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eosthilas.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 13th, 2004 04:32 pm)Title: Slipping Down (1-3 / 18)
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eosthilas
Pairing: Primarily Billijah, Monaboyd is on the way.
Rating: PG-13, for adult language.
Summary: Part one: Establishment. Part two: Billy declares a need. Part three: Billy unwittingly lures Elijah in.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just play with them. This never happened. Probably.
Feedback: Is always welcome. In fact, it's encouraged.
Author's Notes: This is parts 1 - 3 of what will eventually be an approximately 18 section song fic. It was inspired by the song Hit Me by Sister Soleil. Each section is preceeded by a song lyric that gives a small insight into what that particular section is about. The lyrics will end up giving a more literal description of what the segment is about as time goes on. Pr0n should be coming in the next installment.
I am a feedback h0r, so please, let me know what you think, whether it's good, bad, or just a little flag to let me know you were here. If anyone one wants to archive it, feel free, just drop me a line to let me know first. Thank you tochiflipgrl for the beta on this round. Much thanks, and on with the show!
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Look At Me With Those Eyes – They’re a Pair I Despise
There was something palpable in the air that night. Billy didn’t know what it was, but he could feel it, and it wasn’t pleasant. It raised goose bumps in his hair and sent tingles down his spine, which settled in the pit of his stomach. It came and went in waves, but he felt each one with aching clarity. The feeling lasted longer than it should have, and only occurred when Dom looked at him. His gaze was searing. He was miles beyond angry – and that scared Billy witless.
All Dom had to do was glance at Billy with those smoky eyes, and he knew every word that they could possibly have to say to each other; they had had the arguments too many times to count. They had always been an explosive duo – in every way imaginable. The powder keg of their relationship had finally burst, and consumed the two of them in its blast.
And now they were here, at yet another function. Another pointless get-together for something or other – Billy couldn’t even keep track of them any more. He hadn’t wanted to come, but against his better judgment and advice, he had shown up anyway. And, of course, Dom was there. Moreover, he was across the room, dressed to the nines, his hair perfectly tousseled, and holding a half-empty champagne flute. When he smiled or laughed, it didn’t touch his painfully angry eyes. Billy wasn’t sure why Dom had given himself the right to be so angry in their situation, but the few times when Billy had dared to meet his gaze and return it with one that asked “What?” in a wholly sarcastic tone, Dom’s eyes only narrowed, and he made a point of breaking the eye contact.
The word “nemesis” was scrawled on the back of Dom’s hand. For all intents and purposes, it may as well have said “Fuck you, Billy Boyd”. But then again, Dom was never one for being blunt like that.
See Me, Want Me, Arrest Me, Watch Me
Billy had tried talking to Sean about the whole situation, but as always, he had gone on (at great length) about how he could completely relate that to his own life, and how things would work out if he gave them half a chance to, and somehow – Billy knew not how – he always managed to change the subject from there.
It took every ounce of control that Billy had not to look Sean dead in the eyes and yell, “This isn’t about you! Shut the fuck up and listen already!”
No, Sean was not the person to talk to about Dom. He was too wrapped up in his own life. That left one other person that he trusted enough to talk to – Elijah.
Even when he was at his finest, there was just something about Elijah that screamed “class clown”. The jokester in Billy was drawn to that quality. However, once you got past the comical exterior, there was a very disarming quality to Elijah. Billy felt like he could tell him anything and everything without fear of ridicule. He attributed it to those child-like eyes of his. They took a person past any boundaries or judgment, and encouraged you to go further.
Billy needed that more than anything else. He craved the attention Elijah gave him. His skin itched with anticipation whenever he found himself waiting to talk to Elijah. Lij listened when you needed him to. He was a shoulder to cry on. Okay, maybe not cry, but he was always there for support, and Billy needed all the support he could get.
And so it was that after thirty minutes of visual abuse from Dom, Billy was winding his way through the crowds and groups until he was directly to Elijah’s left. He tugged on the elbow of Elijah’s sleeve until he looked over and caught Billy’s almost desperate stare and excused the two of them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as they head to a less-populated corner.
Bleed Me, Bait Me, Obsess Me, Chase Me
There was more to tell Elijah than Billy had realized. He went from when Dom had first approached (or was it propositioned?) him, to the moment when it had all come crashing down – when some unknown woman had answered their phone at three am – with the sounds of Dom and some other man talking, occasionally grunting and moaning, in the background.
“He said it didn’t mean anything – but tell me – what’s the point if it doesn’t fucking mean anything? Maybe we didn’t mean anything…. And if we didn’t fucking mean anything, then what was the point of anything?”
Elijah had been mostly quiet through Billy’s rant, letting him drain the poison off of his wounds. He watched the Scot with those wide blue pools of his and rested his hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“Did you say that to him?”
“Of course I did. Why do you think he’s so fuckin’ pissed at me? He thinks I over-reacted to a ‘simple fuck’,” Billy sneered and made air quotes when he said those words. “I told him he could take his ‘meaningless fucks’,” - again with the air quotes - “And sod off. So he did – after a good hour of arguing over who and what was ‘meaningless’ between us. And now he’s having a snit because I wouldn’t roll over and take his shite. Bastard.”
Elijah made a mental note to stop Billy from having any more drinks.
“But enough about the wanker,” Billy announced suddenly. “I have had enough of that piece of shite, and bullocks to anyone who says differently.”
Billy reached out and grabbed Elijah’s wrist. He pulled the younger man across the crowded room and toward the doors that would lead to the reception hall, and from there, outside. Elijah cast an apologetic look at the still-smoldering Dom and followed Billy outside.
“What’s going on, man?”
Billy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Don’t want to be near him.” He sighed again and tipped his head back to look at the stars. “Fuckin’ nonsense star-crossed shite.”
“What?” Elijah looked at Billy, clearly confused by the statement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal tin that held his cigarettes. He pulled one out, set it to his lips, and lit it. He took a long drag off of it and looked up, as if the sky would give him the answer. All he got was a repetition from Billy.
“Fuckin’. Nonsense. Star-crossed. Shite.”
“What’s that mean?” Elijah blew the smoke out through his nose.
“Nothing. Everything. Hell if I know.” He glanced over at Elijah and shook his head slightly. “But it’s probably something.”
Elijah was looking more concerned by the second.
“Are you alright, man?”
“No, Elijah. I’m nowhere near alright. It’ll be a long way before I’m alright.”
Elijah closed the short distance between them and gave Billy a reassuring hug. As if on cue, Billy’s limo chose that moment to pull up. Billy broke away from Elijah and opened the door.
“If you need anything, you call me, okay?”
Billy nodded as he got in the car.
“I just may do that, Lij. I just may….”
When Elijah got home, there were three messages from Billy waiting on his machine.
Author:
eosthilasPairing: Primarily Billijah, Monaboyd is on the way.
Rating: PG-13, for adult language.
Summary: Part one: Establishment. Part two: Billy declares a need. Part three: Billy unwittingly lures Elijah in.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just play with them. This never happened. Probably.
Feedback: Is always welcome. In fact, it's encouraged.
Author's Notes: This is parts 1 - 3 of what will eventually be an approximately 18 section song fic. It was inspired by the song Hit Me by Sister Soleil. Each section is preceeded by a song lyric that gives a small insight into what that particular section is about. The lyrics will end up giving a more literal description of what the segment is about as time goes on. Pr0n should be coming in the next installment.
I am a feedback h0r, so please, let me know what you think, whether it's good, bad, or just a little flag to let me know you were here. If anyone one wants to archive it, feel free, just drop me a line to let me know first. Thank you to
chiflipgrl for the beta on this round. Much thanks, and on with the show! (cross-posted to
fellow_shippers)Look At Me With Those Eyes – They’re a Pair I Despise
There was something palpable in the air that night. Billy didn’t know what it was, but he could feel it, and it wasn’t pleasant. It raised goose bumps in his hair and sent tingles down his spine, which settled in the pit of his stomach. It came and went in waves, but he felt each one with aching clarity. The feeling lasted longer than it should have, and only occurred when Dom looked at him. His gaze was searing. He was miles beyond angry – and that scared Billy witless.
All Dom had to do was glance at Billy with those smoky eyes, and he knew every word that they could possibly have to say to each other; they had had the arguments too many times to count. They had always been an explosive duo – in every way imaginable. The powder keg of their relationship had finally burst, and consumed the two of them in its blast.
And now they were here, at yet another function. Another pointless get-together for something or other – Billy couldn’t even keep track of them any more. He hadn’t wanted to come, but against his better judgment and advice, he had shown up anyway. And, of course, Dom was there. Moreover, he was across the room, dressed to the nines, his hair perfectly tousseled, and holding a half-empty champagne flute. When he smiled or laughed, it didn’t touch his painfully angry eyes. Billy wasn’t sure why Dom had given himself the right to be so angry in their situation, but the few times when Billy had dared to meet his gaze and return it with one that asked “What?” in a wholly sarcastic tone, Dom’s eyes only narrowed, and he made a point of breaking the eye contact.
The word “nemesis” was scrawled on the back of Dom’s hand. For all intents and purposes, it may as well have said “Fuck you, Billy Boyd”. But then again, Dom was never one for being blunt like that.
See Me, Want Me, Arrest Me, Watch Me
Billy had tried talking to Sean about the whole situation, but as always, he had gone on (at great length) about how he could completely relate that to his own life, and how things would work out if he gave them half a chance to, and somehow – Billy knew not how – he always managed to change the subject from there.
It took every ounce of control that Billy had not to look Sean dead in the eyes and yell, “This isn’t about you! Shut the fuck up and listen already!”
No, Sean was not the person to talk to about Dom. He was too wrapped up in his own life. That left one other person that he trusted enough to talk to – Elijah.
Even when he was at his finest, there was just something about Elijah that screamed “class clown”. The jokester in Billy was drawn to that quality. However, once you got past the comical exterior, there was a very disarming quality to Elijah. Billy felt like he could tell him anything and everything without fear of ridicule. He attributed it to those child-like eyes of his. They took a person past any boundaries or judgment, and encouraged you to go further.
Billy needed that more than anything else. He craved the attention Elijah gave him. His skin itched with anticipation whenever he found himself waiting to talk to Elijah. Lij listened when you needed him to. He was a shoulder to cry on. Okay, maybe not cry, but he was always there for support, and Billy needed all the support he could get.
And so it was that after thirty minutes of visual abuse from Dom, Billy was winding his way through the crowds and groups until he was directly to Elijah’s left. He tugged on the elbow of Elijah’s sleeve until he looked over and caught Billy’s almost desperate stare and excused the two of them.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as they head to a less-populated corner.
Bleed Me, Bait Me, Obsess Me, Chase Me
There was more to tell Elijah than Billy had realized. He went from when Dom had first approached (or was it propositioned?) him, to the moment when it had all come crashing down – when some unknown woman had answered their phone at three am – with the sounds of Dom and some other man talking, occasionally grunting and moaning, in the background.
“He said it didn’t mean anything – but tell me – what’s the point if it doesn’t fucking mean anything? Maybe we didn’t mean anything…. And if we didn’t fucking mean anything, then what was the point of anything?”
Elijah had been mostly quiet through Billy’s rant, letting him drain the poison off of his wounds. He watched the Scot with those wide blue pools of his and rested his hand on Billy’s shoulder.
“Did you say that to him?”
“Of course I did. Why do you think he’s so fuckin’ pissed at me? He thinks I over-reacted to a ‘simple fuck’,” Billy sneered and made air quotes when he said those words. “I told him he could take his ‘meaningless fucks’,” - again with the air quotes - “And sod off. So he did – after a good hour of arguing over who and what was ‘meaningless’ between us. And now he’s having a snit because I wouldn’t roll over and take his shite. Bastard.”
Elijah made a mental note to stop Billy from having any more drinks.
“But enough about the wanker,” Billy announced suddenly. “I have had enough of that piece of shite, and bullocks to anyone who says differently.”
Billy reached out and grabbed Elijah’s wrist. He pulled the younger man across the crowded room and toward the doors that would lead to the reception hall, and from there, outside. Elijah cast an apologetic look at the still-smoldering Dom and followed Billy outside.
“What’s going on, man?”
Billy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Don’t want to be near him.” He sighed again and tipped his head back to look at the stars. “Fuckin’ nonsense star-crossed shite.”
“What?” Elijah looked at Billy, clearly confused by the statement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal tin that held his cigarettes. He pulled one out, set it to his lips, and lit it. He took a long drag off of it and looked up, as if the sky would give him the answer. All he got was a repetition from Billy.
“Fuckin’. Nonsense. Star-crossed. Shite.”
“What’s that mean?” Elijah blew the smoke out through his nose.
“Nothing. Everything. Hell if I know.” He glanced over at Elijah and shook his head slightly. “But it’s probably something.”
Elijah was looking more concerned by the second.
“Are you alright, man?”
“No, Elijah. I’m nowhere near alright. It’ll be a long way before I’m alright.”
Elijah closed the short distance between them and gave Billy a reassuring hug. As if on cue, Billy’s limo chose that moment to pull up. Billy broke away from Elijah and opened the door.
“If you need anything, you call me, okay?”
Billy nodded as he got in the car.
“I just may do that, Lij. I just may….”
When Elijah got home, there were three messages from Billy waiting on his machine.
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