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Title: Music!AU
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened, being it's an alternate universe and all.
Summary: It's Billy as a rockstar, and Dom as his fanatic fan groupie-type guy. Things happen, and Billy sings.
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8
Of all the times that Billy has wished he could throttle Orlando, this latest spat over his final performance on the tour is the…well, latest. Billy had thought that the concert in Lisbon was supposed to be his last.
“No, mate, you’re on fire. They want you in Manchester again at the same hall, it’s going to be bloody brilliant!” Orlando had raved on the phone. Billy had rolled his eyes while drifting back to his memories of Manchester outside of concert halls and lyrics. He had bitten down on his lip, because at those memories there is the extra hint of guilt that goes with it towards Dominic.
Billy cannot lie anymore. He had seen him at the concerts, had commissioned someone on his staff to take pictures. Billy forgets how many nights he spent with Polaroids in one hand, and his other hand on his cock. He’s hissed with that pent-up desire for so many nights, and then he had to go and fuck things up when he had every chance to have exactly what he wanted.
And now there were feelings.
He is lost, he had lost. There’s no way that Billy is going to be the one to go searching the continent for Dom. It’s not what he’s good at. Billy’s talents lie in looking broody and seductive at the same time while he pens down lyrics for his next album.
Except he can’t do that when he has to perform an additional show, now can he?
He curses Orlando one more time before getting back to the preparation for the show (a task he always does alone, because he doesn’t trust people not to truss him up in feather boas, and unsightly blush and eyeshadow). Billy’s fallen into the habit of only trusting himself.
“Fat lot of good that’s done me,” he mutters to himself, as he strains to hear the usual roar of the crowd to the sounds of some band that’s opening for him.
Instead, he hears strange silence.
Billy is frightened, because every step he takes towards the stage is echoed, loud, and the only sound he hears. It’s not natural, it’s not normal, and yes, this too is all Orlando’s fault. Billy finds life gets much easier when he shoves the blame for all his problems off to his manager, he thinks with a fond smile.
He hesitates for only a minute before he stands in the curtains and it’s still silent.
Before he goes out, his brain flickers once more to Dom, and then he forgets…and he steps out to the blinding lights and the utter silence.
***
“What’s going on?” Billy asks aloud as he walks onto the stage. There’s nothing there but a microphone. None of his backup musicians are there, none of the amps, or any of the special effects have been set up. He squints into the lights and tries to see out into the audience. “Is this a joke?”
He pauses and rolls his eyes.
“Orlando?”
“No.”
It’s just one word, but it’s got enough force behind it to freeze Billy in place. It’s also enough for Billy to recognize whom the voice belongs to. He closes his eyes and gives a very small smile (one that is hidden to anyone who doesn’t know where to look for it). He gives a quiet laugh, and steps up to the microphone, turning it on, and feeling a pleased rush go through him when he sees that it works.
He pauses a moment and thinks of what to say, what to do, and he settles for what he’s good at.
He sings.
“I’m sorry for the things I’ve done,” Billy sings quietly, the words are something that’s been running through his brain lately. He’s been trying to commit them to paper – quite unsuccessfully, because he never seems to finish. He tilts his head and tries to look in the direction his voice came from. “But it’s no good to love me, because I’m acid, I’m poison, I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had come to life.”
He closes his eyes and gives in to the lyrics streaming through his brain. “But I’ll possess you, I’ll control your thoughts, I’ll be with you until the end of time when you wish for nothing more than one more kiss from my lips.”
There is still only silence.
“I’m addictive, and I’ll ruin your system. I’ll burn my way to your heart, and that’s where I’ll stay. The things I’ll do to you, you’ll never know, you’ll never have imagined it, but you’ll wish for them in the deepest parts of your heart.”
He listens to his heart and finally finds the last line.
“Only because you ask for it, only because you invite me in.”
There is still silence, except that Billy thinks he can hear the footfalls of shoes now. And then he swears he can see a shadow coming up onto the stage. Soon, that shadow turns into Dom’s figure and Billy turns to look at him.
“I convinced Orlando to get you here,” Dom apologizes. “He was quite willing to help me.”
“How?” Billy narrows one eyebrow. “Why?”
“I told him that it would get you to stop whinging,” Dom says with a hint of a smile. “That seemed to do the trick.”
“Didn’t you say you were done chasing me?” Billy asks quietly as Dom takes closer steps to him.
“You’re not running,” Dom points out. “From where I’m looking, you’re standing still.”
“You’ve got a good point,” Billy acknowledges, and Dom stops when he is standing only an arm’s reach away from Billy. They stand there breathing, and Billy is unsure of what’s going to happen, and strangely enough, he is unsure -- a state he has not been in for too long.
“Billy Boyd,” Dom says in a hushed voice, “why do you have those pictures of me?”
“I saw you,” Billy explains slowly, “I wanted you. Sometimes, I even sang and all I could think of was you.”
“Billy Boyd,” Dom says, and it’s just a statement.
“Yes?” Billy responds.
“You can have me,” Dom simply responds, and holds out his arms.
“Just remember,” Billy takes a tiny step closer, and whispers into Dom’s ears, “you invited me in.”
And Dom grins.
END
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened, being it's an alternate universe and all.
Summary: It's Billy as a rockstar, and Dom as his fanatic fan groupie-type guy. Things happen, and Billy sings.
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8
Of all the times that Billy has wished he could throttle Orlando, this latest spat over his final performance on the tour is the…well, latest. Billy had thought that the concert in Lisbon was supposed to be his last.
“No, mate, you’re on fire. They want you in Manchester again at the same hall, it’s going to be bloody brilliant!” Orlando had raved on the phone. Billy had rolled his eyes while drifting back to his memories of Manchester outside of concert halls and lyrics. He had bitten down on his lip, because at those memories there is the extra hint of guilt that goes with it towards Dominic.
Billy cannot lie anymore. He had seen him at the concerts, had commissioned someone on his staff to take pictures. Billy forgets how many nights he spent with Polaroids in one hand, and his other hand on his cock. He’s hissed with that pent-up desire for so many nights, and then he had to go and fuck things up when he had every chance to have exactly what he wanted.
And now there were feelings.
He is lost, he had lost. There’s no way that Billy is going to be the one to go searching the continent for Dom. It’s not what he’s good at. Billy’s talents lie in looking broody and seductive at the same time while he pens down lyrics for his next album.
Except he can’t do that when he has to perform an additional show, now can he?
He curses Orlando one more time before getting back to the preparation for the show (a task he always does alone, because he doesn’t trust people not to truss him up in feather boas, and unsightly blush and eyeshadow). Billy’s fallen into the habit of only trusting himself.
“Fat lot of good that’s done me,” he mutters to himself, as he strains to hear the usual roar of the crowd to the sounds of some band that’s opening for him.
Instead, he hears strange silence.
Billy is frightened, because every step he takes towards the stage is echoed, loud, and the only sound he hears. It’s not natural, it’s not normal, and yes, this too is all Orlando’s fault. Billy finds life gets much easier when he shoves the blame for all his problems off to his manager, he thinks with a fond smile.
He hesitates for only a minute before he stands in the curtains and it’s still silent.
Before he goes out, his brain flickers once more to Dom, and then he forgets…and he steps out to the blinding lights and the utter silence.
***
“What’s going on?” Billy asks aloud as he walks onto the stage. There’s nothing there but a microphone. None of his backup musicians are there, none of the amps, or any of the special effects have been set up. He squints into the lights and tries to see out into the audience. “Is this a joke?”
He pauses and rolls his eyes.
“Orlando?”
“No.”
It’s just one word, but it’s got enough force behind it to freeze Billy in place. It’s also enough for Billy to recognize whom the voice belongs to. He closes his eyes and gives a very small smile (one that is hidden to anyone who doesn’t know where to look for it). He gives a quiet laugh, and steps up to the microphone, turning it on, and feeling a pleased rush go through him when he sees that it works.
He pauses a moment and thinks of what to say, what to do, and he settles for what he’s good at.
He sings.
“I’m sorry for the things I’ve done,” Billy sings quietly, the words are something that’s been running through his brain lately. He’s been trying to commit them to paper – quite unsuccessfully, because he never seems to finish. He tilts his head and tries to look in the direction his voice came from. “But it’s no good to love me, because I’m acid, I’m poison, I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had come to life.”
He closes his eyes and gives in to the lyrics streaming through his brain. “But I’ll possess you, I’ll control your thoughts, I’ll be with you until the end of time when you wish for nothing more than one more kiss from my lips.”
There is still only silence.
“I’m addictive, and I’ll ruin your system. I’ll burn my way to your heart, and that’s where I’ll stay. The things I’ll do to you, you’ll never know, you’ll never have imagined it, but you’ll wish for them in the deepest parts of your heart.”
He listens to his heart and finally finds the last line.
“Only because you ask for it, only because you invite me in.”
There is still silence, except that Billy thinks he can hear the footfalls of shoes now. And then he swears he can see a shadow coming up onto the stage. Soon, that shadow turns into Dom’s figure and Billy turns to look at him.
“I convinced Orlando to get you here,” Dom apologizes. “He was quite willing to help me.”
“How?” Billy narrows one eyebrow. “Why?”
“I told him that it would get you to stop whinging,” Dom says with a hint of a smile. “That seemed to do the trick.”
“Didn’t you say you were done chasing me?” Billy asks quietly as Dom takes closer steps to him.
“You’re not running,” Dom points out. “From where I’m looking, you’re standing still.”
“You’ve got a good point,” Billy acknowledges, and Dom stops when he is standing only an arm’s reach away from Billy. They stand there breathing, and Billy is unsure of what’s going to happen, and strangely enough, he is unsure -- a state he has not been in for too long.
“Billy Boyd,” Dom says in a hushed voice, “why do you have those pictures of me?”
“I saw you,” Billy explains slowly, “I wanted you. Sometimes, I even sang and all I could think of was you.”
“Billy Boyd,” Dom says, and it’s just a statement.
“Yes?” Billy responds.
“You can have me,” Dom simply responds, and holds out his arms.
“Just remember,” Billy takes a tiny step closer, and whispers into Dom’s ears, “you invited me in.”
And Dom grins.
END
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sorry, i digress
now back to your regularly schedule *wibble*
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i wouldn't run away either
ok, it's late
*cheers* for a good ending
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Thanks for reading! :)
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we all know i like rockstar fics >.>so, just <33333From:
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thank you for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed!
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“You can have me,” Dom simply responds, and holds out his arms.
::wants Dom::
fantastic fic!
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Thanks for reading :)
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It's official, I cannot stay away from the RPS.
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Heh, thanks for reading :)
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Thank you for reading.
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“You’re not running,” Dom points out. “From where I’m looking, you’re standing still.”
*wibble*
*double wibble*
The lovely AU is over? B-But! It was so good! It can't end! *denial*
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Thanks for reading.
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Thank you for the kind words, and I'm glad it was enjoyed (also, Billy!voice=GUH!)
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Thanks for reading, and for the kind words :)
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I just loved it. RockStar Billy, well, just ROCKS.
I loved the details and your imagery. When you wrote of him "fucking the audience with his voice" I positively whimpered! I've always believed Billy's voice held that kind of sexual power and it amazed me to see someone actually write that.
I'm just sorry it's all over. Thanks for sharing it.