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monaboyd Jan. 20th, 2005 04:22 am)Title: No Such Thing, part 3
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sparkythehamstr
Pairing: Monaboyd, the OTP to rule them all
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I wish. I really really wish.
Summary: Wrapping up what has apparently become a trilogy.
Notes: I must apologise for my emotional abuse of Dom.
Dom gulped. “Know what?”
His voice was raw. He cursed it for betraying him.
“About you, Dom.”
“Dunno what you’re talking about, Bills.”
He forced a laugh that came out more like a sob. Billy’s face hardened.
“Dominic, please. Don’t fucking play games with me.”
Dom brought a hand up to gnaw on the thumb. He felt panicked, trapped. Billy sighed again.
“I never saw it,” he said. “All these years, I can’t believe I didn’t see it for what it was.”
Dom had given up trying to pretend he didn’t know what Billy was talking about. He just stood there in impotent silence and waited for judgment. Waited for the death knell of their friendship to come rolling from Billy’s lips.
“I’m sorry, Dom.”
Those words broke Dom’s slight hold on himself, and he sobbed. He leaned his back against the wall and cried. He felt dead inside. But not too dead to weep into his ink-stained hands at what he knew Billy was about to say. He cried for a full five minutes while Billy just stood there and watched. He felt like the world’s biggest fool. How on earth had he thought he could hide it from Billy? Billy wasn’t dense. He’d been a fool to think he could just pretend. And now his world was falling apart. Another wave of sobs racked him. There was no point in trying to salvage his dignity anymore. He had none left.
His sobbing had left him breathless. He sucked in great heaving breaths and let them out again.
“If you’re quite done crying, Dominic, I’d like to continue.”
Dom looked up at Billy, aghast. Twin spikes of hope and anger flared up in him. He stared into Billy’s eyes. Looked for an answer. He found nothing.
“Why are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Why did you hide something like this from me for six years?”
Dom felt his mouth turn down into a mask of grief. “Because I knew it wasn’t going to happen.”
Billy lifted his head slightly. “Come on, get up.”
Billy pulled him from his slouched position. Dom couldn’t decide whether he wanted to punch him or yell at him or try to steal a kiss. Billy put his arms around him and hugged him. It made Dom feel utterly wretched. He sighed into Billy’s shoulder and inhaled the scent of him. It would probably be the last time. Billy drew away; it was like losing a limb, feeling that, and Dom wanted to grasp at him. But Billy didn’t let go. He held Dom in his gaze.
It took a moment for Dom to register that Billy was kissing him. Warm lips on his mouth, a faint scrape of stubble. His body reacted before he did, pulled Billy in closer. His lips pressed against Billy’s, and a surprised sort of squeak escaped him. He was faintly aware of the bathroom door opening and then closing suddenly. But Billy! Billy had his arms around him. Billy was kissing him. Dom felt dizzy. He wondered if he’d just snapped and was now firmly in la-la land. But it felt real. Billy’s spiky hair under his hands felt real, and so did the warmth of Billy’s body.
Dom actually pulled away before Billy did. He had to say something. His thoughts were whirling and wheeling in his head, and he couldn’t quite grasp any of them firmly enough to form a sentence. So he just stood there with his arms around Billy and his mouth hung open.
“Now,” Billy murmured. “Don’t you feel silly sitting there, crying like a big baby?”
Dom laughed, his breath heaved, and he almost wanted to cry again.
“Yes,” he managed. “But I don’t--"
Billy shushed him. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now you need to get out of the ladies’ room before we get thrown out of this bar.”
Dom nodded dumbly. He felt like a moron. But a very lucky moron. Billy led him out of the bathroom, and in his daze he managed to decide that never in all his life had he been so glad to be dead wrong.
I had to write a happy ending. I had to. And not just because the Monaboyders threatened to beat me up and take my squee. :)
ETA: I just wanted to share this. Taken from merrybrandypunk's video. I'm such a geek.
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And I love your "Sesame Street" style icon.
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Right about here, I started breathing easy again. I felt like there wasn't gonna be a happy ending after all! Oh bless him and his quirky ways! Thank you for that clip. It's delicious. ;)
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I would have been one of the people camping out on your front door step, begging you to continue if you hadn't! :P
All fall before the power of the OTP.
*bows down in submission*
Resistance is futile.
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Where does it say submission is part of the job? Oh, that's right. It's in the fine print of the Slash Community Membership contract, under Section 4C, stating clearly that all participants must forego a social life to be considered truly devoted. Bah. I've exceeded that! ;D
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Wheeeee...
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