"the dichotomy twins." bb/dm. nc17.

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Okay, am really quite nervous about this ... this is my first real smut bunny, so please be gentle. *G*
Disclaimer: This never happened, and alas, probably never will. These are real people, nothing I've created, but I mean no slander or any of those bad things.
Crossposted to cinquerouge, my writing journal.



Dominic is in the dark, though it's broad daylight. He's found a way of wedging himself between the bed and the wall, and that's fine with him. The bed's white sheets are matted and stained by scents - yet another reason Dominic feels like a dog.

It's quiet, thank God; Elijah and Sean have buggered off somewhere, and he'd know if Billy was around. He'd have had to jam his fingers in his ears. The silence would have been deafening.

His mind darts back into the shadows, enlightening itself as to the usual opportunities lost and banal declarations of love left unsaid. It's all so civilized and nice that Dominic can't think of it all without wanting to weep. Only Billy could lie so sincerely, or sound so sweet while stomping on your heart.

He rolls back into the bed, feeling out of place in his own room. The memory of Billy's gentleness, which he'd concentrated on so he could avoid the actual words being shot at him, still burns in a lot of ways. Billy doesn't love him? Bullshit. Billy's scared to ever-loving death to admit who he is? Probably.

But then Billy is there, hands tugging at his pants, lips tugging at his mouth, and Dominic responds anyway. His numb fingers burn, and the cool air off Billy's skin feels like water.

As Billy's mouth lands on his neck, Dominic debates crying out, but the noise is lost in a cavernous gasp as hands flutter down his sides, gooseflesh stabbing through cotton and polyester. Dominic shrugs off his shirt as Billy makes short work of his trousers, then they switch and reciprocate, fumbling like they always do.

Soon Billy has Dominic's everything off, and Dominic gasps again as smooth lips twitch, skin responding excruciatingly fast as Billy moves lower. It's as if Billy never left; never denied that he loved Dominic and he needed Dominic. That raw memory is painless right now.

As Billy's lips touch the head of his cock, Dominic thinks vaguely of reciprocating, of doing more than letting his rough hands twist patterns in Billy's hair. He even gets as far as planning how to make Billy scream like he always used to try to do. But then Billy's mouth starts to move up and down and all Dominic's carefully constructed plans go up in flames like his equilibrium.

Billy toys with him, licking and teasing until the only thing Dominic can sense through roaring ears is that Billy is shaking too. That's refreshing - usually Billy doesn't know the meaning of symbiosis, he only thieves from Dominic while he can. Dominic fights it, of course, but forced surrender is half the fun, after all.

Pain of one kind is replaced by another as Dominic moans, eyes upturned to heaven, or maybe just to Billy. There's a sense of panic all of a sudden, and Dominic actually growls at his own weakness before Billy's tongue roughly twists around his - he can't lose it, not again, not to Billy, not the way he wants it ...

But he can, and he does, to Billy, exactly the way he wants it, coming and gasping and cursing at the top of his voice while Billy murmurs velvet into his ears. Betrayal has really never felt so fucking good.

But then Billy evaporates, and Dominic is left in his own fitful sleep.