monaboyd: "Promises You Don't Keep"

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Promises You Don't Keep
PG-13
Billy/Hannah/Dom

Dedicated to __sarah, because she always brings the Hannah-love.


Billy can remember a time when things were a lot less complicated, but that was before Dom. Before Hannah.

Before they both captured him, looking so beautiful together like no two people should.

It was about the power. The power they could hold over Billy or, at least, the power they thought they held over him.

They were all Billy’s choices really.

A touch here. A kiss there. He watched. He watched and waited in the shadows. Then he’d take them. Billy’s own pleasure mingled with theirs so much so that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t stop.

He’d lose control before it was all over.

This game that they played, the one Billy had started, was becoming dangerous.

He finds Dom outside his door, half dressed, betrayal plainly written on his face.

Billy thinks that, on Dom, betrayal looks delicious and he has to taste it. Taste the pain that Dom has coating his lips.

“Was it real?” Dom asks him, finally pushing Billy away but holding the collar of his shirt firmly.

“Was anything ever real between us, Dom?” Billy asks calmly.

“She was.” Dom spits back at him, infuriated by his nonchalance. “And you sent her away.”

Billy scoffs. “I didn’t send anyone away. Hannah’s gone. She left.”

Then Dom punches him. Hard. Knocking his head back and Billy’s too surprised to do anything right away.

Dom slumps against the wall. He bites his lower lip, arms immediately going out to brace himself.

“What kind of game are we playing now?” Billy asks, rubbing his jaw absently.