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Fic: Say Goodnight (1/6)
Hi everyone! I'm new in this community, and my fic had relative success in the domlijah community, so I thought I'd give it a go here!
Title: Say Goodnight
Author: Kim
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: I'd say R for language, but PG-13 for sexual content
Disclaimer: I make this stuff up. None of what you are going to read is founded on any truth whatsoever.
Summary: This is pretty angsty. Elijah wants Dom, but Dom doesn't necessarily want him in that way.
Notes: The profanity is pretty thick here. Also, when there's a flashback, I switch from past to present tenses. The ending is a bit depressing, but I don't want to give anything away. I just want you to know that it's not happy really, at all.
Feedback: Yes, please! I love writing, and I would like to know what you liked/disliked about it.
Part 1: Clip
I can’t believe I fucking did this to myself.
Elijah’s head was pulsing. He slowly came to his senses as he decided where he was without opening his eyes. The whole looking around thing was too big a step for the time being. At the present, he was on the hardwood kitchen floor. He was lying on his stomach with his right arm stretched up and his left lying limp next to his body. As he breathed, his left shoulder ached with a dull pain. What the… oh shit. Elijah’s memory momentarily slipped back to the night before, allowing him a quick glimpse of what had happened.
***
It’s dark in the hotel suite, except for a few dim desk lamps placed throughout it. People are everywhere, drinking, smoking, having sex…. This is a natural party for a weekend. Elijah stumbles through his suite door to find the action already in motion, no doubt due to the genius of Dom. He glances drunkenly to the right into the sitting area. There’s a couple having sex on the couch. Filling with discomfort, Elijah turns to the other side. In the bathroom on the left someone is retching. He walks further into the living space towards the kitchen, which is the main attraction in this particular hotel suite. There are beautiful mahogany hardwood floors with matching cabinets. The countertops are made of glittering granite. On both the left and the right are short halls leading to doors that connect to bedrooms with bathrooms. Dom is entertaining a group of people in the kitchen by twirling bottles and drinking from them while pouring and passing out shots. As Elijah walks in, he’s greeted with a “Hey! Elijah man! Come join the par-tay!” Before he can even notice or care about what’s going on, 20 people are pulling him into the already crammed kitchen space.
“Um, wait…I gotta get to my room…” but there’s no time for messing around.
“Hello everybody!” announces Dom, casually waving a bottle of vodka around. It’s very obvious that he’s drunk and probably on some illegal drug. That’s the way Elijah likes him- completely unawares. He smiles in spite of himself. “I am going to welcome you all by doing a little stunt of mine that is not common I do in public!” His words tumble off his tongue and slur together as he stumbles. “I am going to throw knives at my pal Elijah here without hitting him!” Dom grabs Elijah’s shoulder as he announces this to his enthusiastic audience. They all burst into applause, and Elijah smiles stupidly for being chosen for such an honor. Dom pulls him up to the wall just to the left of the entrance into the kitchen and pulls some knives from one of the drawers. Elijah smiles jovially and laughs when the knives come out. “You crazy motherfucker!” he says as he laughs. Then he takes a breath and holds still; he doesn’t want to get killed tonight. No, tonight would not be good, he decides.
Dom grabs a knife and stands at the back of the kitchen. There are about 10 people on either side of him to watch the daring show. Dom pulls his right hand back and lets it go. The knife whips towards Elijah, who inhales as it imbeds itself into the wall right next to his hip. The audience claps and breathes again, and looks towards Dom for another throw. He cocks back just the same, only this time the knife hits close to Elijah’s head. By now, Elijah is sweating and seriously thinking of calling it off. No I can’t- this could be my lucky night. So Dom pulls back for one more throw, releases it, and rip. The knife skids across the top of Elijah’s left shoulder and, pulling his thin jacket with it, digs into the wall. With a yell, Elijah drops to the floor. A crowd of people comes up to him, lying on the floor, and Dom presses through with a bottle of whiskey. “Quick,” he whispers. “This will make it better.”
***
That crazy motherfucker. And you passed out, so it’s not like you got anything from him. Oh no. Twice in one night would be too much to handle…
“SHUT UP!” Elijah rolled over and sat up simultaneously, a feat for which his body was definitely not prepared. He moaned and slumped forward, closing his eyes again. The light coming through the kitchen windows was piercing his brain like a needle. The pain was sharp in his head while blunt in his shoulder. He gingerly touched the place where the knife had hit. It didn’t feel too bad, but it definitely needed to be cleaned up. Opening one eye and then the other, Elijah took in his surroundings. It looked like everyone was gone, but he could hear another person breathing nearby. Must be Dom, he thought. That crazy motherfucker.
Behind him was a small pool of blood from his shoulder along with an empty whiskey bottle. His jacket had been thrown into the corner of the counter on the floor. On his left was the wall with the three knives still stuck into the plaster. On the opposite side of the kitchen lay random bottles and glasses. There also were wrappers from candies, empty boxes from different snacks, and torn chip bags. Elijah took a breath and, while mentally bracing himself, got up off the floor. His back cracked and his eyes flickered, but other than that he was pleasantly surprised at how he felt. Directly in front of him on the other side of the kitchen was the hall to a bedroom, and directly behind him was the same thing. Looking behind him, Elijah discovered the sleeping form of Dom spread out between the hallway and the kitchen. His right arm was stretched out in front of him, almost like he had been reaching for Elijah. Yeah, I wish. He was also on his stomach. A few unclean thoughts passed through Elijah’s head, but he quickly suppressed them. Last night proved to me what he thinks. I have to get away from him…. Looking about as if for an escape, his eyes passed back to the hallway. Now to inspect the bedrooms.
To his ultimate surprise, no one was left in either the bedrooms or the bathrooms. Sure, there were bottles and unopened condoms, but nothing disgusting or drug-related had been left behind. It seemed as though people were more likely to respect the homes (or temporary dwelling places) of people if they were rich and famous. Works for me, Elijah thought.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, Elijah went to his bedroom, which was the one to the right of the kitchen over by Dom. He took off his shirt and went into the bathroom to inspect the damage Dom had done. Fortunately, it looked as though he would be able to treat the wound himself with some hydrogen peroxide and gauze. He rang down to the front desk and had it delivered upstairs. Hanging up the phone, Elijah contemplated leaving before Dom woke up. Not being able to leave without saying goodbye was a thought too difficult to entertain though, so he decided to make a reservation and tell Dom about it later. Once that was taken care of and he had cleaned his cut, Elijah hopped into the shower to wash away the previous night’s drunkenness. He dried, dressed, and went back into the hallway to kick Dom.
Title: Say Goodnight
Author: Kim
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: I'd say R for language, but PG-13 for sexual content
Disclaimer: I make this stuff up. None of what you are going to read is founded on any truth whatsoever.
Summary: This is pretty angsty. Elijah wants Dom, but Dom doesn't necessarily want him in that way.
Notes: The profanity is pretty thick here. Also, when there's a flashback, I switch from past to present tenses. The ending is a bit depressing, but I don't want to give anything away. I just want you to know that it's not happy really, at all.
Feedback: Yes, please! I love writing, and I would like to know what you liked/disliked about it.
Part 1: Clip
I can’t believe I fucking did this to myself.
Elijah’s head was pulsing. He slowly came to his senses as he decided where he was without opening his eyes. The whole looking around thing was too big a step for the time being. At the present, he was on the hardwood kitchen floor. He was lying on his stomach with his right arm stretched up and his left lying limp next to his body. As he breathed, his left shoulder ached with a dull pain. What the… oh shit. Elijah’s memory momentarily slipped back to the night before, allowing him a quick glimpse of what had happened.
***
It’s dark in the hotel suite, except for a few dim desk lamps placed throughout it. People are everywhere, drinking, smoking, having sex…. This is a natural party for a weekend. Elijah stumbles through his suite door to find the action already in motion, no doubt due to the genius of Dom. He glances drunkenly to the right into the sitting area. There’s a couple having sex on the couch. Filling with discomfort, Elijah turns to the other side. In the bathroom on the left someone is retching. He walks further into the living space towards the kitchen, which is the main attraction in this particular hotel suite. There are beautiful mahogany hardwood floors with matching cabinets. The countertops are made of glittering granite. On both the left and the right are short halls leading to doors that connect to bedrooms with bathrooms. Dom is entertaining a group of people in the kitchen by twirling bottles and drinking from them while pouring and passing out shots. As Elijah walks in, he’s greeted with a “Hey! Elijah man! Come join the par-tay!” Before he can even notice or care about what’s going on, 20 people are pulling him into the already crammed kitchen space.
“Um, wait…I gotta get to my room…” but there’s no time for messing around.
“Hello everybody!” announces Dom, casually waving a bottle of vodka around. It’s very obvious that he’s drunk and probably on some illegal drug. That’s the way Elijah likes him- completely unawares. He smiles in spite of himself. “I am going to welcome you all by doing a little stunt of mine that is not common I do in public!” His words tumble off his tongue and slur together as he stumbles. “I am going to throw knives at my pal Elijah here without hitting him!” Dom grabs Elijah’s shoulder as he announces this to his enthusiastic audience. They all burst into applause, and Elijah smiles stupidly for being chosen for such an honor. Dom pulls him up to the wall just to the left of the entrance into the kitchen and pulls some knives from one of the drawers. Elijah smiles jovially and laughs when the knives come out. “You crazy motherfucker!” he says as he laughs. Then he takes a breath and holds still; he doesn’t want to get killed tonight. No, tonight would not be good, he decides.
Dom grabs a knife and stands at the back of the kitchen. There are about 10 people on either side of him to watch the daring show. Dom pulls his right hand back and lets it go. The knife whips towards Elijah, who inhales as it imbeds itself into the wall right next to his hip. The audience claps and breathes again, and looks towards Dom for another throw. He cocks back just the same, only this time the knife hits close to Elijah’s head. By now, Elijah is sweating and seriously thinking of calling it off. No I can’t- this could be my lucky night. So Dom pulls back for one more throw, releases it, and rip. The knife skids across the top of Elijah’s left shoulder and, pulling his thin jacket with it, digs into the wall. With a yell, Elijah drops to the floor. A crowd of people comes up to him, lying on the floor, and Dom presses through with a bottle of whiskey. “Quick,” he whispers. “This will make it better.”
***
That crazy motherfucker. And you passed out, so it’s not like you got anything from him. Oh no. Twice in one night would be too much to handle…
“SHUT UP!” Elijah rolled over and sat up simultaneously, a feat for which his body was definitely not prepared. He moaned and slumped forward, closing his eyes again. The light coming through the kitchen windows was piercing his brain like a needle. The pain was sharp in his head while blunt in his shoulder. He gingerly touched the place where the knife had hit. It didn’t feel too bad, but it definitely needed to be cleaned up. Opening one eye and then the other, Elijah took in his surroundings. It looked like everyone was gone, but he could hear another person breathing nearby. Must be Dom, he thought. That crazy motherfucker.
Behind him was a small pool of blood from his shoulder along with an empty whiskey bottle. His jacket had been thrown into the corner of the counter on the floor. On his left was the wall with the three knives still stuck into the plaster. On the opposite side of the kitchen lay random bottles and glasses. There also were wrappers from candies, empty boxes from different snacks, and torn chip bags. Elijah took a breath and, while mentally bracing himself, got up off the floor. His back cracked and his eyes flickered, but other than that he was pleasantly surprised at how he felt. Directly in front of him on the other side of the kitchen was the hall to a bedroom, and directly behind him was the same thing. Looking behind him, Elijah discovered the sleeping form of Dom spread out between the hallway and the kitchen. His right arm was stretched out in front of him, almost like he had been reaching for Elijah. Yeah, I wish. He was also on his stomach. A few unclean thoughts passed through Elijah’s head, but he quickly suppressed them. Last night proved to me what he thinks. I have to get away from him…. Looking about as if for an escape, his eyes passed back to the hallway. Now to inspect the bedrooms.
To his ultimate surprise, no one was left in either the bedrooms or the bathrooms. Sure, there were bottles and unopened condoms, but nothing disgusting or drug-related had been left behind. It seemed as though people were more likely to respect the homes (or temporary dwelling places) of people if they were rich and famous. Works for me, Elijah thought.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, Elijah went to his bedroom, which was the one to the right of the kitchen over by Dom. He took off his shirt and went into the bathroom to inspect the damage Dom had done. Fortunately, it looked as though he would be able to treat the wound himself with some hydrogen peroxide and gauze. He rang down to the front desk and had it delivered upstairs. Hanging up the phone, Elijah contemplated leaving before Dom woke up. Not being able to leave without saying goodbye was a thought too difficult to entertain though, so he decided to make a reservation and tell Dom about it later. Once that was taken care of and he had cleaned his cut, Elijah hopped into the shower to wash away the previous night’s drunkenness. He dried, dressed, and went back into the hallway to kick Dom.