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algernon-mouse.livejournal.com posting in
monaboyd Mar. 30th, 2005 03:38 am)
"You're not dying. You talk to much for a dying man." Billy settles in against the headboard of the bed and pulls Dom back against his chest. Dom smells. His skin is slick and clammy. "Ugh," Billy groans, "Maybe you are dying. You fucking stink."
Dom/Billy.
Rated F for Fluff.