happy monday!

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the results of the all-request monaboyd pr0n-drop fest are in. some of them actually got a bit longer than “drops,” but eh. i’m sure it’s not minded.

all are NC-17. warnings for individual ones follow.

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for zahz87, who requested pimping!monaboyd. 404 words. angsty.



It had started as a joke. Dom had announced in a somewhat drunken stupor that he always wanted to know what it was like to be a whore. The obligatory joking had followed (“Not to far from the truth, eh?” “You’d look horrible in fishnets.”), and Billy wasn’t one to hold back on a chance to take the piss out of his friend. And then Dom had looked right at him, with that cocky smirk, and that “just-guess-if-I’m-joking” look in his eyes, and announced that Billy could be his pimp.

Which resulted in some more catcalls, and laughter, and Billy chuckling nervously, and Dom sitting on his lap and running his fingers along the back of his neck. So Billy decided to play along with it, you know, just for kicks, because he had been drinking too, and rather liked Dom’s attention.

On retrospect, it was obvious that if anyone was going to instigate, it was going to be Viggo, who had an already tentative grasp on reality without alcohol, and he had glanced over at the two of them, and arched an eyebrow at Billy, nodding in Dom’s direction. The Scot glanced at Dom, (It’s a joke, right?) who just smirked again, kissed Billy on the cheek, and followed Viggo to the loo.

When Billy walked in a few minutes later, part of him already knew what he’d find.

His mate was on his knees on the tile, hands gripping Viggo’s jeans as the other man fucked his mouth, a hand on the back of Dom’s head, groaning as he thrust. All Billy could do was watch Dom’s lips work his cock, hear him whimper as Viggo’s thrusts became more erratic, balls slapping against his chin. Then a groan, and the older man wrenched Dom’s head back, thrusting deep into his throat, one word hissed, “Swallow.”

Viggo didn’t say anything to Billy as he passed, just nodded to him as he fastened his jeans, walking back out to the pub and leaving Dom coughing on the floor. Billy didn’t move as the Brit finally stood, spitting into the sink, splashing water onto his face.

“What else do you want me to do?” Dom asked quietly, eyes downcast from Billy’s in the mirror.

Billy stepped forward, cupping his mate’s chin and forcing him to look, and said, “Forgive me.”

Billy pressed his lips to Dom’s forehead, his fingers caught the tears as they ran down Dom’s cheek.


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for mrs_silmarwen and nakeno, who requested sex in forest surroundings. viva la trees! 216 words.



Billy’s breath trembled as he pushed inside Dom, the earthy smell of dirt and leaves mixing with the spice of his friend’s sweat and becoming something intoxicating. It was too perfect to rush this, it felt too good and Dom was just too beautiful, spread out on the blanket of their clothes, lips parted and eyes glinting in the moonlight.

There was something else, some ancient, magical quality to it. Billy could almost see the heat and the energy radiating off their bodies; the feel of Dom’s skin and breath was frightening in it’s familiarity. They held each other tight as they moved, moans and sighs mixing with the noises of evening, building to a crescendo that threatened to destroy Billy with it’s force. It was primal and ethereal, and it was so right, so fucking perfect.

“Dom,” he gasped, and he felt a hand brushing against his hair, fingers tracing his sweat. “Do you...?”

“Yeah,” Dom whispered, breath coming more rapidly, “I feel it.”

Billy turned his face to Dom’s palm, sobbing his orgasm, his body shaking with relief and anxiety and love, and he felt Dom shiver underneath him, felt the wetness of his come against his stomach.

The normal sounds of the night resumed as they lay together, glowing and peaceful.


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for kashmir1, who requested quite a bit, actually, but it’s okay, as i enjoyed writing it. sub!dom eyeliner and german, and the phrases in bold. 540 words.



Billy loved catching Dom by surprise. Usually, it was the younger man that would spring a trap when Billy least expected it, leaning close to him at an event, whispering filthy things in German into Billy’s ear (and even though Billy didn’t speak the language, he just knew they had to be filthy, as Dom was no other way), getting him hot in front of cameras and press people (who followed them everywhere, honestly, there’s more important things in the world to cover than their relationship) and not being able to do anything until they got home, or until they found an empty bathroom with a good, secure lock.

But occasionally, Billy would be the one in charge, the one that made Dom sweat with anticipation.

Dom came home from a script meeting, a sheaf of papers clutched in his hand, looking both weary and sultry in the eyeliner that he was fond of wearing lately. He shut the door and took two steps into the room before stopping still, catching sight of Billy sitting in his armchair, fixing Dom with a predatory look that made his cock instantly twitch.

“Strip,” Billy commanded, using the tone that warned not to argue.

Dom dropped his script and did what he was told, toeing off his trainers and kicking his jeans to the side, shirt following soon after.

When he had finished, Billy took a moment to appraise him silently, then said, “Come here.”

Sinking to his knees, Dom’s eyes flashed hunger, and his hands moved to Billy’s jeans, black nails running up his thighs until Billy reached down and grabbed his hands.

“Just your mouth, Dommeh,” he said. Dom’s hands obediently moved to the side, and Billy unzipped his own jeans and freed his already hard cock. He stifled a moan as Dom licked his lips and took him in one smooth motion, marveling at his lover’s skillful mouth, hot and wet with that insanely lewd tongue stroking around and around his cock.

And Billy knew that Dom loved it just as much, loved the feel of Billy’s full cock in his mouth, loved the taste and smell of his sex, loved giving Billy this pleasure. He loved feeling the wet, hot explosion of Billy’s come in his mouth, and was trying to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible to get that feeling, but Billy was the one in charge, and he was going to get what he wanted.

As he felt his orgasm begin to build, he pulled Dom’s head back with one hand and used the other to stroke himself hard, staring at Dom’s pleading expression and wet, full lips, hearing Dom’s “yeah, Billy, come on,” in that nice accent, thick with sex, and Billy let go, groaning as his come shot all over Dom’s parted lips, his chin. Dom was moaning and licking his lips and Jesus, he fucking loved it when Dom let him do that.

So lost was Billy in his orgasm, that he failed to notice the feral glint in Dom’s eyes, and realized only when he was pulled out of the chair and pushed face-first onto the carpet that he should be used to surprises by now.



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for niku2, who requested nasty things with tongues. hence, rimming. 288 words.



“Dommeh, yes, please,” Billy chanted, arching up as lips moved across his hip, tongue sliding into the crease above his leg. The treacherous mouth moved lower, teeth grazing over Billy’s inner thigh, teasing the base of his cock with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Billy moaned. “More.”

“More?” Dom’s lips against Billy’s cock, tongue swirling around the head.

“Yesss,” the Scot moaned, hands clenched in sheets, body shaking. Dom responded by moving lower, teasing his lover’s balls with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth.

Billy groaned again, arching his hips higher, Dom’s hands sliding under and gripping his ass, holding him up as his lips parted over the smooth skin behind Billy’s balls, tracing small circles as his lover gasped with each flick of Dom’s tongue.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Billy chanted, head thrashing on the pillow.

“More?” Dom asked. Billy felt hot breath against his entrance, felt the barest brush of lips. And this should be wrong, but Christ, it felt too fucking good, he didn’t want Dom to stop.

“Please, please, please, go-,” he gasped, and then he couldn’t breathe. Dom’s tongue just-barely tracing his hole, and fuck all, Billy’s never knew he was that sensitive there. And then Dominic’s wonderful, hot mouth covered him, and he was getting fucked with Dom’s fucking tongue, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt, and he was screaming and writhing, thrusting down to meet it, and it was too fucking much, he was coming just from this, untouched and wailing Dom’s name.

Dom released the grip on his hips, raised his head to look at Billy’s amazed expression. “Good,” he whispered, and lapped at the head of his softening cock.


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for whyspir, who suggested bondage fic with more sub!dom. 217 words.



The leather cuffs on his wrists were tight enough to bite, but not enough to make him lose feeling in his hands. The whisper of lips against his skin was enough to make him groan in anticipation, yet the scratch of nails across his back didn’t appease his need. The sting of the belt was hard enough to make him cry out, but with each slap, he craved more. When the first finger pressed inside, it was careful enough to reassure, but forceful enough to make him arch his body and beg for more. The sweet curses from behind him, the angle of Billy’s thrust, the feeling of being fucked hard was too much and not enough at once, and he didn’t know whether to beg for more or beg to be let go.

The force of Dom’s orgasm had him seeing stars, but with his face in the pillow, he couldn’t see his lover’s expression as he came, something so beautiful that it was almost painful to have withheld. It was only after he was released, and his wrists were being soothed with kisses, that he could see the love in Billy’s eyes that would remain through the next day. Dark, hungry looks were more suited for night.

There was always a balance.


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for loadedsixstring, who requested make-up sex. so, i had to come up with the argument. i thought it was a good one. written as a dialogue fic, just to twist things up a bit. 197 words.



“Oh Jesus, yes, Billy...”

“Yeah, fuck yes...”

“Feel so good, oh my god...”

“Ah fuck...”

“Harder, Christ, fuck me harder, Billy...”

“Ahh, yeah, you fuckin’ like eht hard, don’t yeh?”

“Shit, fuck...”

“Like mah cock inside yeh, like eht when Ah fuck yah sah hard yeh see stars?”

“Oh my God, yes...”

“Like this... Christ... Sah fuckin’ tight, Dommeh...“

“Ah, ah, Billy, fuck, ah, fuck, gonna come, make me come, Billy...”

“Yeah, wanna see yeh, Dommeh, wanna watch yeh...”

“Shit, shit, ah, ah, ah, aahhhhhh Billy!”

“Mmm, God, sah good, fuck, yesss!”

“Ohh...”

“Yeah...”

“Fuck...”

“Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“Ah’m sorry.”

“So I gathered.”

“Yeah. And eht’s true, this is ah right comfy couch.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.”

“Should’na sold the other one first, though.”

“Yeah. Silly me for thinking you’d like something new.”

“Eht’s not tha ‘new’ that bothers meh, eht’s the purple.”

“But you like it now.”

“Well, eht is larger than tha last one.”

“And that’s good, right?”

“Think we’ve already demonstrated that, Dom.”

“Well, I’m not convinced.”

“Hmm. Ah suppose more thorough tests are needed.”

“Yeah, we’ve got to be really quite sure.”


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and for myself, dammit, who wants sub!billy and kiltkink. 297 words.



The beautiful thing about kilts, really, was that you didn’t really need to mess around with clothing for a good shag; you could just lift and go, so to speak. Dom knew that Billy, as proud as he was of his Scottish heritage, also wore it partly to entice Dom to those means. Therefore, he was in a perpetual state of arousal whenever Billy wore it. Dom loved the thought that he could just bend Billy over anything and have at him in less than two seconds.

Because more than he loved kilts, Dom loved fucking Billy. Loved watching him get that so-sweet pleading look as he thrust, loved hearing all the little whimpers and moans his lover would make, loved how Billy’s back would arch when Dom hit the perfect angle. Dom loved to make Billy beg for it, teasing him with one finger, and then another, driving Billy mad with arousal, until he finally cried out, “Fuckin’ hell, jus’ fuck meh, dammit.”

Which is just what Dom was currently doing, giving Billy the nice, hard thrusts that he knew he craved. Billy’s hands were over his head, gripping the headboard tight, moaning as Dom rode him into the mattress, one leg bent and the other on Dom’s shoulder. Billy’s kilt was thrown up around his stomach, hard cock jutting up to his stomach and as red as the tartan. Dom shifted and stroked him in short, quick strokes, biting the inside of his knee as Billy arched and came, spurting all over Dom’s hand, staining his kilt, making Dom groan and follow, thrusting deep once more, and then collapsing on top of his lover.

When Billy finally caught his breath, he said, “Eht’s yaer turn ta pay for the cleaning bill.”

Dom just smiled.


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thanks to all who played, and be sure to tune in for the next round. :P