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Treasure Hunt (Part Four)
RPS: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
I'm giving it a PG-13 because I'm not 100% positive which one to use so you should be fine as long as you aren't against a little bit of suggestion in this chapter. If it makes you uncomfortable look away now!
Summary: Billy gets an interesting package in the post prompting a mad dash to find Dom.
Disclaimer: I really don't know these people. And while I would like to think they are busy organising treasure hunts for each other this is all the work of my rather twisted mind!
Notes: Comments/ constructive crit would be welcome. Go easy though I'm frightened! So yes I didn't go all out but its still a little bit naughty. Honest!


Treasure Hunt: Part Four
In which Billy finally, finally, catches up with Dom and gets a little revenge of his own.

Billy stepped off the plane horny as hell and half expecting to see Dom waiting at the airport. His mid-flight nap had gone from a innocent stroll around the Natural History Museum with Dom to a less than innocent dash into a ‘staff only’ area where in between kisses, Dom had spend a long time apologising for making Billy take part in the treasure hunt and asking him if he was ready for ‘the prize’. Billy had stirred slightly as the dream Dom had undone the buttons on his shirt before slowly trailing one hand from Billy’s newly exposed wrist to his neck. Smiling, the dream Dom had then paused for a minute to leave a line of light kisses across Billy’s shoulder, all the time continuing to leisurely run his fingers up and down Billy’s chest, brushing his navel before… Billy had been extremely thankful when the little kid sitting next to him had started screaming, waking and saving him the embarrassment of lustfully moaning Dom’s name to a planeload of strangers.

Unfortunately the airport lobby was Dom-free and his mind, a little more focused on the challenge, realised he would probably be best heading straight to the Natural History Museum.

***

Tipping the taxi driver generously Billy felt a new surge of energy as he pulled his bag out of the car. He was a mere few steps away from winning this game and thanks to the wonderful power of dreams he now had a head full of idea of how to extract his own method of revenge in the coming hours. Scanning the entrance Billy was again disappointed not to see the familiar figure of Dom bounding happily towards him. Frowning slightly he began to walk into through the glass doors when his mobile started to buzz. ‘Where are you?’ Billy cringed at the slight hint of desperation in his tone. He silently thanked the child-banshee once more.
Dom evidently picking up on this, stifled a laugh before replying mischievously, ‘Not far.’
‘Well good you can come and carry my bag, its bloody heavy and I’m bored with carting it around everywhere.’
‘Why didn’t you bring the blue one?’ he asked innocently.
Billy looked down at his bag. He had packed on the phone but he didn’t remember telling Dom which bag, he was too busy theorising the prize idea. ‘Why didn’t I what?-’ He began looking around wildly, ‘Where the fuck are you Dom?’
Laughing again Dom reverted back to the mysterious persona Billy was beginning to loathe. ‘You need to ask at the reception. They have the last part. Watch out for the receptionist though she has a real attitude problem.’

That was it. Billy had officially reached his limit. ‘No.’ Slamming his bag on the floor (and ignoring the gasp of a near-by group of school children) Billy felt all his resentment come to the surface. ‘No more Dom. I’m not doing anymore.’
‘Bill.’

‘No’ he replied stubbornly. ‘That’s enough. No more photos. No more books. No. More. Cryptic Messages. I’m putting the phone down in one minute. I expect to see you standing here in two.’

‘Billy!’

‘One minute Monaghan.’

‘Oh come on Bills. Last one I promise.’ He could hear the pleading note in Dom’s voice and he already knew he would be sitting, still trying to figure out the final clue, in a some café somewhere in an hours time. But feeling ruthless he began to count down from sixty and didn’t stop until he got to ‘five’. By then he was sure Dom was feeling extremely guilty because by then he had already caught a glimpse of him running across the street towards the museum.

***

As it turned out the final clue was pretty straightforward. A hotel key card and a Polaroid of a gorgeous looking bath with the name of the hotel helpfully scribbled on the back. As he slid the key card into the slot however, Billy felt a rare twinge of anxiety. He couldn’t remember when the games had begun, who had made the first move or which one of them had suggest that they try. It was merely a blur of silk and leather and long hot nights. Until a few days ago though it had all been so spur of the moment, the thrill came from the fact they were unplanned games… and this, well this just seemed so organised. He wasn’t sure he liked the feeling of being totally controlled. That Dom had sat and carefully planned each stage, that Billy had so little say in the matter. As the little light turned from red to green with a soft ‘click’ Billy took a steadying breathe and walked into the room.

***

Taking off his jacket Billy could here a splashing noise in a room to his right and as he put his bag down the door flung open, ‘Billy!’ Grinning madly Dom threw himself at Billy, running his hands through his hair, eyes fixed on his face as if to check for change or damage and laughing as Billy pulled him into a hug, kissing him softly. ‘Found the place all right then?’ He asked cheekily, picking up Billy’s bag and dumping it unceremoniously in a corner. ‘Oh aye, no thanks to your little games.’ Billy picked up the bag and placing it on a near-by chair started to unpack. ‘I’ve been traipsing around the country for your enjoyment. This prize had better be half-decent otherwise I might just sod off back home again.’
‘Oh’ Dom consoled, ‘Poor soldier.’ Taking the shirt Billy was now trying to hang up he tossed it on the floor simultaneously placing both arms on Billy’s shoulders he began to coax him towards the bathroom.
‘Come with me’, he murmured softly into Billy’s ear. Unable to resist Billy let himself be walked gently into the next room, a feeling of warmth hitting him as they entered. The bath had been filled to the brim with water so hot that condensation had begun to drip from the tiles. Feeling surprisingly tired Billy made no complaints as Dom began to undo the buttons on his shirt, whispering sympathetic phrases in his ear. He offered no resistance as Dom reached for the button and zipper of his jeans which fell to the floor with a soft thud. ‘Poor Bills’ he purred as Billy now fully undressed sank into the bathtub, the water slowly soothing his anxieties. ‘Poor Bills’ he repeated leaning over the bath to smooth Billy’s hair before planting the briefest of kisses on his forehead and leaving him to relax.

***

When, an hour later, Billy finally dragged his exhausted body from the bathroom he was greeted by the smell of coffee. ‘Do you want one?’ Dom asked brightly. Scrutinising the offered mug he tightened the tie of his bathrobe before accepting.
Passing the milk across he continued conversationally, ‘I was totally right about that receptionist wasn’t I? Not quite as odd as that one in the other hotel though.’
Gulping down his drink Billy raised an eyebrow; ‘You went to the hotel?’
‘Of course.’ He replied smiling triumphantly, ‘I had to set everything up didn’t I? Where else would I have taken that photo? Why do you think you had breakfast delivered to your room?’
Billy bit his lip and tried to hide his annoyance, ‘I dunno.’ He began slowly, ‘I just thought, you might have ordered over the phone after we spoke.’
‘Well I did do that part over the phone but it was before I ended up phoning you.’
‘Oh.’
Shuffling closer on the sofa Dom took Billy’s hand a concerned look on his face. ‘Are you ok Bills? You seem… a little pissed off.’ Roughly pulling his hand away (ignoring the hurt look on Dom’s face) he snapped back, ‘I’m fine. I’m just wondering why I needed to do all of that stuff before I actually got to see you.’
‘You didn’t enjoy it?’ Dom interrupted the smile slowly leaving his face.
‘Oh no, I mean some of it was fun, finding the clues and stuff but-’
‘Oh’ This time it was Dom’s turn to back away.
‘No look, I didn’t mean it like that I did enjoy most of it…’ he tried to close the gap between the two of them, ‘…it was just a little, unnerving at some points.’ Dom backed further away refusing to look Billy in the eye. ‘No I’m not... I’m not explaining it properly.’ Taking hold of Dom’s arm he turned him until they were facing each other once more. ‘Bill I’d never want to make you feel…’ he started quietly.
‘I know you wouldn’t.’

They sat there for some time each wondering if they had succeeded in ruining the others night. Both of them unable to restart that conversation, any conversation.

Knock

‘What’s that?’ Billy asked confusedly. A sheepish grin on his face Dom went to answer the door. ‘It was supposed to be a victory feast.’ He explained apologetically. Taking the covered tray and tipping the waiter generously he presented it to Billy muttering. ‘I’m not sure that it’s the most appropriate time though now.’ Taking the tray and wondering for the millionth time what on earth Dom was up to, Billy tentatively lifted the lid. A mixture of sweet and savoury food had been artfully laid out by what Billy imagined was an highly overpaid chef. He was about to comment on this to Dom when his eyes caught the other object nestled in between the food. Picking it up he looked at Dom who shrugged and offered his hand. ‘Maybe you’d better come with me.’ He sighed.

Billy nodded and followed him warily through the door opposite the bathroom. He registered the little poster Dom had made celebrating his victory. He paused to read the congratulatory message his eyes widened in surprise at the Polaroid illustration that made up the poster, at the recognisable figure bound to the bed.

When he eventually entered the bedroom Billy gasped as Dom snaked an arm around his waist, drawing him in close before untying the dressing gown. ‘I had got this whole interesting evening planned out.’ He whispered huskily into Billy’s ear, ‘I was going to let you do precisely what you said in that message…’ Billy breathed in sharply as Dom (the real Dom this time) lightly skimmed his chest, his hand travelling further and further down. ‘I even brought some of that stuff with me.’ Leading him towards the bed Dom nodded in the direction of the dresser. Sure enough, neatly arranged on the top were a variety of familiar objects including a set of handcuffs, to which Billy still had the key gripped firmly in his hand. Reaching round Billy once more Dom pulled the dressing gown tightly around his waist and knotted it. Obviously if you don’t fancy it…’ he grinned. ‘I won’t say I’m not disappointed though. I was quite interested in how you thought you’d ever get me to do that thing with the ice cream.’

‘Git.’

***

On the final morning of the treasure hunt Billy woke, his body curled around a peaceful Dom, the handcuffs now loosely hanging from the headboard. Really, he reflected, this treasure hunt thing was a good idea. As he reached out a hand to gently wake Dom, smiling as he wiped a smudge of melted chocolate from his cheek, he silently rejoiced the fact they still had a whole week left together.