Banana Split

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Title: Banana Split (1 of 2)
Author: ceartas
Pairing: BB/DM (duh.)
Rating: R for language and sexual innuendo.
Summary: PWP, sequel to "Ice Cream".
Disclaimer: Uh, pretty sure it's not true. (And the movie quotes in italics are not mine...some of you should recognize them from "Reservoir Dogs".)
Feedback: Will get you some vanilla ice cream all of your own to use in any way your little heart desires.
Beta: Smashingly wonderful Sarah, nickelsandcoats
A/N: Ok, so "Ice Cream", which can be found HERE, was based on a true story. I used creative license and wrote what I thought might have happened. Then I wondered what might have taken place *after* Dom got let out of closet. This is the result, in two parts.






It was silent when Billy let himself back into the house. He grinned to himself, figuring that Dom was probably planning payback while he sat in the closet. This was fine with him; Billy enjoyed the on-going prank war they had because sometimes it was more fun than the pranks they planned together. He tip-toed to the closet and pressed his ear against the door, listening for any type of sound coming from the other side. He bit his lip to suppress a chuckle and backed up a few steps. The distinct sound of snoring vibrated throughout the closet. So much for the notion that Dom was conspiring against him. He’d obviously gotten so bored sitting in there that he had fallen asleep instead. Billy stepped forward again and quietly unlocked the door, then turned and walked into the kitchen to get himself a spoon for his ice cream. Vanilla ice cream.

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Mr. White was holding a very bloody Mr. Orange in his arms and talking softly to him when Billy felt the couch sag on his right side.

“I’d hold ya and talk to ya softly if you were dyin’” Dom said, though his eyes never left the television screen.

Billy didn’t quite know what to say to that, so he said nothing and kept his eyes on the screen as well. What exactly does one say to one’s best mate after one has locked said best mate in a closet for almost an hour? And said mate’s first words upon coming out of the closet basically mean that you’re forgiven?

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you the right kind of ice cream, Bills.” He continued.

Billy still said nothing and kept his gaze on the television, but he passed the ice cream and his spoon to Dom. Dom grinned and grabbed at it greedily, knowing that Billy wasn’t angry and probably hadn’t been in the first place. He was just being a prick and it was inevitable that Dom would, sooner rather than later, get him back for it.

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“You’ve got ice cream on your chin.” Dom stated, an amused smirk playing at his lips.

Billy dipped his index finger into the container and placed a dot on Dom’s nose, “And you’ve got some on your nose, what do you think about that?”

“I think it looks better on you.”

“Of course it does, I’m better looking than you are.” Billy retorted smugly.

“If by ‘better looking’, you mean ‘prettier’, then yes. I’ll agree to that. You’re much more feminine than I am.”

Billy cocked an eyebrow in Dom’s direction but said nothing, as Eddie had just tackled Vic to the floor. Dom shrugged and turned his attention back to Eddie and Vic rolling around fighting and cussing at each other. Suddenly he felt a thwack on the side of his head.

“Hey!” he protested, rubbing the spot gingerly, “what was that for?”

“For calling me a woman.”

“If the shoe fits, Billy-boy…” Dom didn’t get any further with that thought because Billy launched himself across the sofa. Dom landed hard on the floor with a tangled mess of Billy-arms and legs flying in all directions.

“You tried to fuck me in my father's office, you sick bastard. Look, Vic, whatever you wanna do in the privacy of your own home, go do it. But don't try to fuck me. I don't think of you that way. I mean, I like you a lot…”

“Eddie, if I was a pirate, I wouldn't throw you to the crew.”

“What the hell are you doin’, Bill? If you want into my pants so badly, why don’t you just ask nicely?”

“HA! I wouldn’t want ta get into your pants if’n you begged me!”

“No, you'd keep me for yourself. Four years fuckin’ punks in the ass made you appreciate prime rib when you get it.”

“I might break you, Nice Guy, but I'd make you my dog's bitch. You'd be suckin’ the dick and going down on a mangy T-bone hound.”

“I’m not so sure ‘bout that, you had your hands in some very compromising places.”

“And I’ll bet you liked it too, you horny bastard!”

“I’m the horny bastard? You’re the one that jumped me!” Dom scoffed indignantly.

But instead of responding with a smart-ass comment, Billy started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Dom demanded.

“You’re covered in ice cream, wanker.”

“So are you, and whose fault is that anyway?” Dom retorted, “Twat.”

Billy shrugged and swiped ice cream off Dom’s shirt, then licked his finger, “Still tastes alright, though.”

“You’re completely off your nut, you know that?”

“Can’t let the ice cream go to waste, now can I?”