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Title: Never Listen to Billy Shower
Author: absinthfire
Rating: R
Summary: Dom has heard Billy singing in the shower before, but never like this. Song fic for 'Pretty When You Cry' by Vast.
Authors note: I originally wrote this for _digitalangel's fic challenge but never got it out. owlgrey is sick and wants a bit of porn. Now I know this isn't the fic you want Love, but... I hope you like it nonetheless.
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.




Dom crawled out of bed with the insistent need to piss. He rubbed his sleep bleary, laden eyes as he stumbled through ‘his’ room, knocking his knee on one of Bill’s antique chest things. He limped the rest of the way to the bathroom; cursing Billy under his breath in every foreign language he’d picked up on his travels.

Six steps from the loo he stopped, cocked his head to the side, and pondered. With a slight tug to his lips and a muffled chuckle he closed the distance between himself and the nice flourishing green shrub. How long before Bills noticed? Dom wondered. Did plants like this die when you pissed on them or did they do that moldy rot stench thing? As he thought about this, his groggy brain registered the sound of the shower running.

“Shite.” He shook himself off and pressed his ear to the door. Yep, the water was running. Good. Where else could he piss? The middle of Billy’s bed maybe? Then Billy’s voice wafted through the door.

Billy was singing. Billy was singing in the shower.

It wasn’t as if he’d never heard Bill sing; he’d heard him plenty of times-- in little hums, or along with the radio, or full songs when no one else was around. This was different, this was …

Dom pressed his ear against the door.

“I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine”

Christ. Since when was Billy a Vast fan? Since when did his voice fucking purr like that? Christ.

“I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I’m pretty when I lie”

Dom licked his lips and pressed his hand out flat against the door. He could feel the heat creeping up through his belly to rest in his cheeks. His other hand butterflied its way down his bare stomach until it found its way through his boxers, just lightly holding.

Bill’s voice stilled inside and Dom withdrew his hand, bringing it up to scrub over his face. Am I really going to stand here and perv over my mate? When Billy started singing again, he got his answer.

“I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry”

Dom’s hand had found its way to his dick again and in turn his dick had found its way to his hand. When the fuck did I get hard? When had Billy started moaning the lyrics? When did I cracked open the door?

Dom could see Billy’s slight form standing under the stream of water, one hand bracing himself up as the other stroked at a quick pace on his cock. The words were falling from his lips in a slightly choked, deep lusty brogue, eyes closed tight.

“I didn’t want to hurt you
Didn’t want to hurt you
But you’re pretty when you cry”

Dom watched the tightening and flex of the muscles in his bicep and forearm as he jerked himself off; the twitch of his pecks on an exceptionally good pull; his own fingers matching Billy’s rhythm.

“You're made of my sin
And I can tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins

I didn’t want to hurt you…”

And Billy was cumming with those words on his lips. Dom was caught off guard by it but thought he trapped his moan before it passed his lips. He was wrong.

Billy’s eyes snapped open and fixed on his before he could close the door the small fraction he had it open. He could see blackened jade staring into him. Fuck.

Dom shut the door quickly. Fuck. He was turning to walk away when the bathroom door swung opened and he was thrown face first against the wall, his left arm twisted harshly behind him.

“Fuck. Billy, mate. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Didn’t mean to what, Dominic?” Billy hissed at him, his grip tightening around his wrist. “What exactly did you mean to do? Eh, Dominic?”

“I… Fuck, Bills that hurts.” Dom choked, face smashed to the wall.

“I’m sure it does. I don’t mind so much though.” Dom could feel the water from Billy’s body rubbing into his own, feel it soaking into his boxers… “You like to watch, do you Dommie?” he snaked his free hand between Dom’s body and the wall, making Dom hiss involuntarily. “Aye, I think you do.”

“Bill don’t. Really I didn’t… I was… you were…” he couldn’t seem to find the words. What the fuck was going on here?
“Don’t what Dom? Don’t do this…” he wrapped his wet hand around Dom’s cock and stroked. “Fine then.” Billy bit and let his cock drop with a harsh quickness, making Dom cry out.

“Did you like what you saw, Dommie?” he asked, gently petting Dom’s hair, keeping his arm painfully pinned.

“Bill, I don’t…” Dom stuttered.

Billy grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked his head back growling in his ear, “I said, ‘Did you like what you saw, Dommie?’” giving the shell of his ear a quick darting lick.

“Yes.” Dom moaned.

“Good.” With that Billy released his hold and walked the short distance to his room and shut the door, leaving Dom to stand there stunned, hard and purple imprints already forming on his wrists.