Fic: "Rules and Exceptions"

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Title: "Rules" and "Expectations", two interlaced short series
Rating: Very Very Naughty. NC-17 at the least.
Warnings: Sex, language, bondage, S/D... kink.
Disclaimer: I highly doubt any of us are this lucky. So, this didn't happen and nobody is paying me to say that it did.
Thanks to: katze_boston for the beta, who luckily didn't drop off the edge of the world after all! ;) But if the dashes are still wrong, it's my fault.

And now...

Exceptions I

Dom was what he liked to think of as open-minded; he didn't consider himself gay or straight or
bisexual or asexual or any of a growing number of what he figured were restrictive labels. What
he had mostly been, until recently, was probably best summed up as 'indiscriminate.' But. He was
trying to be a professional, which meant following the Eleventh Commandment: Thou Shalt Not
Shag Thy Co-Stars.

Which was really too bad, because pretty much everyone on set exuded some kind of sexual vibe.
In fact, most of them oozed sex on a level so fundamental it went almost unnoticed except for
those faint, wordless impulses with varying degrees of ignorability.

There was Orlando, to start with. Orlando's flirtatious mannerisms and lithe frame and
ridiculously friendly nature- okay, pretty much everything about him fairly demanded to be lusted
after. It was actually pretty funny; Dom was nearly sure it was entirely unintentional on Orli's
part. Dom himself was mostly deaf to Orlando's siren call; he was hot - absurdly so - but he didn't
have It. Not for Dom, anyway.

Of course the others had their own brand of appeal. The charming thing about Elijah was that his
innocent exterior masked a truly filthy mind, and if there was one thing Dom appreciated it was a
filthy mind. His nature wasn't as inherently sexual as Orli's. Bright eyes and smile and cheerful
insults, though, and despite the potty mouth he did have very (absurdly) kissable lips. Dom had
given in to that particular impulse once or twice when they both were well into their cups, but
kissing Lij was just a fun distraction, mainly useful for attention whoring, which was Dom's
specialty.

Liv was another story entirely. She walked around the set confident of the fact that essentially
every man she passed (and some of the women) would dearly love to take her to bed with them.
She was nice about it, though, left it unsaid and didn't tease too badly. Dom had had a little crush
on her for a while; it was impossible not to like Liv; she was so sweet and funny and irreverently
beautiful. If Orli oozed sex then Liv projected it, but like with Orli, after a few days Dom found
himself immune.

So being a "professional" didn't take too much effort, a fact for which Dom was grateful. He had
the feeling it was high time he got over his philandering, anyway; he was trying to convince
himself he was far too old for that crap. For a number of weeks he was content just to watch the
influences of the overlapping sexual forces play themselves out on the others, with only his right
hand for company.

Then one ordinary day at the pub, Dom returned from the bar to find Billy dancing with Lij, as
per usual -- Lij refused to let anyone else sit still for longer than five minutes because he himself
couldn't manage it -- only unlike every other night they'd gone dancing, that night it seemed that
Billy must have borrowed Orlando's sex vibe.

And unlike with Orlando, Dom wasn't feeling anything like immune.

Dom watched for a few calculated seconds, carefully slid into their booth near the dance floor.
Something about Bill tonight -- maybe it was the way he moved or the way he drank or maybe it
was as simple as the way his jeans hung on his hips -- made Dom's mouth water and his knees
ache.

He wanted Billy's cock in his mouth. As soon as an opportunity presented itself. Now, if at all
possible.

Pushing that thought aside, Dom took another sip of beer, still watching, curious as to what was
provoking the intense reaction in him. With Liv it was her figure, the way she walked, the way
she spoke; kindness, quiet confidence and grace. Viggo did it (accidentally, Dom was sure) with
stormy bedroom eyes, by murmuring poetry softly in that quiet rasp, by watching you until the
hair on the back of your neck stood on end. Orlando joked and touched and flirted, and on top of
that fact he was simply fucking beautiful.

With Bill, Dom wasn't -- couldn't be -- a hundred percent sure. It was the same quiet grace as Liv,
yes, but also the laughing eyes and the sharp sense of humour and the endearing Scottish brogue.
Maybe. Or maybe it was the way he was dancing with Elijah and the way those jeans fit. Or
maybe, and it gave Dom a little thrill just thinking about it, maybe it was the way it was so very,
very obvious all of the time that Billy knew exactly what he wanted that made Dom's knees ache
to hit the floor.

Then he realized that he was fucked, because it was not only all of those things, but also
everything else about him provoking this response. And that it wasn't just his knees that were
aching anymore.

'So much for professional,' Dom thought. He definitely needed another drink.

*

Rules I

The little quirks, habits, fetishes and inconsistencies that piled up between them in those first few
months were innumerable and fascinating. Billy was becoming a connoisseur of sorts,
cataloguing tendencies of his castmates, rating them from 'curious' to 'amusing' to 'disgusting' and
back again.

Take Viggo for example. Viggo had an art fetish or something. He was always writing or
painting or taking photographs. He also had the somewhat dull habit of navel-gazing, although
this could at times be fun because it was easy to sneak up on him. Some Ranger, Billy thought
with a smile. Couldn't even detect a couple of not-terribly-sneaky hobbits about to ambush him.
Although, to be fair, he never jumped when he was surprised.

Orlando, on the other hand, had a nervous twitch of some kind: he fidgeted all the time. While
this was occasionally frustrating on account of the fact that excessive fidgeting with a script
rendered it almost illegible, it was fun to pretend it indicated sexual frustration, especially at
those times when Orli was directing all of his considerable charm at one or another semi-oblivious cast member.

Elijah's habits were possibly the oddest and certainly the most repulsive, abeit endearingly so.
The reckless adoption of what Billy considered proper English words that he didn't entirely
understand was amusing, of course. He also chewed his fingernails, which was vaguely
disgusting. And the constant motion. Billy wondered if he and Orlando fed off of each other's
energy, or something, because neither ever stopped moving for longer than ten seconds at a time
unless they were sleeping or on camera.

And of course there was Dom, whose quirks were all over the place. He wrote on his hands- how
he managed the neat print on the back of his right hand was one mystery Billy had yet to solve,
and Dom adamantly refused to tell him. And he was always writing in his journal, as well, which
Billy, Orli and Lij ribbed him about constantly. And there was the strange, insectile-and-decidedly-not-cuddly pet thing. But that wasn't all.

Dom had an oral fixation. Billy was 99.8% sure of it. He was constantly chewing things -- pens,
pencils, knuckles, his lip - not tp mentiion cracking sunflower seeds, and, most interestingly,
sucking on lollies.

Unfortunately for Billy, he was fixated on that.

*

Exceptions II

Despite the fact that he was practically overexposed to Billy every day, Dom managed to rein in
his impulses to the degree to which he did not shove Billy against the side of the trailer and push
his trousers down to his ankles. He also managed to mostly resist the even more powerful
impulse to imagine the opposite. However, the impulses had retaliated by sneaking in 'innocent'
touches whenever possible. There had been an excess of spontaneous hugs for the past two
weeks, for example. And just today, Billy jumped Dom for using the word 'skirt' to refer to a kilt
(which Dom had done specifically because he had known it would set Billy off). After the
ensuing tussle, which ultimately resulted in Dom pinning Billy under Merry's fat suit, he didn't
exactly hurry to get up.

For the most part, Billy didn't seem to mind. And no one had said anything about the shift in
Dom's behaviour, so he figured he was safe. So far he had even avoided wanking with Billy in
mind, although as an unfortunate but unavoidable side effect he was now having extremely vivid
dreams.

But today, after the Dom And Billy Tackling Incident, the last of his resolve had finally
crumbled, and Dom knew it. He'd managed to control himself on set, but he'd been hard again
just as soon as he'd reached his car.

Hands shaking, Dom hung his keys on the peg by the door, tossed his jacket at the nearest
available surface, and practically sprinted to his bedroom.

He could still feel Billy's body against his as he scrambled out of his trousers, still see Billy's
grinning face just inches from his own when he laid on the bed and closed his eyes.

Dom didn't want to do this. He knew it would change everything, even if Billy didn't know, had
no way of finding out. Knew he wouldn't be able to look at Bill again without a flash of arousal,
however brief. At this point there was nothing he could do unless he wanted to suffer from blue
balls for the rest of his life.

Or lose his best friend.

His eyes fell closed the second his hand came into contact with his cock. A sound that was part
defeated sigh and part moan of relief escaped him. God, he needed this, needed the release, had
needed it for weeks. Ever since that night in the club, his dreams had been haunted. The first
night there had only been green eyes and a thick accent and a faint pressure, but now - God, Dom
had woken twice last week with come on his stomach and the phantom taste of Billy's dick in his
mouth.

It just got worse from there: Dom had spent the last three nights begging Billy to fuck him, then
to fuck him harder ohfuckyes, only to wake up soaked in sweat and realize it was all a dream.
Recalling the dreams only made him that much more desperate, made him want it even more.

Dom worked himself faster, bit his lip.

If this were a dream Billy would be here, in the chair in the corner, watching. Trousers discarded,
touching himself as Dom put on a show for him.

'Slut,' he'd growl, and Dom's cock ached at the thought. 'You're so hard for me and I haven't even
touched you yet.' He'd spread his legs a little, so in control as he ran his hand slowly over
himself.

Dom whimpered, ghosted his left hand over a nipple before pinching it tightly.

'I know you want to touch me, Dominic,' Dom imagined, groaning, licking his lips. 'I bet you
want me to fuck that pretty mouth. Don't you.'

"God, yes," Dom gasped, arching off the bed and pumping into his fist in earnest. "Yes, Billy, let
me, let me suck you--"

'Come over here,' Billy would order, and Dom would be on his knees in front of him so fast
they'd both be dizzy. 'Do you want this?' he would ask, still teasing his own cock.

Dom's mouth watered. He would be - was -- so desperate for it- "God, yes, please--"

And Billy would say, 'Suck me, then,' and oh, Dom would, would take him so deep, and Billy
would spread his legs further, thread his fingers in Dom's hair. Billy's mouth would fall open and
he'd make needy little demands and he would try to thrust upwards into Dom's mouth and Dom
would hold him down, tease him, lick just around the head, gently cup his balls--

He was getting close now, leaking fluid over his hand, breathing harder with every stroke.

When Billy couldn't take any more of the teasing he'd curl his fingers tight in Dom's hair and
force his mouth down on his cock again, and Bill would growl, 'Fuck, Dom, yes' and come in his
mouth, salty and bitter and hot and perfect.

Then he'd pull Dom up and onto his lap and reach for his dick, and Dom would buck and beg and
moan and fuck Billy's hand until Billy wrenched his jaw around and forced their mouths
together--

Dom came furiously, without a sound, mouth open as his come spilled over his hand and
stomach.

Fuck, he thought as he relaxed back into his pillows again. I'm in so much fucking trouble.

*

Rules II

The first time Billy told Dom to suck his dick it was honestly only in jest. They were watching G.
I. Jane and he had merely spoken the line along with the sound from the television; he'd always
found it vaguely amusing.

The way Dom had slouched a little on the sofa, and the way his hands had instinctively reached
for their opposite elbows behind his back-- that was anything but funny. He'd caught himself, of
course, before he could do anything too obvious, but it didn't matter. That reaction, that plainly
submissive gesture, however brief, had Billy instantly hard in his jeans, an instinctive reaction of
his own.

Dom didn't just have a powerful oral fixation, Billy realized with a start. He had a kinky
submissive streak a mile wide.

It explained a lot. The leather fetish, for one thing, not that Billy was complaining about that. It
also explained Dom's almost compulsive need to test people's limits, to define the rules of the
game by pushing until he couldn't get away with it.

Power sub, Billy thought to himself, and his cock throbbed in approval. Yeah, he could work
with that. He considered repeating his command, just to see what Dom would do, but decided
neither of them was ready quite yet.

For obvious reasons, Billy hadn't brought any of his toys to New Zealand. He'd been pretty sure
that he wasn't going to find the time or the need for them.

Need, well, need was relative, Billy decided. But for the first time, at least, Dom would need to
be restrained, because he'd be fighting every step of the way and they'd both be loving it.

And Billy was more than willing to make the time. Which meant, in turn, that he should really do
some shopping.

*

Exceptions III

When Billy came to pick him up to take him to the pub, where the rest of the Fellowship was
waiting, Dominic wasn't quite yet ready. He wasn't exactly sure what had made him decide that
this was a special occasion. In part, he felt that it was time to up the shock factor on Lij and Sean,
who undoubtedly would be staring in abject fascination at the eyeliner and black nailpolish but
too completely, prudishly American to ask about it. Another side of him was just more
comfortable with the leather cuffs and low-slung jeans, like they were a part of his own skin.

And then, Dom thought, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he went to answer the door, there was
his true motivation.

Standing in his doorway, Billy looked him over slowly, beginning with his still-bare feet,
panning up Dom's body with narrowed green eyes. Dom thought he had seen something in those
eyes weeks ago but hadn't had a chance to find out until now, and yes-- he hadn't been wrong.
Showing Billy the collar was like flipping a switch from zero to fucking dangerous; there was a
definite flint feel to that gaze, as if Billy was considering how best to get him on his knees. A
little push would probably do it, Dom thought dazedly.

Billy was staring at Dom's neck. On what remained of his conscious level of brain function Dom
felt a little smug about it, but mostly what he felt was hard, aching for touch, direction, anything.
What the nailpolish and the eyeliner and the cuffs might have said about him, the collar around
his neck said louder. Take me home and fuck me raw.

After a few seconds, the steely gaze met Dom's own, not even bothering to look twice at the
eyeliner. "What the fuck do you think you're wearing?" It didn't sound like a question. Dom's
body hummed in approval of this reaction. "Slut. Hoping to get picked up, are you?" The hard,
critical gaze was on him again, merciless. Dom fucking loved it. "I'm not taking you anywhere
like that. Go put some fucking real clothes on."

The command must have bypassed the higher brain function completely, because Dom's response
was all lower-brain. "Make me."

And yeah, god, Billy recognized an invitation when he heard one, all right. Those flashing eyes
were on his collar again, and then there were hands there, too, hot on his neck, and a little snick
of metal on metal. It was all Dom could do not to drop to his knees right there. "Be over at ten,"
Billy told him. "Don't be late." He eyed the obvious bulge in Dom's jeans contemptuously. "And
don't you fucking dare touch yourself before then." The door swung shut behind him.

Dom looked at the clock -- eight forty-two -- then in the mirror, eyes dark with want. Dangling
from the ring on his collar was Billy's spare house key.

*

Rules III

Billy made sure the house was clean and dark before Dom arrived; he wanted him off-balance,
but not stumbling. The possibility that Dom might not show up did not occur to him. Billy was
fluent at reading Dom's expressions and the ones he'd been broadcasting just over an hour ago
had read oh holy fuck yes Billy please fuck me now. Dom wanted.

Billy was more than willing to indulge him.

When the door opened at two minutes after ten, he was sitting in his armchair in the dark, sipping
at a glass of single malt. "You're late," he said, and Dom's silhouette froze against the streetlight.
Probably late on purpose, Billy thought, already testing boundaries. The thought was almost
enough to make him want to smile. "Close the door and lock it and come into the living room."

Dom complied, slowly. Testing, Billy thought again, this was all Dom wanting to know exactly
what he could and could not get away with. Well, he'd find out.

Billy stubbed out the cigarette he'd been smoking. "I had to start without you," he said neutrally,
reaching over and flicking the table lamp on the lowest setting. There was just enough light that
Dom would be able to see the bulge in Billy's jeans, the one his left hand was rubbing over. Billy
took another sip of scotch, pointedly ignoring Dom's sharp intake of breath. "Kneel."

Only when he was settled, charcoal eyes fixed defiantly on Billy's, refusing to be entirely
submissive, did Billy set his glass down again and stand. He circled Dominic once, slowly,
stopping when his pelvis was eight or so inches from Dom's nose, then circled again. "These are
the rules. In this room you don't speak." He waited for Dom to nod. "In the bedroom you can
make as much noise as you like. In fact, the louder the better, unless I feel like gagging you. You
will touch me when I tell you, you will touch me how I tell you, and you will come when I tell
you. In return, I will give you what no one else can give you. Do you understand, Dominic?"

Another nod. Billy could see exactly how this little speech was affecting Dom, kneeling on the
floor. His cock was straining at his fly so hard there was probably a mirror image of the zipper
seared into the flesh.

"Good. If there is anything you don't like, or if you want a safeword, tell me now. Otherwise,
we'll get started."

Predictably, Dom remained silent. Billy let a hard smile settle over his features. "Fine. Take off
your shirt."

Dom complied without a fuss, pulling the thin cotton shirt over his shoulders and laying it on the
ground beside him. Billy watched Dom's eyes dilate as Billy unfastened his own jeans, took his
cock out. "Hands behind your back, Dominic," he instructed. "I think you know how. You're
going to suck my dick."

It was obscene, Billy thought, the way the muscles in Dom's chest and arms pulled when he
grasped his elbows behind him like that. Fucking pretty in a way few men could pull off. It made
him want to lick a line from Dom's navel to his pectorals, finish it off with a sharp bite where his
shoulder met his neck. Made him want to twist his nipples until they were purple, leave little
fingertip-shaped bruises on Dom's biceps from holding him down while he tongue-fucked his
belly-button.

There would be time for that later. "Mind your teeth," he commanded, guiding his cock between
Dom's lips. Dom just gave him what he could of a cheeky grin, and yeah, Billy was going to have
to watch this one, because Dom would run with whatever leeway you gave him.

Billy was very much looking forward to it, he thought, moaning a little appreciatively at the way
Dom felt around him. Dom's mouth felt every bit as dirty as it sounded, when he was allowed to
talk. Hot and wet and full of beautiful suction and Billy would have to be careful not to take too
much. "Done this before, yeah?" Billy said, voice neutral, even a little cold, as he pumped so
slightly into Dom's mouth. Dom answered with a low sound that went straight up Billy's cock
and took up permanent residence in his balls. For a minute Billy thought about punishing him,
but then he'd forbidden speaking, not moaning, so he let it pass.

When Dom let go of his elbows to pull Billy's pelvis flush against his face, however, something
had to be done. Billy took a step back out of reach, careful not to let his need for gratification get
in the way, and Dom teetered for a moment before regaining his equilibrium. "What did I tell you
about your hands?"

Licking his lips, Dom's eyes never once left Billy's cock. Billy narrowed his gaze and stepped
back again, ignoring the mewl of protest that escaped Dom's hungry mouth. "Don't fucking do
that again. Put your hands the way they were."

A flush spread itself over Dom's cheeks and ears and down his neck, staining him red almost as
far as his pectorals. Billy made no move to approach him again. "Are you going to behave
yourself?" When Dom didn't comply or answer right away, Billy added, "Well?"

Dark eyes held Billy's gaze for another count of three before Dom bowed his head again and put
his arms behind his back.

"Good choice," Billy growled, thrusting back into his mouth sharply, forcing himself past Dom's
gag reflex. Dom's breath didn't even catch. "Is this what you hoped would happen, Dommie?
That someone would see that fucking collar and take you up on the offer?" He felt the shudder
that rippled through Dom's body in his cock and his hands, threaded into Dom's bristly hair.
Thought so, Billy smirked to himself. "Did you hope it would be me? I see the way you look at
me, Dominic. I make you hungry."

Another deep moan around his cock, and Billy looked down past Dom's mouth. Dom had
forgotten about his hands again, only this time it was himself he was touching, squeezing through
the material of his jeans.

Withdrawing sharply, Billy tucked himself back into his trousers. "Did I say you could touch
yourself?"

The previous flush didn't even compare to this one. Dom was painted red halfway to his navel,
nipples taut, eyes huge and downcast, face set. Got you, Billy thought with grim satisfaction.

"Don't fucking move, or this is over, do you understand?"

Dom was completely still for three full seconds, then he looked upwards slightly and nodded.

Billy had known from the very beginning that there would be a direct relationship between the
amount of time Dom spent misbehaving and the amount of fun Billy would get to have. He
retrieved a set of cuffs and a spreader bar from a bag in the corner with a flash of black desire
that was difficult to hide.

"Give me your hands."

*

Exceptions IV

Dom had played the game before; knew the drill. It wasn't that he couldn't follow the rules, or
even that he didn't want to. Disobeying had always given him a little thrill (okay, a big thrill), and
he had a compulsive need to know exactly how much he could get away with in any given
situation. Most of the time in situations like this, though, he restrained himself to obeying with a
certain amount of attitude.

However, he hadn't been able to shake the feeling that Billy wanted him to misbehave. Billy
wanted him to squirm and fidget, because Billy wanted a reason to punish him. And that made
Dom's body so hard and his mind so hazy with lust that misbehaving wasn't so difficult anymore.

"Give me your hands."

Involuntarily, Dom shivered, was complying before he even really understood what was being
asked. Behind his back, something cool clasped around his left wrist, arm wrenched in a
particularly unforgiving position. Then the right one, still cool, forcing his arms away and
what...? He couldn't move his arms properly....

Spreader bar, he thought as his cock gave an appreciative jerk. There'd be only one way to keep
any kind of balance this way and he knew it and he knew Billy knew it, and that was why, and
now Dom had no real choice but to twist his arms and take hold of his elbows. Not if he wanted
to be able to actually fucking use his arms in the next week.

"Stand up," Billy commanded, making no move to help him. Dom rose unsteadily, aware he was
in very real danger of falling, and then Billy grasped his elbow roughly. "We're going to the
bedroom, Dominic," he informed him, voice lower and raspier even than it had been when Dom
had first arrived. "Do you know why?"

Dom shook his head, glad that Billy was leading him, because he'd just gone blind with want.

Billy pushed his body up against Dom's back, trapping his arms between them, and fuck it hurt
but it was just right, Dom needed it, and Billy put his mouth on Dom's neck and whispered,
"Because I want to hear you, Dominic. I'm going to make you moan and beg and before I let you
come I want to hear you screaming my name."

As if he could possibly help himself. Dom had been aching to break the no-speaking rule the
entire time they'd been in the living room, mostly with variations on the phrase Billy yes oh god
fuck me fuck my mouth I want it, I need it, give it to me, give me your cock. Now that they were in
the bedroom Dom's brain had been oxygen-deprived for so long that the only thing he could think
of to say was, "Oh god yes, Billy please."

He felt the faint curve of Billy's lips against his ear before his teeth sank firmly into the lobe.
"Fuck!"

"Patience," Billy growled, stepping away from him again. "Stay there."

That wasn't a problem, since Dom didn't really feel he had the confidence to move. Ever since
Billy had shown up at his house this was all he'd been able to think about, and his brain was
currently overloading on the possibilities. Billy's commands had just the right mixture of four
parts unflinching, unfeeling militance to one part angry desire and every new instruction hit Dom
like a bolt of lightning to the groin. He had the sudden suspicion that Billy knew exactly what his
voice did to him, and that that had everything to do with why Billy hadn't touched him, and why
he had forbidden Dom from doing the same. (Because Billy would like to watch that, like to
watch as Dom touched himself, and Dom knew it, knew he would be using it to his advantage
later.)

"Hold still."

Dom was pretty sure that Billy intended to talk him into coming without ever once laying a hand
on his cock, because that was what would happen if he kept speaking in that voice, straight into
Dom's ear. The idea carried a flash of burning shame and a shockwave of desire that only made
his jeans seem even tighter.

His mental fantasy dissolved when he felt a length of rope pass around his arms. Confused, he
tilted his head upwards and just fucking groaned. He'd forgotten about the rafters- the big, solid
wooden beams that supported Billy's ceiling. He'd never quite thought about them like this
before, and he certainly hadn't expected to be secured, however loosely, to a rope dangling from
one. Clearly (fucking happily, Dom corrected himself), he had underestimated Billy's capacity for
kink. He hoped, rather fervently, that it was a mistake he would make again.

When Billy's fingers trailed oh so lightly from the base of his collar to the space just above his
crossed arms Dom bucked helplessly, rolled his hips, yes, god, more, please-- and Billy fucking
laughed, that bastard, a deep chuckle against Dom's neck. "Patience," he repeated, and Dom's
whole body throbbed with the pulsebeat of Billy's voice in his ear. For a sweet, merciful moment,
Billy's hand dropped to the front of Dom's jeans and cupped his erection, fucking squeezed, so
hard that it hurt, and all of Dom's breath left his body in a flood of words--

"Oh yes please Billy, god, more, whatever you want, I'll be good for you I promise, Billy, Billy
touch me, touch my dick--"

But Billy was already moving away, thumbing open the button on Dom's fly and drawing down
the zipper and pushing the jeans down Dom's hips, all with the lightest possible touch, and Dom
had to bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from pushing then, to keep from
arching and getting as much physical contact as he could.

"I'm not going to touch you," Billy told him, and Dom's mind exploded in two directions, one
half screaming no no, touch me, fucking bastard, fuck you fuck you and the other half
whimpering in the helpless decadence of being completely at Billy's mercy. "Not the way you
want me to," Billy continued, and then the skin on Dom's naked back prickled with a sudden
chill as Billy walked away.

"What are you going to do to me?" Dom was startled to find himself asking. His voice sounded
different, like it had been out of use for weeks instead of only a few minutes.

"Nothing you won't like," Billy answered smoothly, and Dom craned his neck to see over his
shoulder. He had something in his hand, small. "Turn around."

Dom damn near gave himself whiplash in his urgency to comply. "Now spread your legs."

And suddenly everything made sense. Unable to hold in a desperate whine as he planted his feet
shoulder-width apart, Dom let his eyelids flutter closed and tried to remember to breathe.

"If you don't want me to blindfold you you'd better fucking keep those eyes open, Dominic,"
Billy growled, in front of him now. Helpless to obey, Dom's eyes opened, locked on Billy's, just
as something cool slid jesusfuckyes between the cheeks of his arse and somewhere, Dom didn't
really know where because he was too busy concentrating on not coming right now, Billy said, "I
want to see it, want to see it take you over and you'd better fucking give it to me, Dominic. You'd
better give me everything, or I will give you nothing, do you understand?"

"Yes," Dom groaned, and it was like someone else had said it, and someone might have for all he
could tell, except even he thought that Billy inviting a third party on their first sexual adventure
was a little unlikely. Having his eyes open didn't change much anyway, since Billy was so
slowly-- yes give it to me yes fuck-- pressing his finger past the tight ring of muscle, and all Dom
could see was white. "Yes, yes, oh god Billy please harder more."

Despite his frantic plea, Dominic didn't actually expect Billy to comply so easily, so it shocked
him when Billy gave him another finger, roughly, curling against his prostate so hard that Dom
choked a little on his next breath. "Fuck fuck, fuck me, Billy, I know you want me I'm ready, fuck
me."

The word curled over Billy's tongue and around Dom's ear before he was even done speaking.
"No."

Dom's brain split again, you fucker you fucker you cocksucking son of a bitch, do it, and oh god
he wants to watch, he's going to watch, fuck, and then something that was emphatically not
Billy's finger was pressed just firmly enough inside of him and the whole world went startlingly
gray for a minute. "Oh, oh fuck."

Swaying slightly, Dom barely had time to register Billy's steadying hand on his shoulder before
he had backed away into a chair in one corner of the room. "Billy- what-"

And then he felt it, just slight, gentle, but unmistakable, spreading low in his belly and migrating
straight to his balls. "Oh Billy you bastard."

"I'm not going to touch you," Billy repeated in a voice like the rasp of silk on oversensitive flesh.
"I'm not going to touch you until you're coming, Dominic, and that won't be until it's the only
thing you can think about and you think you're going to die from wanting it." He sat back in the
chair and Dom knew, knew he was aware of how Dom was watching him, of how his whole body
was strung taut just begging, fucking begging for the slightest touch, but Billy relaxed,
unbuttoned his own jeans, and sipped at another glass of scotch. "You can come like this, can't
you?" Almost, but not quite, a sneer; more an appraisal, hot gaze lingering on his cock. "Nothing
but the sweet vibrations and the sound of my voice telling you everything you'd never admit you
wanted to hear?"

Dom's erection jerked in fierce agreement and he felt his mouth drop open a little, helplessly.
Inside of him the plug gave an insistent buzz that had his knees sagging and his eyes drooping; it
was a drug, all of it, adrenaline and testosterone and he was so high he knew he'd die when Billy
let him crash. "Yes," he whispered again, no longer sure if he was answering a question or just
reminding himself that he could speak.

"You've been wanting this, Dominic. Wanting me. How long?"

Dom pumped his hips recklessly as the pleasure spiked, vibrations pulsing too hard too fast and
then subsiding before he could miss them. "Uh- uh- god, Billy, ages, forever-" - Another spike,
and Dom gasped, arched his back this time, but there was no friction to be had. "In the club, you
were in the club, with Elijah, dancing, it was, oh god." He bit his lip hard, trying to force his eyes
to remain open.

"You liked the way I was grinding him," Billy's voice scorched into his ears, setting fire to his
body. Dom could feel the flush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. "You liked the way I
was grinding against his pretty body and the way he was taking it like a good boy, and you liked
the way I watched you while I did it."

Oh fuck oh fuckfuckfuck. Dom groaned and arched again, tears beginning to sting his eyes. "Billy,
oh Billy please, I need it, I need you to touch me--"

"Tell me what you wanted to do that night, Dominic. Did you wish it was your body I was
rubbing on the dance floor? Your body under my hands, hot and demanding and hard? Did you
want me to take you to the loo, take your body there where anyone could see?"

Yesyesyesnoyes fuck. "Uhh," Dom managed, and he was burning, mind, body and soul; Billy was
consuming him; his eyes fell closed--

The pleasure stopped. "Open your eyes and answer the question, Dominic." The cold voice had
returned, and when Dom complied with the first order, whimpering, he very nearly came anyway,
watching Billy watch him.

"I wanted to suck you," he gasped out, and the humiliation of the admission pulsed hot in his
dick. "I wanted to suck you so bad it hurt my jaw, Bill, just looking at you, my mouth watered
and my knees ached, I wanted your cock in my mouth so bad I could taste it. I told myself you
were off limits, you were all off limits, can't fuck a co-star, but I couldn't help myself, Billy, I
needed it, I need it."

"And yet you couldn't behave." The vibration was back, again on the lowest setting. "Why is
that, Dominic? Why did you push me? Did you want to see what I would do, if I would hit you?"
And the silky rasp was back, too, stroking the inflamed flesh of Dom's skin. "Is that what you
wanted?"

Dom groaned and twisted his arms, needing needing fuck a whisper of contact on his cock but
unable to provide it. "I want what you want," he snarled, and fuck if he wasn't breaking, "you
fucking wanted a reason, Billy, don't deny it. You wanted me to misbehave and I fucking gave
you what you wanted, I touched you and I touched myself and you fucking loved it, you loved
taking your cock away and you loved putting that spreader bar on me and I knew it. You can hit
me if you want next time, I can take it, I can take anything that you want to give me because you
know what, Bills, I fucking love that."

He was pleasure-blind now, eyes open but unseeing, and when Billy turned the vibration back on
the highest setting he thought he'd die right there, thought the world was burning up around him.
"You're a mouthy little shit, Dominic," Billy's voice poured over him, scalding and freezing all at
the same time. "I'm going to teach you some fucking manners if it takes me all night."

And Dom was about to howl because that was it, that was the edge, he was there, yesyesyes fuck
finally gonna come fuck yeah Billy yes, he threw his head back and arched and fucking screamed
when Billy's fist closed around his balls, twisting tight. "Fuck you fuck you, bastard, you bastard,
I hate you, fuck fuck," Dom sobbed as Billy cut the rope with his other hands and Dom fell hard
on his knees, jeans still pooled around his ankles, binding his legs. Billy released his arms
without once removing his hand from Dom's balls and they fell in front of him, trembling and
weak from exertion, and then with a slick pop the plug was gone, too--

Another scream tore from his throat as Billy pushed fiercely into him. "I can't wait any longer,"
Billy growled against the back of his neck, thrusting once, twice, brutal. "I have to have you,
Dominic. The things you do to me, you make me lose control. I thought I'd return the favour."

Dom shuddered as Billy licked a hot line up his shoulder, then arched as he fastened his mouth
on the skin there. The counterpoint of Bill's cock in his arse to the aching pulse in his groin was
perfect agony. His shoulders shook uncontrollably, and finally --

"Come for me, Dominic."

Finally-- Billy's iron grip loosened and slid firmly down the length of Dom's cock and every
other muscle, every other nerve in his body melted and Dom, gasping on the floor, could only
shout, "Fuck, Billy, please god yes Billy," and then he was coming, shaking, overtaken, undone.

Billy made a low sound of approval, not slowing or stopping as Dom's body continued to
collapse around him, and brought his hand to Dom's mouth, fingers coated in sticky release.
"Open your mouth."

He did, welcoming the bitter fluid to his dry mouth, tongue dancing over and between Billy's
fingers, sucking hard, nipping with his teeth as Billy's other hand clung desperately to the sweat-slick flesh of Dom's hip, leaving a bruise that wouldn't fade for weeks, fuck, and then Billy was
coming, too, Dom could feel the pulsing, feel it inside him and hear the low groan pressed
against the back of his neck.

For a few long moments there was just silence and heavy breathing, and eventually Dom found
that he could blink and actually make out shapes in the room again. "Fuck, Billy, you better not
be falling asleep. I think you broke me."

Billy chuckled, still sounding a little breathless, and pressed a sloppy kiss to the back of his neck.
"That was rather the point, I thought."

Dom resisted the urge to just stretch out and go to sleep right there on the floor, knowing he'd
only regret it in the morning- if he could move enough to regret anything in the morning. "You
going to get up anytime soon?"

"That a request?"

Gathering his strength, Dom took a deep breath and tried to force his arms to work again,
pushing up and turning over, dislodging Billy in the process. "Ow. As long as you don't plan on
tying me up again. I don't fancy explaining to P.J. why I can't even lift a fucking sword."

His eyes found Billy, flat on his back a foot or so away, glittering slightly in the half-light. "If
you want me to fuck you again I'm going to need a nap first," he said, and Dom could just see the
corner of his grin from where he was sitting.

Dom smirked. "If you want to fuck me again you'd better be a really damned good masseuse."

Sitting up slowly, Billy stretched, looking over at him calculatingly. "That's fair," he decided,
drawing himself to his feet and reaching down to help Dom up. Dom's arms ached contentedly
from the strain. "Massage, nap, more sex," Billy postulated, pushing Dom onto his belly on the
bed. He considered a moment before his hands started working at the muscles in Dom's
shoulders, turning them to jelly. "And in the morning you can make breakfast."

"Brunch," Dom compromised, muffled from the pillow.

He could hear the grin in Billy's voice. "Even better."

*

Rules IV

Billy was sitting on his sofa pretending to be absorbed by the footie match playing out on the
television; as a sort of apology for deserting the rest of the cast at the pub, he'd decided to have
everyone over. That was the pretense, at least, and he had to admit it was a pretty clever idea on
Dom's part to invite them all over; they would inevitably discover their relationship, anyway,
especially since Dom was rather proudly insatiable and would try anything, anywhere, twice.

Orlando and Elijah were playing right into his hand. Dom was not accustomed to being silent
during football matches, and they had noticedhis uncharacteristic behaviour and were, rather
unsubtly, discussing it.

"Did you do something?" Orlando wanted to know. "Some stupid prank, I don't know, steal his
journal? Is he hacked off at you?"

"How should I know?" Elijah stage-whispered back. "He hasn't said a word to me since we got
here! He just keeps fucking smirking at me! Did you do something? Man. U is fucking losing for
Chrissake!"

Billy smirked, never once taking his eyes off of the television screen. "If you want to speak with
Dominic, gentlemen, you'll have to coax him to leave the room first." So unaffected, he took a
slow sip of scotch, reveling in the fact that he suddenly had everyone's attention-- Dom's in
particular, and he could feel the heat of that gaze even if everyone else was completely oblivious.
Then he continued, "Dominic isn't permitted to speak in the sitting room."

There was dead silence for about eight seconds. Then Viggo snickered, Elijah made a faintly
hysterical "Bwah?" sound, and Orlando said, with an air of obvious admiration, "Holy shit! You
kinky little fucks!"

Dominic, of course, just met Billy's eyes from the corner arm chair, eyes smouldering, and
grinned.

The End.

Comments

[crsty1961.livejournal.com]

Oh baby I whole heartedly approve of your writing skills. NGGGGGGGGGGGggg
Do it again and again.....

[dizzydame.livejournal.com]

Very nice!! I hope you write more soon. :)

[southern-bight.livejournal.com]

should not read Monaboyd at work...should not read Monaboyd at work...should not read Monaboyd at work...


That was freaking hot! Um... gotta go have a ..um.. lunchbreak.

[silentdescant.livejournal.com]

loved loved LOVED that last bit!! I think I melted into a puddle. That was hot!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, there's plenty more on the way! Thanks for the feedback!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad I don't have internet at work... because then I wouldn't spend all day writing!

Hope you enjoyed your lunchbreak *grins*.

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! Love your icon, btw. It's delicious. ;)

[silentdescant.livejournal.com]

Yay, someone likes my icon! I also have this one that uses the same base. He is delicious, isn't he? :)

[capra-maritimus.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, yummy!! :D I so love Top!Billy and sub!Dom. :D

And the ending is priceless. :D Kinky fucks, indeed. :D

[katze-boston.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this one would be Not Work Safe. *grin*

[loozy.livejournal.com]

I looooove it... I loooove it... Heh... This was so very good :)

[emma-took.livejournal.com]

haha I love their reaction at the end....

i love it!!! very nice ;)

[feelforfaith.livejournal.com]

That was really good. Sub!Dom is just mhmmmm... :D

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Sub!Dom is my favourite. I just love contradictions.

Glad you liked the ending- believe it or not, that was the most fun part to write!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

"Bwah" is my new favourite word. :) Thanks for the feedback!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Sub!Dom is my favourite kind. Mmmm indeed. Thanks for the feedback!

[capra-maritimus.livejournal.com]

I suppose it would be redundant to rec shaenie's C-verse? LOL!

[uraneia.livejournal.com]

Actually, I just joined the comm about a month ago ish and haven't caught up on everything yet. Will definitely look that up!

[capra-maritimus.livejournal.com]

Her site is down at the moment, but it should be up soonish.

I do however have the links to the stories in her LJ:

C-Verse Series (Billy/Dom, Billy/Dom/Elijah) by shaenie
...where Billy is the Dom, Dom is the sub, and Elijah is still figuring things out....

In order:

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/23442.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/23769.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/23882.html
Cusp

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/30437.html
Contentment

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/79609.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/79689.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/79959.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/80292.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/80577.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/80668.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/81064.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/81250.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/81492.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/81852.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/82053.html
Catalyst

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/36628.html
Contrast

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/114297.html
http://shaenie.livejournal.com/114572.html
Memento

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/11055.html
Convergence

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/11421.html
Ghost

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/232973.html
Confrontation (link goes to digital candy site :/)
I can e-mail this one to you if her site still isn't back up when you get to it.

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/21730.html
Calibration

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/44291.html
Conversation

http://shaenie.livejournal.com/282458.html
Contemplation

[unbrokenmuse.livejournal.com]

I have a problem. There are too many things here I want to comment about. All of them good, shading into great.

"Fuck, Billy, you better not
be falling asleep. I think you broke me."


Billy chuckled, still sounding a little breathless, and pressed a sloppy kiss to the back of his neck.
"That was rather the point, I thought."

Done and done. You say there's more? *takes deep breaths from paper bag*