monaboyd | A lurker hath graduated to a writer!

Yes! I've long been a Monaboyd fan- LOTRips in general, in fact, but mainly Monaboyd, just because Billy and Dom are so meant for each other. But at any rate, after years of reading Monaboyd, I have at long last written one of my own. And so, therefore, I present to you- my fic

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Title: Loving Merry

Author: Culumacilinte

Pairing: Billy/Dom and Merry/Pippin.

Rating: Hard PG-13

Summary: Billy begins to have dreams wherein he is Pippin, who, in his dreams, is in a relationship with Merry. As the dreams progress, Billy begins to find, strangely enough, that he too seems to be developing feelings for Merry, but not Dom. A costumefic

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Billy dreamed.

He dreamed he awoke wrapped in someone’s arms, at the foot of a linden tree. A feeling of peace was upon him- a profound content, such as he had never felt before. He thought that were he to never move from this spot in this moment, he would not object. Those arms around him, warm and heavy against his chest, and someone’s soft breath rustling his hair, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves, sending green and golden light spilling across them both- it was bliss.

“Mmph.”

The sound rumbled through him as the one holding him awoke too. He giggled. A strange sound to Billy’s ears; younger than his own laugh it was, higher and lighter.

“You awake, Pip?”

Oh, Billy thought, so that was why his voice sounded strange in his own ears. It was not his own voice at all.

“A fine question for you to be asking, you great lump of a Brandybuck.” he heard himself answer, “I’ve been lying here for absolute ages waiting for you to bother to rouse yourself.”

An amused chuckle, sending vibrations through his body, “For shame. However shall I repay you?”

Billy heard the innuendo, but apparently Pippin didn’t, for he snickered and then wrenched himself free of Merry’s encircling arms and leapt away into the sunlight, crying to Merry to come and join him. And Merry did, getting up slightly more slowly than Pippin had and ran out into the field with him.

As he came into the sunlight, Billy saw him properly for the first time, and it gave him a little shock, for he looked like Dom, except it was clear that he wasn’t. This was no Dominic Monaghan dressed as Merry; this was Meriadoc Brandybuck down to his very core. His eyes glinted a clearer blue than Dom’s storm-coloured ones, the hair curling upon his feet was of a buttery gold, and there was no subtle line where the prosthetic foot ended and the actual leg began. A strange, inexplicable sort of joy filled Billy (or rather, Pippin, for of course, that’s who he was in this dream) and he grinned broadly.

“Come and get me, Merry!” Pippin mocked, watching the expression on his cousin’s face carefully. The instant he made to chase after Pippin, the younger hobbit squealed and dashed away, shoving his way through the field, sending ripe golden kernels of wheat flying this way and that as he ran heedless through them. Behind him, he heard Merry coming, and as he ran, he attempted to quiet the laughter that bubbled out of him. It was all a part of the game, of course, and would be ruined if Pippin went and gave himself away by laughing.

Behind him he heard Merry’s voice, crooning softly. “I’m going to find you, Peregrin Took.”

He said nothing, determined to keep his silence.

“I always do, you know.”

Silence.

“Come on, Pip. You know it’s useless, trying to hide from me. You never can!”

At this, Pippin sprang up indignantly crying “Oh yes I can! There was that one time- blast.”

Merry crowed with laughter from just behind him and Pippin jumped. “Oh, I know you far too well, Pickle.”

“Hmmph.” Pippin grunted, trying to be surly, “Don’t call me that.”

“You know you like it.” Pippin could practically feel him grinning evilly against his shoulder and relented at last, turning to face his cousin.

“Aye. You do know me far too well, Merry-mine.”

Merry smirked. “What can I say?”

“Nothing. So shut it.”

But when Merry made to speak again despite the instruction, Pippin silenced him forcibly by kissing him quite soundly. Merry smiled against his mouth, murmuring “And you know me too well too.” And they spent the rest of that golden afternoon quite contentedly, kissing in the middle of the wheat-field.

Billy awoke.

Huh, he thought. That was odd. Media must be getting to me- all them harping on about how the hobbits must be gay. And with that, he fell asleep again, not giving the dream a second thought.

When he woke up the next morning he had all but forgotten about the dream, and only a scrap lingered still in his sleep-fogged memory. He jumped in his car and drove over to Stone Street Studios, where he stumbled up into their trailer, where the other three were already sitting, half asleep. Elijah put in some CD which Billy was too tired to listen to, and then they sat down to await Sean Foot and the other prosthetics guys to do their feet and wigs. It went as any other morning- the lot of them laughing and chatting- drinking their coffees and Billy eating his porridge, until, after they were all in costume, the four hobbits once more, Dom turned to Billy.

And it was Merry. His dream from the night before came flooding back to Billy, and suddenly he could feel Merry’s arms around him once more and Merry’s lips on his. All those things that had seemed so perfectly natural in the dream, now… standing in front of Dominic, Billy was overwhelmed suddenly by an urge to fling himself upon Dom and just… hell, just snog him. But with a sudden strange sort of shock, Billy realised that it wasn’t Dom that he wanted to kiss, it was Merry.

But then Dom was saying something and Billy shook his head to clear it.

“Sorry Dommie, what was that?”

Dominic rolled his eyes and punched Billy lightly on the shoulder. “Come on mate- we’re filming Isengard today, we’ve gotta go.”

Billy made an apologetic face and followed Dom down the hall to the set, laughing and joking all the way, trying to forget his dream and his sudden strange desire to kiss Dom.

The dreams continued. The next night, he and Merry raided Farmer Maggot’s crops, getting several bags full of fine mushrooms, which they ate lounging up trees where no-one could find them. Several days after that, he and Merry went to visit Frodo down in Hobbiton, raiding his larder and embarrassing themselves when Sam caught them kissing in one of the many guest bedrooms.

Then there was one particularly awful dream wherein Pippin had been forced to meet with Diamond of Long Cleeve, a young lass whom his parents were considering betrothing him to. She was pretty, by all accounts- with long, curling hair of such a dark brown so as to be almost black, a fair complexion, freckles, warm brown eyes which flashed gold in the sun. She was a sweet lass, and funny, but she was not Merry. She clearly was not opposed to the idea of their marriage, and Pippin had to struggle not to shove her off as she leaned on his shoulder, flirting shamelessly. After she and her parents had left, Pippin ran down to where Merry lived and thrown himself at him, crying desperately. And Merry, wonderful Merry had held Pippin, caressed him gently, whispered that no lass could ever take him away until the flow of the younger hobbit’s tears had abated and he looked up at Merry with a watery sort of smile and told him he loved him.

Of course, spattered throughout these ordinary, everyday dreams were ones which Billy especially loved-although they admittedly made him feel like a fifteen year old boy again- wherein he would be in bed with Merry, and they would make love. Sometimes it was slow and sweet and romantic, sometimes it was nothing but a quick, hard fuck, but ohh… it was perfect. Dreams of blue eyes glinting darkly with lust, of pants and whimpers stifled with hushed giggles lest anyone hear them, of the sensation of being completely filled by Merry (although, in truth, Billy had no idea what this felt like)… Billy would wake up rock hard, occasionally sticky with his own come as he had not done for years, and he would lie back on his pillow and remember the dream, sometimes confused, but mostly just feeling utterly satiated and… in love? Was that even possible? To be in love with a fictional character; a fictional character, granted, whom he interacted with every day, but who nonetheless was nothing more than a costume and lines to be read.

However, regardless of whether it was possible or not, Billy found that the feeling only increased daily. He found himself half-dreading half-anticipating Dom’s change in the morning from Dominic Monaghan to Meriadoc Brandybuck; feeling like a teenager with a crush again. The most curious thing of all, however, was that he had no feelings for Dom whatsoever; apart from the proper ones a best mate ought to feel. But as soon as Dom became Merry, Billy would blush and stutter and have to become Pippin in turn, because Pippin at the very least knew how to interact with Merry, even if he did fancy him.

And so day by day and night by night, Billy dreamt his dreams and had to deal with the very subject of those dreams; and day by day it got harder to bear. This, naturally, was not much helped by the fact that he, Dominic, and the other cast members were extremely physical with each other; any given day was inevitably sprinkled with generous amounts of hugging, kissing, and groping. And when Dom was in costume… well, suffice to say that it was all Billy could do to restrain himself from leaping on him right then and there.

Of course, as with any sore trial, there comes a day when it simply cannot be endured any longer. For Billy, this day was almost three months since the night of that first dream; he and Dom were filming one of the Fangorn Forest scenes (for once not up in that infernal mechanical tree, Billy had noted with considerable relief). It was near lunchtime, and even though they weren’t up in the huge robotic Treebeard, they had decided to stay nonetheless. They had gotten used to staying there for the hour while Pete and the tech crew went away. Despite the sweltering heat from the lights, it was peaceful somehow and they enjoyed it; just the two hobbits alone in the great sleepy forest.

So it was this day; Dom was lounging against a particularly comfortable tree, sipping now and again from a bottle of water and lazily munching on a slightly soggy sandwich with the plastic wrap still clinging to it. Billy was sitting next to him, although he held himself slightly apart from the other man. After some time, he turned to Dom.

“Oi, Dommie?”

Dom cocked his head in Billy’s direction, swallowing the mouthful of water he had just taken. “Yeah?”

“You, ah” Billy gulped, biting back the nervousness in his words, “You want to do a bit of practising?”

At that, a quizzically arched eyebrow accompanied the tilt of Dom’s head. “How d’you mean?”

“Well, as Merry and Pippin, y’know.”

However, it soon became quite evident that Dom did not know and so, not knowing how else to reach this incredibly thick man who for some reason was his best mate, Billy threw all caution to the winds.

“Oh, fuck it!”

And Billy launched himself at Dom. Too shocked to fight back, Dom went down with Billy directly on top of him, perched so that he had a leg on each side of Dom’s hips, staring down his nose at him.

“Christ, Bill!” Dom whispered, gawking up at Billy, “What’re you doing?”

But there was no answer. Dom searched his friend’s face, now so close it was almost blurred, and noticed suddenly that it was softer somehow, younger, more impish, and decidedly- Dom thought for a moment- Tookish.

“Billy?” A little louder this time and Billy started, twitching slightly. Dom felt acutely every molecule connecting their two bodies, and this tremor sent tingles out from where Billy lay atop Dom. But then Billy sat up a little, and there was a rush of cold air where before warm Billy-scent and hobbit garb had been.

“Billy?”

Billy shook his head, a small grin quirking the corner of his mouth.

“Pippin.”

Dom’s mouth formed a little round ‘o’ of surprise and Billy-as-Pippin smiled atop him.

“Pippin.” he repeated, and then at Dom’s nod, he continued “I-I was wondering…” began Billy, that soft voice and those leaf-green eyes imploring his Merry. “I was wondering if you might kiss me, Merry”

And Dom heard himself- no, Merry- speak without having willed himself to. “Oh, my Pip… my silly, lovely Pippin.” He sat slowly up as he said this, until he and Billy were nose to nose. Billy was silent, almost wary, as Dom’s hand crept up the back of Pippin’s jumper and brushed at his neck and the bottom of his hobbit-curls.

“Merry-” Billy breathed, his eyes wide, as Dom leaned in and kissed him.

Soft and chaste it was, all the gentleness and love and need to protect that Merry had for his Pippin poured out into this one endless moment. Billy felt something flip-flop inside of him (he secretly suspected that it was Pippin jumping for joy) at the touch of those lips, and with that flip-flop, he opened his mouth to Merry’s (Dom’s) and felt hot breath and a warm tongue touch his before Dom suddenly gasped and drew back sharply with a distinctly Merryish look of wonderment and fear and hope all in one. There was a pregnant silence as the two gazed at each other.

And then Billy burst into laughter. “Oh, Merry!” he crowed joyously, “I knew you would, I just knew it!”

“You- what?” Dom’s eyes widened, his hurt clearly showing through. For while Dominic mightn’t care much if Billy tricked him into snogging him and then laughed about it, Merry most certainly did.

“Oh Merry, you silly ass, not that way! I only meant, well, I so wished you would, Mer, and you have.”

“Oh, right…” Dom coloured, but then his face split in a savage grin. “You impudent little beast! I’ll pay you for that!”

He lunged at Billy and began tickling him mercilessly. Billy shrieked with laughter and fell back, rolling away from Dom’s hands, trying in vain to protect himself.

“Oh no you don’t!” Dom cried gleefully, leaping after Billy.

“Oh no?”

And then Billy too surged towards Dom, and threw himself upon the other man, pummeling him and laughing as the two rolled over and over upon the floor, tickling and poking and laughing, sending tea leaves (Fangorn dirt) scattering everywhere, scrabbling at each other desperately, giggling and gasping and panting for breath until finally, with a muffled “whumph” and the skittering of scattered leaves, Dom landed on top of Billy, almost straddling him, hands on either side of his head. They were both still panting with laughter as their movements stilled. There was silence for a moment, as Dom cocked his head, smirking down at Billy, who lay on the ground, still shaking with suppressed giggles.

“Right.” His grin widened.

“Right what?”

“Now I’m going to pay you back for that, you rascally Took.”

Billy (Pippin) grinned up at his mate (cousin). “Are you now? Well get on with it, then. I’d wager you can’t ma-ahh!”

His words were cut off as Dominic (Merry, Billy’s mind insisted) bent suddenly down and bitten just so directly under his right ear. He grinned evilly down at Billy.

“You wager I can’t what, Pip? Pay you back? Make you squeal, perhaps?”

A finger then, trailing down Billy’s neck, a soft bite along the jawline, hands sifting through his hair (forgetting for the moment that it was a wig), hot, wet breath against his ear, a slight pressure of his hips against Billy’s until he was squirming under him.

When he finally got a breath, he gasped out “Merry, I don’t pretend to know what it is you’re trying to accomplish here.”

“Oh? I shouldn’t think it would be that difficult, even for you, Pip.”

And with that, he dove down to kiss Billy, properly this time, all ferocity and passion and murmurs of “Mmm, Pippin” against his mouth as Dominic explored it. And as Billy lay there, kissing Dom (Merry) as deeply as ever he had dreamed, he felt hands working their way down his body, undoing buttons and then, as he sighed into Dominic’s mouth, there were cool fingers slipping beneath his waistband. He arched into the touch and somewhere within him, Pippin smiled.

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Date: 2006-04-13 04:51 am (UTC)

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Ahh, costumefic! I enjoyed this quite a lot. My favorite line "...hands sifting through his hair (forgetting for the moment that it was a wig)...". Humour is always a wonderful addition.