monaboyd | FIC: Making Memories of Us (12/28)

Title: Making Memories of Us
Authors:

sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful

surreality_fan Much ♥
Archiving:

all_sensation and

glasgowhobbit , any others please ask first
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Header Art: Our wonderful header was created by

loki_girl
Crossposted: to

monaboyd and

all_sensation
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: You get this chapter a little early becasue I'm not sure I'll be back at my computer in time to post on time, and I thought you'd all prefer early to late. Next Chapter will be posted on Monday.The song that spawned the fic: Can be found Here
Previous Chapters: Here
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Kneeling on the side of the bed after he had placed the glasses on the bedside table, he caught the edge of the sheet with his fingers and pulled it down the bed. Leaning down he pressed open mouthed kisses across Billy’s naked belly.

Billy stretched, quietly talking in his sleep, unknowingly exposing more of his body. Dom feasted hungrily on the sight before him. Billy's body was toned, with light ginger-coloured hair covering his chest. Dom looked lower, past the slightly pudgy stomach, following the darkening trail of hair to the impressive shaft which lay between Billy's legs.

Dom's mouth watered and lowering himself gently between the spread thighs, he gently kissed the tip, watching it jerk in his direction. Billy let out a soft moan, but did not wake up, much to Dom's content. Carefully placing his arm across the sleeping man's hips, Dom opened his mouth and engulfed Billy completely. His lips rested at the base of the Scot's length and he was sure that he could feel the swelling head at the back of this throat. Wasting little time, he began sucking in earnest, his cheeks hollowing and his head moving up and down as much as his neck would permit.

"Oh God!" Billy awoke with a start; the erotic dream he was having seemed to have become reality.

Dom smiled around the cock in his mouth and giving it one last suck, let it out of his mouth with a vulgar "pop." "Good morning." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he crawled up the bed to kiss Billy.

Beckoning his lover with his hands Billy murmured softly “Careful of your neck baby.” He pressed his lips to Dom’s throat, his legs wrapping around his hips, his own hips undulating gently against him. “I love you.” He whispered into Dom’s mouth.

“I love you too.” Dom tilted his head back slightly his fingers stroked at the sides of Billy’s face looking deeply into Billy’s eyes, his hips rocking into Billy’s, their erections rubbing against each other. “Can I ask you a question Billy?”

“You know you can ask me anything?” Billy frowned at the serious tone in Dom’s voice.

“Was last night the first time I’ve made love to you?” he frowned “It just seemed so new.”

"Wh-why would you think that," Billy stammered, a cold shiver running down his spine. He sat up, tucking the blanket around his naked lower body, his mouth suddenly dry. "Could it be that you just don't remember us making love?"

Dom watched Billy's face pale at his question, giving him his answer immediately. "I don't remember me ever making love to you, and that's because I know I've never made love to you."

He moved to sit in front of Billy, one hand reaching out to stroke the fine hair that was starting to grow on his cheeks. "You should have told me, Billy. I would have been gentler; I would have taken my time." He stared into mossy green eyes, his heart swelling over the fact that Billy had offered himself completely to him. A dark thought crossed his mind and he pulled Billy to his chest. "I didn't hurt you did I? I was to intent on being inside you…you're not hurt are you?"

Billy pulled himself upright both of his hands cupping Dom’s face. “You would never ever hurt me, I know that, and you know that too.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Dom whispered

“What would you have done if I had?” Billy murmured “I’ll tell you exactly, you would have stopped, and taken it slowly and I didn’t want that. And you didn’t need that. I needed you Dom. I needed exactly what you gave me. Last night was the most perfect night of my entire life. I’ve waited 6 years for last night Dom, please don’t regret it.”

"I don't regret anything," a small voice answered, "I just wanted it to be perfect for you."

"It was perfect. You were perfect." Billy punctuated each word with well-placed kisses, using his tongue to coax open Dom's mouth. He held the back of the Dom's neck, sliding down on the bed and pulling him on top, never breaking the kiss.

Dom sank down on Billy willingly, their erections trapped between their bodies. He ground his hips hard, swallowing Billy's moans of pleasure. Billy's hands scratched at his back, long fingernails leaving reddening lines along the tanned skin.

"Well, just in case: I'd like a do-over," Dom said, licking a wet trail down Billy's neck.

"A do-over?" Billy gasped when sharp teeth sunk into the nape of his neck. A soft humming noise was heard as a wet tongue soothed the broken skin.

"Yes, a do-over." Dom looked up at Billy through glazed eyes, his mouth hovering over an erect nipple. Billy watched with intense concentration as rosy lips descended upon the aureole, hissing with a mixture of pain and lust as it was captured between sharp teeth. Billy's breathing was increasing rapidly and Dom could feel his erection weeping steadily against his stomach.

"I want a chance to redeem myself; just in case last night didn't live up to your expectations," Dom explained continuing his ministrations on the other nipple."

“Baby,” Billy whimpered “This is no way on earth that last night didn’t surpass anything that I might have expected,” he punctuated his words with hot wet kisses “anticipated….Imagined….fantasized about.” He slid his hands between them to wrap around their aching erections, his fingers sliding wetly across their heated flesh. “You are everything I never knew I wanted.”

Dom pressed his forehead against Billy’s his hips thrusting avidly into Billy’s hand, the slick hot drag of his skin against and surrounded by Billy’s was driving him slowly mad.

“Six years ago Dommeh.” Billy gasped “I gave you my heart.” His slippery grip tightened as his fingers stroked faster “Last night I finally gave you my body.” He whimpered his hips thrusting up into Dom. “You’ve got all of me now baby, I’m yours, heart, body and soul, forever.” Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke.

"None of those; none of those," Dom repeated, kissing the long, wet lashes. He slid his hand between their sweaty bodies, intertwining his fingers with Billy's. Their hands gripped hard erections, stroking and pulling as if their very existences depended on their approaching orgasms.

Dom rested his forehead against Billy's, his thrusts and pulls becoming increasingly erratic. His mouth fell open as he tried to fill his lungs with air, feeling Billy's warm exhalations ghosting over his face.

Cracking an eye open, Dom looked down at the small man underneath him. A light sheen of sweat covered his body, his ginger hair sticking damply to his forehead. Although his eyes were squeezed tightly, Dom knew that beneath the lids, the pupil was dilated, making the emerald iris seem black. His small, bow-shaped lips were parted, shallow puffs of air escaping in an inconsistent manner.

Dom passed his thumb over Billy's swollen head, teasing the slit. Billy arched as much as he could off the bed, his eyes snapping open. "C...c...coming," he managed to say before his orgasm hit, jets of white splashing over their stomachs and chests.

Their orgasms almost simultaneous, Dom collapsed heavily against Billy, covering his face with tender gentle kisses, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Billy rolled them until Dom lay on his back his neck supported by his pillows, Billy nestled his head into the curve of Dom’s shoulder, his lips pressing kisses across his chest feeling Dom’s heart beating under his lips.

“You’ll never forget how much I love you will you Dommeh.” He lifted his head to look into Dom’s eyes.

“Never.” Dom vowed catching Billy’s face in his hands and kissing him wetly.

Closing his arms around Billy they lay comfortably entwined for long minutes as their bodies calmed again.

“Were we forgiven for running away last night?” Billy asked softly.

“I think so.” Dom spoke “Something weird was going on when I went outside, I’d swear I had interrupted Elijah and Viggo making out?”

Billy looked at Dom like he had grown a second head. "Viggo? And Elijah? No, you're imagining things."

Dom shrugged, running his hand over Billy's sweaty body. "I could be, but I walked into the kitchen to find Elijah sitting on the counter looking thoroughly snogged, and being your boyfriend, I know a thing about snogging."

"Oh you do, do you?" Billy asked, closing in on Dom's mouth for a long, slow kiss.

"Yup," Dom smiled, "and those two had just finished a major snog session. Swollen lips, flushed faces: all those are classic signs."

Billy stared at the ceiling, his mind working overtime. "Why would Viggo be kissing Elijah? I didn't even think Elijah was into men."

"Maybe he's into Viggo," Dom said thoughtfully. "I know it's hard to notice other men when you've got a hottie like myself around, but our King is kinda hot."

“Not nearly as hot as you are you daft bugger.” Billy kissed him soundly gently rubbing their hips together as his mouth moved down his rainbow coloured neck before he lifted his head. “How does your neck feel? We shouldn’t be doing this; you should be resting your neck.” He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “You’ve got an appointment in a couple of hours.” He whispered huskily as he opened his mouth to close it with a gentle bite on Dom’s bearded chin. “Want to save some water and share a shower with me?” His hand strayed down to tenderly caress Dom’s flaccid length, “I think I can make it worth your while?”

“Geez, I dunno," Dom said in a dramatic air, "My shower is awfully small. There's hardly enough room for one, let alone two people. We'd be all pressed against each other. I don't see why you'd want to do that, Bills."

"You don't, do you?" Billy questioned, continuing to stroke Dom's awakening erection. He looked at the clock again, and sighed, rolling off the bed and emitting groans of protest from Dom.

"I'll finish it in the shower," Billy promised as he pulled Dom off the bed. "Your appointment is in a couple of hours, and you haven't even had breakfast yet."

He walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower, the small room filling quickly with steam. Turning to grab a towel, Billy noticed the long expression on Dom's face.

"Everything's going to be okay, Dommeh," he said, kissing him lightly. "Dr. Soules said that this psychologist came highly recommended, and I can join you after a few sessions."

"I know," Dom sighed, sticking his hand in the shower to test the water temperature. "I just wonder how a stranger's going to help me get my memory back, if being around the most important people in my life hasn't yet."

“Because.” Billy spoke softly “Maybe Dr Soules was right, maybe you do need someone from outside to help you find the key.”

“I don’t need anyone from outside” Dom pouted “all I will ever need is you.”

Billy pushed him gently back into the shower and slid his hands over his smooth skin as the water began to cascade across him. Smiling sweetly into Dom face he kissed him gently then slowly slid to his knees in front of him, his lips trailing across his skin as he did. Pressing his face against Dom’s lower belly, he licked the wet skin there hungrily.

Dom blinked through the droplets of water and looked down at the angel kneeling before him. He saw Billy lick his lips and then that same pink tongue come out to swirl around the head of his cock. Closing his eyes, Dom rested his head against the cool, tiled shower wall as Billy gripped his hips pulling his pelvis closer to his face.

Billy peppered the top of Dom's shaft with kisses, and then ran his tongue up and down the impressive vein. Hearing Dom's soft moans of pleasure, he relaxed his jaw and swallowed the thick cock, not stopping until the head bumped the back of his throat.
Wasting little time, Billy sucked, making loud vulgar noises that echoed in the confined space. Dom's breathing became shallower and his knees nearly buckled when Billy began pulling at his hips, practically encouraging him to thrust deeper.

Dom restraint snapped and he pushed unabashedly into the warm cavern. Billy's only reaction was to hollow his cheeks and suck harder. The familiar tightening in his groin told Dom that he was close and he twisted his fingers through Billy's hair to warn him. Leaving Dom's hip, one hand slid down to fondle the heavy sacs before continuing to the back, one finger pressing in gently. A light brushing of his prostate and Dom came with a silent scream, filling Billy's mouth with his come.

Billy stood up shakily, one arm around Dom's waist to prevent him from sliding down the wall. He pressed his lips roughly to Dom's, opening his mouth, and letting the other man taste himself on his tongue.

Dom opened his mouth and tasted himself on his lover’s tongue. Trailing his mouth from Billy’s mouth and across his neck, he started to sink to his knees in front of Billy but Billy grabbed him gently under the arms and pulled him back upright.
Later Dommeh.” He whispered against Dom’s mouth, his erection rubbing against Dom’s hip as he kissed him urgently. “We don’t have time.”

He whimpered as Dom closed his hand around him and slid his long supple fingers along his swollen shaft.

“We’ll make time Bills.” Dom pressed his mouth to Billy’s and kissed him long and hard, his hand stroking him with increasing vigour as Billy thrust into his hand. Less than a minute after Dom had touched him Billy had thrown his arms tightly around Dom’s waist, his mouth pressed against Dom’s chest as he screamed his release into Dom’s warm flesh.

The two somehow managed to finish the shower without too much groping. Wrapping a thick towel around his waist, Billy left Dom in the bathroom struggling to put in his contacts, and padded into the bedroom.

He had just slipped on a blue t-shirt when Dom strolled in, rubbing his eyes, naked as the day he was born. Billy smiled and unknowingly licked his lips, blood beginning to pool once again in the lower half of his body.

"See something you like?" Dom asked, the weight of Billy's stare causing his body temperature to start rising. He sauntered over to the Scot, and grabbed his face, kissing him soundly.

“You know I do.” Billy kissed him back “But this will have to wait until bedtime. Dr Soules will have my hide if you aren’t at your appointment.”

“Your hide is all mine.” Dom murmured against Billy’s neck.

“Besides I want to go and find out what’s going on with our guests.” Billy frowned “I wonder what they’re up to?” he released his hold on Dom and turned him towards the bed, where he had laid out a fresh pair of jeans and a blue tee shirt the same colour as his eyes. “Do you need a hand dressing?” he asked gently but before Dom could answer he had pushed him gently backwards until he was sitting on the bed where he tenderly and carefully helped Dom into the t shirt.

“I’ll go see about your breakfast.” He murmured “You can manage your jeans can’t you?”

At Dom’s nod he kissed him softly on the top of his damp, tousled blonde head before he left the room.

Billy whistled as he floated down the hallway. The house was eerily silent, and Billy wondered if their guests had gone surfing.

The unmistakeable sound of fabric rubbing against fabric and a low moan stilled his steps. He crept to Viggo's door; hand on the handle, hesitating on whether or not to look in. Another moan, this time louder, made curiosity get the better of him, and Billy pushed in the door slightly.

His mouth dropped open at the sight on the bed. Orlando lay on his back, his arms above his head, trapped there by Elijah's hands. Elijah lay on top of Orlando, hips making slow grinding motions. Their lips were locked together in a noisy, wet kiss.

Billy moved back, closing the door slightly. He leaned against the wall, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Shaking his head, he walked back to their bedroom.

"I thought you said that you saw Elijah and Viggo making out in the kitchen," he asked Dom.

Buttoning up his jeans, Dom nodded. "Yup. Hobbit. King. Kissing in the kitchen." He ran his fingers through his hair, and grabbing a thick, black leather bracelet, went to stand in front of Billy. "Why?" he asked kissing the crease of confusion on Billy's forehead.

"I could swear that I just walked in on Elijah and Orlando making out…on Viggo's bed."

“But…” Dom stopped, “Damn are you sure it wasn’t Viggo?” he asked.

“Elijah, smaller hobbit sized fellow, Viggo ruggedly attractive large manly type, Orlando, certainly no less attractive but slighter and more of an Elven prince.” Billy pondered “Nope it was definitely a hobbit and an elf.” He answered. “Now would you like to tell me what the fuck is going on?” he pressed a kiss against Dom’s forehead “Because I’m fairly certain my head is going to spin if I get much more confused.”

“You’re confused?” Dom almost laughed “You try deciphering this shit when you have no memory of what’s come before.” He grabbed Billy by the hand and dragged him down the corridor in search of answers. The first person they encountered was their King.

“Hey king.” Dom smiled at him and folded him in a hug “Did I interrupt something between you and the ring bearer in the kitchen?”

“I believe you’ve already asked that Dominic” Viggo answered with a frown “What has brought this on?”

“Not much really but if you were I think you may find that your hobbit is making time with an elf prince.” Dom stated.

Some emotion flashed briefly in Viggo's eyes and Billy saw him clench and unclench his fists. Exhaling sharply he strode purposefully towards the guest room, pushing the door open with such force that it hit the wall. Billy and Dom followed hand-in-hand, peering into the bedroom from the doorway.

The noise startled the two men on the bed, causing Elijah to roll off the bed and land on the floor with a thud. Orlando turned his head to the side, eyes widening at the sight of Viggo.

"Shit, Vigs. I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like," Elijah scrambled up from the floor, his face flushed, apologizing profusely.

"Orlando," Viggo said in an all-to-calm voice, "Get off the bed and leave."

Orlando's face fell, and he rolled off the bed, shoulders hunched and head hanging, walking gingerly to the door, the tent in his boxers visible to all. Elijah began following him, only to be cut of by Viggo's sharp words.

"You. Stay."

Viggo didn’t turn to look as Orlando walked out “Dominic can you look after Orlando for me for a moment. Orli.” His voice softened. “Close the door on the way out.”

He waited until the door snicked into place before he spoke again.

“What are you doing?” his voice was soft, calm to those who didn’t know him, menacing to those who did.

“Nothing I swear King.” Elijah spoke, his hands folded over his rapidly deflating erection. “Orli was awake when I walked past, we were talking about things and before either of us knew it we were kissing.”

Viggo smacked him gently across the side of the head. “Orlando is not fair game for experimentation Ringbearer. You need to experiment so badly. You come back to me. Do we understand each other?”

Elijah nodded, his lip quivering.

“good.” Viggo stated then pulled him into a tight embrace “The reasons are many but will be apparent soon enough.” He murmured against Elijah’s hair, before he released him and walked out of the room.

Elijah sat down wearily on the bed. His lower lip trembled and he squeezed his eyes tightly willing the tears away. He drew in a shaky breath, not surprised to feel drops of moisture rolling down his cheek, and buried his face in the closest pillow.

His shoulders shook as he tried to silence his sobs. He breathed in, inhaling something that smelt like a mixture of Viggo and Orlando. Remembering his actions, Elijah cried even harder, confusion and embarrassment clouding his brain.

He was so deep in his sorrow that he didn't hear the bedroom door open or footsteps coming to the bed. It was only when he was gathered into strong arms and rocked gently, did he realize that someone else was in the room with him.

"Shh. We'll have none of that, now," a Scottish accent said, long fingers running through his hair.

"I messed up, Bills," Elijah's tear-filled voice admitted. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"You didn't mess up," Billy reassured him, wiping away tear streaks from his cheeks. "You'll figure it out, I promise. But now, the only thing you're doing is coming for breakfast, by order of his Majesty."

“You guys are going to drive me to drink I swear.” Elijah smiled tearily.

“How so?” Billy frowned pulling him closer.

“We all want what you two have and it’s making us do stupid things.” He let his hands cover Billy’s as they tightened on him.

“Just remember how we got to where we are now, yeah?” Billy spoke “Six years of what you’ve had for a day is insane Lij, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone least of all you.”

Both men were silent for long minutes before he turned in Billy’s embrace, looking into his green, green eyes.

“How’s Orli?”

“I dunno. Okay I guess, the King is talking to him now in our room. Dom’s in the kitchen making some breakfast for us all.” He climbed off the bed and extended his hand to Elijah “Which is where we’re going now.”

Elijah reached out and took hold of the outstretched hand letting Billy pull him off the bed and into a warm hug. He was surprised to find his hand still enclosed in Billy's as he was led out of the room and into the sunny kitchen.

"Morning Casanova," he winked at Elijah. Billy released Elijah's hand and walked over to Dom, kissing him gently on the mouth. "I see you've had a busy morning. Word to the wise: the Scot's off-limits. I wouldn't want hurt you; I know kung-fu."

"No, you don't" Elijah giggled at the exaggerated hand motions Dom was attempting.

"I know," Dom stuck out his tongue, wrapping one arm protectively around Billy's waist, "but he's still off-limits."

Elijah grinned cheekily, yet again amazed at the friendship he shared with these men and then leaned into Billy and placed a soft wet kiss on his lips, his tongue tracing Billy’s lip and brushing against his teeth as he kissed him.

Releasing Billy with a soft sigh he almost laughed at the look on Dom’s face before he walked across the room and placed a similar kiss on Dom’s lips, his hand moving up to gently play with his shaggy hair as they kissed.

As he pulled back he grinned and almost bounded to the other side of the kitchen. “What?” he laughed at their incredulous expressions. “I couldn’t leave you two out if I’m playing Casanova now could I.”

Billy’s grin widened and he moved quickly to Dom’s side, taking his face in both hands he kissed him long and tenderly, their hips unconsciously grinding against each others.

“Now that’s a good morning kiss.” Dom murmured.

“And if I catch you doing that to my Dommie…..I do know martial arts.” Billy spoke softly
Elijah raised his hands in surrender, backing slowly away from the couple. He grinned, but Billy could see nervousness in the large blue orbs. Elijah stole a glance down the hallway towards the room where Viggo was talking to Orlando.

"Relax, Lij," Billy whispered. "It'll be okay." Elijah only nodded and grabbed a stack of plates from Dom's hand, setting the table quietly.

Billy turned to the stove, pressing his chest against Dom's back. "Smells good," he said, indicating to the numerous pots and pans on the stove.

"Spanish omelettes for us, and porridge for my love," Dom answered, turning to kiss the tip of Billy's nose. "Wait, I have a surprise for you."

"I know I bought it before you came," Dom mumbled searching through the cupboards.
"Aha! 100% cane sugar. Your favourite." He held up the package proudly, a large smile on his face.

Billy stared at Dom for a moment, surprised that he had remembered how he liked his porridge. He wondered if Dom realized that he was remembering things.

"Pardon," Billy shook his head suddenly aware that Dom had been speaking to him.

"I just asked if this sugar's okay. You okay, Bills?"

"Yeah, it's great; I'm glad that you remembered."

Dom stood watching Billy silently as Billy’s words filtered into his mind. “I did didn’t I?” he spoke his voice awe filled, he leaned back against the counter, his eyes closed, his fingers gripping the edge of the countertop in a white knuckled grip.

Billy watched, his skin pale, the smile that he had worn all morning faded as his forehead furrowed in a deep frown. His mind was awhirl, his green eyes watched Dom closely sure that this was the moment that he was going to lose his lover and his best friend forever.

Elijah’s gaze flicked from one to the other, not sure exactly who was going to need a friend first. Billy looked as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest, and Dom well Dom looked as if he was clinging to the cabinet he leaned weakly against for dear life. Debating for a millisecond he turned to leave the room and get Viggo, but ran smack into their King’s chest.

Billy stepped closer to Dom, close enough to reach out one trembling hand to touch his chest gently. “Dommeh, what’s wrong, are you okay?” he took one more step, his other hand lifting to cup Dom’s cheek “Have you remembered?” he whispered.

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