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apple_pi had a thread all about the words she dislikes in fanfic, which was commented on by many. A great, funny thread, and I was inspired! So here's the MonaBoyd I came up with trying to use all the 'hated' words that were mentioned. I seriously mean no offense to anyone. It's MonaBoyd crackfic to the extreme!

Dominic was hunched over in a corner of their bedroom crying. Again. Billy felt a huge surge of love for his Lover. He knew that Dom was taking the end of Elijah’s visit hard. Yet, he wished Dom wasn’t wearing those faded and soft low-slung button fly jeans that hung from the angular jut of his hipbones, as he found his own member harden and moisten with pre-cum. Not now Boydy-Boy, you must care for his heart more than your own need for the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Dom raised his soulful blue-grey orbs up to Billy. His lip quivered even as he bit through it. He shook his head in negation, his long multicoloured hair brushing against his wet eyelashes that glistened in the effulgent candlelight.

“You shouldn’t be hunched over like that Lover, you know it’s bad for your back.”

“I, just … Billy, I just love you so damn much I can’t see (especially with this hair in my eyes) and I can’t believe you love me too.”

“Dommie, we’ve been together for seven years now. When are you going to stop this insecurity? I love you baby, you know that. You’re my angel, my soul mate, my best friend and the only person in this whole bad world who has broken through my shell of seemingly well-adjusted-ness and happiness to realize that I was indeed a broken shell of a man who couldn’t cope with being orphaned at a young age, then being forced to live with a gruff grandmother who sacrificed my dream of acting to work as a book binder. And you know how much I hated those DAMN BOOKS!”

Dom flinched as his normally calm and loving Lover picked up the copy of ‘Fellowship of the Ring’ (left behind by Elijah, who still hadn’t finished reading it due to his complete and utter depression after Sean Astin had finally made the choice to return to his wife and their four children together, followed quickly by Orlando breaking his heart when he returned to Viggo’s Ashram to finally get over his manorexia and bad subbing experiences) and flung it against the wall.

It clipped a framed picture of Sean Bean and Daisy Wenham on their wedding day, fell to the ground, and shattered.

It shattered like Dom’s heart.

“You can’t love me, Bills of my heart! How could you love such a broken man?!?”

“Because you are my whole world, Dominic! I ache for you every moment we’re apart. Just now?, when I was in the kitchen doing the washing up (from your fantastic lunch, which you made because I can’t cook and you can), I almost cut myself with a knife like you used to do, just because I missed you so foockin' much! Then I realized you were here. In our room! Then I felt a little bit stupid really.”

“Not as stupid as I feel Billy. How do you think I feel when I’m back in the States, not here in our hide-away Scottish cottage, pretending not to be in love with you? It just KILLS ME INSIDE!”

“Dominic, I do know how you feel! When I see those photos of you and Evi together it shatters me, much like I just shattered that picture. I know you have to pretend to be together because of Lost PR. I, too, have to suffer through this charade of a life, living with Evi’s partner Ali, and their baby Jack. Trying to facilitate meetings between them and their sperm donor Sir Ian McKellen. And that’s hard sweetheart, it’s so hard.”

Dom looked at Billy’s jutting silk tartan boxer shorts and smirked “That’s not the only thing that’s hard I see.”

Billy looked too, seeing his own pre-cum oozing through his tented silky tartan boxer shorts. His filtrum fluctuated between anger and horniess, before deciding to settle on horny, as he replied, “It’s a good thing you’re not wearing shoes Dommie, as I’m about to tear those low-slung denims right off you, leaving red marks on your hips, and deep-throat your engorged organ.”

And he did just that, thanking all the deities again that Dom never ever ever wore any kind of underwear (apart from the times he made Dom wear those pink panties).

His grasped Dom’s oozing cock and rubbed it against his own cheek, knowing that his beloved was enjoying the raspy feeling of whiskers against his cock by the voiceless moans he could hear. He moved his mouth to Dom’s bulbous dick, tasting his already leaking sweet man cream. He sucked and sucked like a man possessed.

Dom twitched and jerked under this treatment, crying out “Oh, oh Goddess, I need you inside me right now Lover. I don’t want my sticky gift to be given to you too soon.”

Billy pulled off Dom’s turgid member with reluctance. But also with excitement. He could feel how ready his partner was, just by looking at the man milk flowing down Dom’s saliva slicked penis.

He was stronger in his arms than he looked, and pulled Dominic up by his rippling biceps, pushing him face first onto their bed, whilst also ripping off his own silky tartan boxer shorts. The sheets were somewhat crumpled from their threesome with Elijah earlier, the musk wafting into his nostrils, the smell reminding him of the angsty love that they had all felt that morning. But now was not the time for sadness and regret. (Though he did note that Lij had left his ipod on the bedside table and made a mental note to return it to him, seeing as Dom was so helpless at the day-to-day things!)

Dom’s quivering rosebud of manhood unfurled before him. Billy desperately needed his hardened stem to connect with the anal flower presented before him, so they could join as one like the entwined vines of love they were.

“Dommie, I am going to piston your quivering little boy-hole like it’s never been pistoned before.”

Dom panted in excitement. He could already feel Billy’s fluid dripping onto his anus. “My hole is your cock-glove Billy, only ever yours (or Elijah’s sometimes, but it’s just about you and I now baby, he’s got his own problems). I want you to fill my channel with your steaming juices!”

Billy could feel the need and desperation wafting off Dominic. His Dom. The one who made him whole, after first breaking him, but then, yes, making him whole. How was it that this gorgeously fragile yet strong man (but, he was a boy once, oh, those heady days in New Zealand came rushing back, reminding him of surfing and sex, and sex on surfboards) was his for the taking.

He slicked his engorged member with his own copious amount of pre-cum, and then reached around to Dom’s own dripping cock, collecting enough fluid to smear onto and into Dom’s awaiting love pucker. Then he thrust like he’d never thrust before, breaching Dom’s tight ring “the one *true* ring” Billy thought with a moan and a prayer.

Billy started thrusting into Dominic using a rhythm as old as time. He could feel his orgasm blossoming in his own body, and in Dominics. It was as if there were roots and shoots springing up and around and out of his own body, joining with Dominic’s combining together into a trellis of their own love.

Even though they had both cum numerous times earlier that morning with Elijah, they were both so in love with each other, and with themselves as a couple, that, after only a few thrusts, Dom started to chant. Billy loved it when he chanted during sex. Especially when it was his own name that was pouring out of Dom’s red swollen lips (he’d been biting through his lips again).

“Ooooh, yes,yes, Billeh, I love you, oh baby, I love you so much, I’m going to cum Bills, Billey, Billy-Boy, oh, I’m yours, take me Billy, Billeeeeeh! Fill me with your seed, my angel, stake me, claim me, slipslide inside my gaping maw, gift me with your essence….ooooh, now, I have to cum….”

Billy felt Dom’s dark depths contract around his purple-headed warrior. He could almost, in that brief moment, imagine what it was like to be a farm animal, as his own main man-teat was milked by Dom’s wet canal.

They both lay gasping, like one of the fish Viggo had caught during those halcyon days in New Zealand.

Billy eventually came back to himself, realising he was crushing his most precious jewel beneath him. “I’m so sorry petal, I forgot about your sore back”

“That’s allright my darling, I can feel nothing but your love for me at the moment.”

Billy pulled himself out of Dom’s overused channel with a hiss mixed with both love and regret and tenderness.

He turned Dom over with such a gentle touch, that Dom couldn’t help but to start crying again. “You do love me, don’t you Billy? I could feel it when our souls met just then, when you were more inside me than anyone has ever been, or ever will be.”

“Yes, I do love you my Dominic. I am the Jack to your Rose, and I know that neither of us will ever let go. Sleep now, my little angel. You’ve had a hard day. I will tend to you, my love.”

“I love you Billy”

“And I love you, my precious.”

And they lived happily ever after (apart from that one fuck-up during their wedding, which is best left to another time).

THE END

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