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nakeno.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 6th, 2004 12:17 am)This post is incognito: Chat-based RPG of sorts. Unfortunately my f-list has like...lives... and stuff. The bastards. So I thought I'd plea to this community since it'll be mostly Monaboyd/Lotrips-centric when if (hope springs eternal, no?) it ever gets off the ground. Details here. I'd really appreciate any interested parties/suggestions. =)
Now for legality:
Title: Just This Side
Rating: PG-13...?
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Summary: Billy has his arms about him, but he is not holding him.
Disclaimer: This is about as real as my cat's love for bath time. ...I have scars.
Author's notes: This was basically written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kick_flaw after unanimous Charlie droolage. Wasn't going to post it but wonderful encouragement from ceartas ("Post it! I COMMAND YOU!") and kick_flaw herself ("POST IT YOU IDIOT") convinced me otherwise. Thanks, girls, you're peaches. =)
Beta: None. All bullshit courtesy of me.
Warnings: AU, drugs, needles, poor lighting. Suddenly I just can't DO happy. WTF?
Feedback: All right, but just a little bit before dinner.
Author's notes II: Alternatively, you can insert Charlie from Lost in Dom's place and the 'Loan Shark' (spiffy character name, that one) from Urban Ghost Story in Billy's place to make yourself more comfortable with what goes on here. I did. But the names of the characters within have been changed forposting rules the safety of those involved.
The light of the sole lamp is pallid and murky. The nightstand is sticky with a filmy residue that Dom would rather not know the source of.
The mattress sags and creaks when he adjusts his half-curled form in its center. He can feel himself sink, feel the crunch of broken springs under cloth and jeans. There's a smell here. Chemical and dark. Like the itch under his skin.
"Should have known better... you really should have."
The voice is Scottish breezes mated with oil and shuttered, condemned buildings. Everything Dom doesn't want--need--to hear.
Tick of metal on metal. So soft, so light. Could have missed it if you hadn't been listening for it. Would have. But Dom didn't. Never does.
Billy is speaking again, quietly now. As if to himself.
"But that's behind us, now, anyway... Behind us."
The strip of rubber about Dom's bicep pinches when he fidgets slightly. Tiny, pin-prick sensations that travel up his arm and neck to scatter out over his scalp. It's just on the edge of unpleasant. So he does it again.
Clatter of a spoon. Whispery, out-of-place sound of sandals as they move over carpet.
Dom feels sweat on his upper lip, feels his muscles contract and release. He has the urge to run, to move, to recoil, to fight, to cry until his eyes bleed, to toss his head back and laugh and laugh until his face is red, until his sides are stitched, until there's no other option but to choke from the lack of air.
He does nothing.
Spindle fingers on his shoulder. The bed aches, protests-- and Billy's bare arms graze purposefully against Dom's, brushing the tan rubber. There's the scattering prickles again. This time Dom shivers.
Billy has his arms about him, but he is not holding him.
Cool touch in the crook of Dominic's arm: searching for lesser bruises. Only has to press twice to find it. Practice, after all, is the road to perfection. Or at least efficiency.
Billy's chin on his shoulder, Billy's arm curling across his front, Billy's chest at his back. Hot, cold, hard, soft, everything, nothing.
His world narrows, snap-focus: careening down to contain nothing but the sweet-sharp pierce of metal.
Dom's breathing stutters, stalls out in his chest with a slight jerk. Billy's free hand is cupping his elbow, knuckles in the underbelly of his forearm, cradling the syringe in his palm while holding Dom's arm still. Holding him.
He chews a whimper, chews his lip, squirms as the needle retracts.
His body shudders, twists, leg muscles twitch as he shifts, arching back against Billy dumbly, blindly. He can hear the entire ocean in his ears.
"Shhh-shh-shhh," Billy murmurs against the sweaty fan of hair at his temple. Petting him, touching him. Smoothing back his fringe from his brow and snapping the rubber from Dom's arm.
Rush of blood to his tingling fingers like the rush of everything good to his brain.
Static on all frequencies, the throb of his slowed heartbeat in the skin of his lips. The room blurs, goes grey about the edges some-- and Dom feels the curl of Billy's lips against his skin.
Razor-sharp.
Warm.
And just this side of sane.
Dom's eyelashes flutter and he smiles too.
Just this side of perfect.
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Now for legality:
Title: Just This Side
Rating: PG-13...?
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Summary: Billy has his arms about him, but he is not holding him.
Disclaimer: This is about as real as my cat's love for bath time. ...I have scars.
Author's notes: This was basically written for
kick_flaw after unanimous Charlie droolage. Wasn't going to post it but wonderful encouragement from ceartas ("Post it! I COMMAND YOU!") and kick_flaw herself ("POST IT YOU IDIOT") convinced me otherwise. Thanks, girls, you're peaches. =) Beta: None. All bullshit courtesy of me.
Warnings: AU, drugs, needles, poor lighting. Suddenly I just can't DO happy. WTF?
Feedback: All right, but just a little bit before dinner.
Author's notes II: Alternatively, you can insert Charlie from Lost in Dom's place and the 'Loan Shark' (spiffy character name, that one) from Urban Ghost Story in Billy's place to make yourself more comfortable with what goes on here. I did. But the names of the characters within have been changed for
The light of the sole lamp is pallid and murky. The nightstand is sticky with a filmy residue that Dom would rather not know the source of.
The mattress sags and creaks when he adjusts his half-curled form in its center. He can feel himself sink, feel the crunch of broken springs under cloth and jeans. There's a smell here. Chemical and dark. Like the itch under his skin.
"Should have known better... you really should have."
The voice is Scottish breezes mated with oil and shuttered, condemned buildings. Everything Dom doesn't want--need--to hear.
Tick of metal on metal. So soft, so light. Could have missed it if you hadn't been listening for it. Would have. But Dom didn't. Never does.
Billy is speaking again, quietly now. As if to himself.
"But that's behind us, now, anyway... Behind us."
The strip of rubber about Dom's bicep pinches when he fidgets slightly. Tiny, pin-prick sensations that travel up his arm and neck to scatter out over his scalp. It's just on the edge of unpleasant. So he does it again.
Clatter of a spoon. Whispery, out-of-place sound of sandals as they move over carpet.
Dom feels sweat on his upper lip, feels his muscles contract and release. He has the urge to run, to move, to recoil, to fight, to cry until his eyes bleed, to toss his head back and laugh and laugh until his face is red, until his sides are stitched, until there's no other option but to choke from the lack of air.
He does nothing.
Spindle fingers on his shoulder. The bed aches, protests-- and Billy's bare arms graze purposefully against Dom's, brushing the tan rubber. There's the scattering prickles again. This time Dom shivers.
Billy has his arms about him, but he is not holding him.
Cool touch in the crook of Dominic's arm: searching for lesser bruises. Only has to press twice to find it. Practice, after all, is the road to perfection. Or at least efficiency.
Billy's chin on his shoulder, Billy's arm curling across his front, Billy's chest at his back. Hot, cold, hard, soft, everything, nothing.
His world narrows, snap-focus: careening down to contain nothing but the sweet-sharp pierce of metal.
Dom's breathing stutters, stalls out in his chest with a slight jerk. Billy's free hand is cupping his elbow, knuckles in the underbelly of his forearm, cradling the syringe in his palm while holding Dom's arm still. Holding him.
He chews a whimper, chews his lip, squirms as the needle retracts.
His body shudders, twists, leg muscles twitch as he shifts, arching back against Billy dumbly, blindly. He can hear the entire ocean in his ears.
"Shhh-shh-shhh," Billy murmurs against the sweaty fan of hair at his temple. Petting him, touching him. Smoothing back his fringe from his brow and snapping the rubber from Dom's arm.
Rush of blood to his tingling fingers like the rush of everything good to his brain.
Static on all frequencies, the throb of his slowed heartbeat in the skin of his lips. The room blurs, goes grey about the edges some-- and Dom feels the curl of Billy's lips against his skin.
Razor-sharp.
Warm.
And just this side of sane.
Dom's eyelashes flutter and he smiles too.
Just this side of perfect.
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But I got through it. Good job.
Wow, I miss [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]. One and a half more weeks to go until she comes back online.
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And me toooo! Aww. We were just getting to be AIM buddies and she had to go and like... move. *kicks stuff* Hopefully her move goes well.
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dude.
i don't know, man. that's all i can say. just. wow.
Razor-sharp.
Warm.
And just this side of sane.
Dom's eyelashes flutter and he smiles too.
Just this side of perfect.
oh you. you bad, bad thing. i thought my drug!kink would wear off. now you've brought it back. involuntary drug abuse. oh, oh dear.
so hot.*rocks back and forth in corner whilst sucking on thumb*
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You too?! *marvels* ...Didn't realize snorting heroine was supposed to look so
hothotincrediblyhot...odd. *eyes Charliewith lustaskance*involuntary drug abuse. It is a bit of all right in that 'WTF? you're going to hell' sort of way, no? =)
I too found it...
hotdisturbing. -_-Thank you, luffy. *makes you a bedsheet tent in your corner to do away with prying eyes* =D
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love pumpkin pie - thank you!
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*swaths you in warm blankets* ^_~
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thank you, lovely.
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Here's hoping life isn't being too unkind to you. ♥
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Yeah, maybe Billy's a bit too soft around the edges for it. Or maybe a bit too... sauve. Ole Loan Shark seemed to be a bumbling criminal at best. =D
Thank you for your comments. ♥
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*Guh*
I actually read it twice, once for each set of characters, and it feels very different depending on who you put there. I'm not sure which I like best. I think I'll have to read it again to decide :).
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*Guh* *cuddles you* =)
I actually read it twice, once for each set of characters, and it feels very different depending on who you put there. I'm not sure which I like best. I think I'll have to read it again to decide :).
You read it twice? *flushes!* Awww, thank you so much! You're so sweet. *huggles you delightedly* =)
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In fact, *adds to memories*
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*FLUSH*
... *GLOMPHUG* Thank you. You're so lovely. =) ♥♥♥
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*shivers*
Scary. But good.
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Thankyou. ♥
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Thank you. ♥
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*glomps*
I love you! I'd not read this -- obviously or I would have left an all-squeeing review! -- but was linked through
You wrote this just brilliantly! And I loved Billy has his arms about him, but he is not holding him. *glomps* That's just fabulous!
Though -- my favourite part was more because you astonished me more than anything else!
Rush of blood to his tingling fingers like the rush of everything good to his brain.
Because the blood does stop flowing and it does get all tingly and people just never seem to care! Never mention! And that line just drove it right home for me! =D
*ATTACKLEGLOMPS* You're brilliant =D
*hugs*
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*rejoices!* \o\ \o/ /o/
Never mention! And that line just drove it right home for me! =D
I'm glad the nail was in the details, luv. *squeezes you all sparkly like* =D
*dances about in a circle with you* (There really shouldn't be this much glomping and sparkly glittery over a fic so wrong!! *griggles*)
♥♥♥ x tres =D
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The ones that really get me are the ones that make me cry -- if I cried, that is =)
See -- something like "Billy's in love with Dom but can't tell him" hurts so much more than Death!fic or just general Pain!fic. I don't know -- I'm just weird like that =)
I really like these kinds of fics =D
*dances about in a circle with you*
*throws more sparkles into the circle*
*dances the night away*
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I have this like... Dom theory... about his personality and how I think he'd find that so frustrating almost to the point of self-hate. One day, I might actually be coherent enough to share it with you. =D Might make a fic of it, even, though the one birthday fic was... sort of what I meant. *rambling*
*dances the night away* Do you listen to techno at all? =D
BTW: You're supposed to hook me up with some
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You quoted L.A. Confidential!!!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *ATTACKLEGLOMPS*
=D
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*BASKSINTHEGLOMPNESS* =D
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Oh ... my ... gods! *FLAILS*
NEED FICON NOW!!!!!!!!
*FLAILS WITH EXUBERANCE*
You are so teh evil. *smites -- lovingly* =D
Also -- that icon is the best! =D
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I AM. I loff eet!
Billy the veteran inspector and Dom the rookie onboard. I LOVE IT. *flashes of Fake! anime* Maybe Dom all doe-eyed for Bud pre-LAC timeline. Can so hear, "Yeah, so he has bricks for brains-- bet he's a good fuck" coming out of Dom's obscene mouth. -.-; *ponders away happily*
*griggles!!* All my icons are up for grabs to you if you like! Gank whichever ones you like the best. =D
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What birthday fic is this? I must know! =D And I want details!! =D I love rambles =)
*dances the night away* Do you listen to techno at all? =D
Ooooh! Well, I honestly don't know what's going on with Techno right now but I used to be the Queen! I skipped most of my Junior year of high school because I was always in NYC with friends -- dancing all night and sleeping off whatever drugs/alcohol we had ingested the night before =D I miss those days -- and I'm really lucky/happy to have survived them! =D
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Birthday!fic! The one featuring embittered!Dom. =D You read it, silly. *ruffles your hair* But basically I more or less meant...
*quotes herself from elsewhere*
"I like to think of Dom as open and honest and maybe a little brash. He himself even admits to not being able to keep his mouth shut... And I like to think that the one thing he can't be open and honest about is Billy. But, instead of The Angst That Never Ends, I would kinda think... that he would more or less be a bit angry at himself. Frustrated. Upset at himself for not being able to just tell Billy how it is..." Just kinda, "C'mon, you fucking coward, just TELL HIM." Or maybe I just focus too much on pissy!Dom. =D
but I used to be the Queen! OOooh! If you lived around here I would so take you to Nations... the big techno club in D.C. We'd dance our demented munkeh asses off! =D But no drugs for you!! *shakes finger!* =D
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See -- I wasn't thinking Billy's birthday fic =D I was thinking -- a fic you wrote for some other ljers birthday =D *facepalms*
There is no such thing as focusing too much on Pissy!Dom =D =D I read in one of his articles that he likes to keep his life drama free and doesn't like to surround himself with dramafied people.
If he only knew what we made him out to be >=) Seriously though -- I just see it as one more reason why he'd be with Billy =D Billy's so mellow =D Well -- until he enters Lost/Found/Home universe, at least =D *pets the shiny fics*
I've never been to D.C. I wish I had money to travel down and visit!!! I've been good for the past like -- well, no bad drugs for like two years =D
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There is no such thing as focusing too much on Pissy!Dom =D =D I read in one of his articles that he likes to keep his life drama free and doesn't like to surround himself with dramafied people. Har-har! Yeah, but then I get the sense from the bits in Sean's book that Dom is a bit hard around the edges in that sense, though, y'know? Take-no-guff-give-no-guff kinda guy. What was it Sean said... "He'll fight with little provocation??"
Well -- until he enters Lost/Found/Home universe, at least =D *pets the shiny fics* *giggles!* Oh, man... I don't think I'll ever finish reading those! *headdesk!*
I've never been to D.C. The only thing I've been to in D.C. is the club scene. =D
I wish I had money to travel down and visit!!! We'd so go!! Especially with DJ Irene coming next month! *jitters!!*
've been good for the past like -- well, no bad drugs for like two years =D Ditto. =D
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The voice is Scottish breezes mated with oil and shuttered, condemned buildings.
I loved this. It was so dark and naughty and a little bit sweet in a weird way.
Maybe I'll start using drugs.
No, no, just kidding.