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Scorpion Pinches and Butterfly Kisses, Part 2/6
Title: Scorpion Pinches and Butterfly Kisses, Part 2/6
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: R -- language and a sensitive topic
Feedback: ...is truly appreciated!
Disclaimer: This story is completely false. None of this ever happened... I'm assuming.
Notes:red_moon_rising is one of the best betas ever. *nods* So there. *does a running tackle, huggles Cai* Love you, dear!
Warning: Touchy subject.
Before you read this, I'd suggest reading part 1!
Part II
I got a call from Pete the other day. Time for Two Tower pick-up shots. With Dom. (With Billy.) It feels like so long since I've seen him. Whenever I ring him, he hesitates and nothing feels natural like it used to. (He's always the one to ring. I'm afraid to call him.) Like he has to screen all his words before they exit his mouth. (I'm afraid to, because I've never been very good at controlling myself and half the time I don't think I'd be able to keep myself from telling him. It'd be so easy to open my mouth and let the words spill out... far too easy to simply let everything pour out and not even realize it until it was too late.) Part of the fun of Dom was the lack of thought behind his usually witty banter. Now everything he says, every single word, is chosen carefully, as though just one wrong syllable would be enough to tell his secret. (I can't tell him.)
I don't know why he refuses to tell me. I know already, I'm just waiting for his admission. (I can't tell anyone.) Everyone knows that he and Elijah are together (Why did we get together in the first place? I can only remember the sense of intrigue, the mystery. I remember his eyes and how they'd shine. But I can't remember ever feeling love… I can't ever imagine Elijah being gentle.), and it's obvious that Dominic is forced to be submissive, in the bedroom and out, trailing one step behind Elijah like a wounded yet loyal puppy. (He used to seem so innocent, so sweet.) Elijah wouldn't stand for anything but complete dominance. It's obvious even when we're hanging out at clubs. (He doesn't even let me order a fucking drink! Says it's because I'm getting too dependent on booze, but I know the truth.) Dom always looks miserable, his hand clamped in Elijah's, faking sober smiles. (He and I both know. The more alcohol I have, the more defiant I get, and Elijah doesn't like it when I put up a fight.) They always leave early. (I mean, fucking hell. We always leave before eleven! I fucking never see my friends anymore. I never see Orli or Sean or…or Billy.)
I miss Dominic. (I miss Billy.) Elijah's not due in Wellington for a week after we get there, so I hope we have time to talk. (An entire week with just Billy…I just hope I don't say anything I'll regret…or anything Elijah will make me regret.)
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmoke Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: R -- language and a sensitive topic
Feedback: ...is truly appreciated!
Disclaimer: This story is completely false. None of this ever happened... I'm assuming.
Notes:
red_moon_rising is one of the best betas ever. *nods* So there. *does a running tackle, huggles Cai* Love you, dear!Warning: Touchy subject.
Before you read this, I'd suggest reading part 1!
Part II
I got a call from Pete the other day. Time for Two Tower pick-up shots. With Dom. (With Billy.) It feels like so long since I've seen him. Whenever I ring him, he hesitates and nothing feels natural like it used to. (He's always the one to ring. I'm afraid to call him.) Like he has to screen all his words before they exit his mouth. (I'm afraid to, because I've never been very good at controlling myself and half the time I don't think I'd be able to keep myself from telling him. It'd be so easy to open my mouth and let the words spill out... far too easy to simply let everything pour out and not even realize it until it was too late.) Part of the fun of Dom was the lack of thought behind his usually witty banter. Now everything he says, every single word, is chosen carefully, as though just one wrong syllable would be enough to tell his secret. (I can't tell him.)
I don't know why he refuses to tell me. I know already, I'm just waiting for his admission. (I can't tell anyone.) Everyone knows that he and Elijah are together (Why did we get together in the first place? I can only remember the sense of intrigue, the mystery. I remember his eyes and how they'd shine. But I can't remember ever feeling love… I can't ever imagine Elijah being gentle.), and it's obvious that Dominic is forced to be submissive, in the bedroom and out, trailing one step behind Elijah like a wounded yet loyal puppy. (He used to seem so innocent, so sweet.) Elijah wouldn't stand for anything but complete dominance. It's obvious even when we're hanging out at clubs. (He doesn't even let me order a fucking drink! Says it's because I'm getting too dependent on booze, but I know the truth.) Dom always looks miserable, his hand clamped in Elijah's, faking sober smiles. (He and I both know. The more alcohol I have, the more defiant I get, and Elijah doesn't like it when I put up a fight.) They always leave early. (I mean, fucking hell. We always leave before eleven! I fucking never see my friends anymore. I never see Orli or Sean or…or Billy.)
I miss Dominic. (I miss Billy.) Elijah's not due in Wellington for a week after we get there, so I hope we have time to talk. (An entire week with just Billy…I just hope I don't say anything I'll regret…or anything Elijah will make me regret.)