little touches and sneaking about like teenagers."
The line goes silent for a moment and Billy's stifled intake of breath echoes through the room before the end of his Oscar worthy monologue concludes, "But for all the world Dom, I'd bet that you'll be the end of me. This thing...you make me feel like I'm drowning in, whatever it is. Can't fucking breathe. You're a horrible, beautiful, little fucking bastard and I wish I'd never met you. Christ, I want you so badly it will kill me. You'll kill me...one day."
The tape ends there and Dom stands on shaky legs. In one swift motion he hurls the beer bottle across the room, claiming his target - a framed picture of Merry and Pippin with their hands around each others shoulders. It crashes against the frame and they both shatter and smash to the floor, violently. He yells, screams his lungs out, a deep, primal roar and decides it's time to do some more damage.
By the time Dom has finished, the room looks like the victim of a vicious burglary, everything breakable, broken, everything upturnable, upturned. Feeling satisfied and sore, he crawls over to the only thing he wants to salvage - the framed picture of Merry and Pippin lying beneath shards of broken glass.
"I wish I was dead," he mumbles as he kisses Pippin's smiling, cheerful face enhanced by meadow green eyes.
He hears the waves rushing and crashing outside and imagines it washing over him. Billy's slurred confession echoes in his ears, "I'm drowning in it, whatever it is. Can't fucking breathe." Dom understands.
Evie had pretty much stayed away from his place since their minor argument. Dom would find himself stumbling back to hers, in any event after a meal or a film. This was unusual for them because Dom's place had always been the unspoken base central in their relationship. They would end up talking about whatever felt most comfortable before fumbling around on the couch. Sweaty kisses, out of sync, Dom's hands groping impatiently. His touch was getting rougher lately and she noticed that. She didn't particularly like it but didn't say anything about it. Nor did she mention the lack of foreplay recently. She reasoned Dom had to just go through the motions of this bad phase until it passed. She put up with it. She clung to whatever he was willing to give, even afterwards when he would whisper, "I love you," before saying his hasty goodbyes.
On a Saturday night, Dom returned to his empty house, no longer quite a home and made straight for the answering machine out of habit. Three new messages. He sighed as he pressed the button and went to the fridge for his ritual beer as his mothers awkward voice dithered around the point of her call. Nothing much, she hated talking to machines. As Dom took a swig out of the bottle, Elijah kept it short and sweet. They'd see each other soon and a rather crap dirty joke. Dom scoffed and opened the fridge again, hoping this time that food would magically appear.
The Scottish lilt that consumed the air around him made him shudder so hard, the fridge door rattled in his hand. It sent a pang to his stomach and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. A flush crept up his neck and he felt stupid for blushing in an empty room.
"Dom...Dominic, if you're there, don't pick up. You're probably not there...you're never fucking there..." Billy's voice is whiskey soaked and Dom feels every muscle in his body tense. "I have some things I want you to hear. I want you to hear...how selfish you are. I want you to hear that I hate you as much as you hate me. I want you to hear how good it feels whenever I remember that punch...the feel of it, from my end. i want you to hear how that sickens me. I want you to hear and I want you to listen becau-"
Dom lunges for the machine and stops the tape abruptly, with a shaky finger. He shakes his head from side as if something had made him dizzy. He puts the palms of his hands to his eyes and sucks enough breath into his lungs to mumble, "Jesus Christ." His chest is heaving with the effort to keep from hyperventilating now and he gets himself passed it well enough to press the button and continue the tape. Billy's tape now...he thinks, for some strange reason.
"Because you've never listened to me. Or if you did, you never really heard me. I...you...from the start..." Billy's losing his train of thought now and Dom feels an odd urge to help him find his words. He feels for him. Imagines himself rubbing Billy's back soothingly saying, "It's okay, Bills. Slow down."
"When I think of the things I let you do to me...ugh..it makes me feel disgusted with myself." And that one hurts. That one cuts deep and it can only get deeper now, he wagers. He lets himself bleed for it like some sad martyr sitting on the floor beside the phone stand.He takes a pathetic swig of his beer, playing his part to perfection as Billy continues to berate Dom and himself and everything they stood for. Dom decides, if he ever needs to draw up a memory to help him cry during a scene, this will be the one he summons from now on. At least it's good material, he thinks and scoffs sadly as Billy mumbles incoherently about "dirty little touches and sneaking about like teenagers."
The line goes silent for a moment and Billy's stifled intake of breath echoes through the room before the end of his Oscar worthy monologue concludes, "But for all the world Dom, I'd bet that you'll be the end of me. This thing...you make me feel like I'm drowning in, whatever it is. Can't fucking breathe. You're a horrible, beautiful, little fucking bastard and I wish I'd never met you. Christ, I want you so badly it will kill me. You'll kill me...one day."
The tape ends there and Dom stands on shaky legs. In one swift motion he hurls the beer bottle across the room, claiming his target - a framed picture of Merry and Pippin with their hands around each others shoulders. It crashes against the frame and they both shatter and smash to the floor, violently. He yells, screams his lungs out, a deep, primal roar and decides it's time to do some more damage.
By the time Dom has finished, the room looks like the victim of a vicious burglary, everything breakable, broken, everything upturnable, upturned. Feeling satisfied and sore, he crawls over to the only thing he wants to salvage - the framed picture of Merry and Pippin lying beneath shards of broken glass.
"I wish I was dead," he mumbles as he kisses Pippin's smiling, cheerful face enhanced by meadow green eyes.
He hears the waves rushing and crashing outside and imagines it washing over him. Billy's slurred confession echoes in his ears, "I'm drowning in it, whatever it is. Can't fucking breathe." Dom understands.
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By the way, I've just noticed a mistake. Where it says "useful as a torch in a blackout" SHOULD say, "As useful as a BROKEN torch in a blackout.." Good god, that sounded stupid eh? lol!
*still loving your icon*
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OMG, this is heartbreaking *whimper*
WANT MORE! NOW!
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I cant wait for more!
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Advice please!! lol.