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FIC: Cocaine and Crack Whores (domlijah)
Title: Cocaine and Crack Whores
Author: Rosemending rosemending@hotmail.com
Website: http://twib.oscillating.net
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug references and some rhyming
Disclaimer: Although I have never met him, I am sure Elijah is not a crack whore.
Summary: Dom tries to give Elijah up.
Dom's given up beer and chips. There's a tub of skim yogurt in his fridge, full of crawling good bacteria. Dom's lost weight and put on muscles, there's a pedometer on his neck. Dom's taken to fresh air and exercise, he pets neighbourhood dogs. There's a stack of invites to parties and clubs, on Dom's coffee table, neglected. Dom's off the caffeine and tomato sauce. There's a full tube of KY in Dom's dresser draw, Dom's stopped masturbating too.
Dom sweats with paranoia and is drenched in cold turkey. Dom has ham sandwiches without mustard and bread without butter. There's disinfectant in Dom's detergent. Dom's all cleaned up and substance free. There's a bankcard full of cash and no cocaine. There's a syringe in the trash. The smack bar on the corner and the opium den round the back, unfrequented. Dom's penis untouched.
Dom calls Elijah the ruff stuff, which Dom is off of. Dom calls Elijah's mum and tells her he's a user. Dom's fevered and got the jitters. Dom's giving up the fags and drugs and babes. Dom spends all his money on juices and supplements. Dom's sick for a hit, but he thinks he'll be better in a bit.
Dom gets steady employment, reading children's audio books. Dom does publicity and declares publicly, he's given up fags and drugs and Billy. Dom puts himself in locks and shackles, hung up to get dry of Scotch and Sherry. For a breather, Dom calls Viggo and suggests he stop using pot. And Orlando should quit with the ecstasy.
Dom battles addiction. Foreswearing chocolate and Naprogesics. Dom hasn't had something sweet since September. Till November, Elijah breaks into Dom's flat. Elijah wakes Dom form his slumber, with a face thunderous and somber.
"Shut up about my habit, for all you know I could be diabetic," Elijah puffed and ashed on Dom's carpet.
"Don't you know about tough love, love, good medicine is bitter, mate," Dom waved his finger.
"But Dom, look here," Elijah opened his bag. "I've got here, absinth, arsenic, Prozac and marijuana. And the best crack money can buy."
"And I'm not interested and you're a bad influence," Dom insisted. "You need some interference."
"Take me back, then, won't you," Elijah persisted. "I'm not really a crack whore, for you I could be so much more."
"Will you cook and clean for me? Like I cooked and cleaned up for you?" Dom asked. "Because if you do, I'll think about it."
Elijah's giving up the cloves and the speed. There's a picture of Dom in his wallet and LSD in the bin. Elijah cuts down on cholesterol and becomes an early riser. His food choices are wiser and learns to cook from his mother. Dom and Elijah take turns on the trampoline and do aerobics in the morning. There's one thing Elijah doesn't give up though, and that's autoeroticism. Elijah chokes the turkey, Elijah spanks the monkey, Elijah jerks and wanks all day long.
Dom's KY is all used up. Dom's sheets are messed up. Dom's got Elijah wanking in his bathroom, messing up the toilet rolls. Dom's got Elijah ejaculating in the dining room, breaking all the china. Dom's got Elijah and Elijah's got a new addiction. Which is spent, all over Dom's magazines and hosiery.
Dom's given up beer and chips. There's a moaning Hobbit in his bedroom, mewling all the time. Dom's lost weight and put on muscles, which is just as well considering Elijah's stamina. Dom's taken to fresh air and exercise, which helps with getting second erections. There's a stack of invites to parties and clubs, on Dom's coffee table, neglected. Dom's off the cocaine and crack whores, bar one. There's an empty tube of KY in Dom's dresser draw, Dom's stopped masturbating himself.
The end.
Author: Rosemending rosemending@hotmail.com
Website: http://twib.oscillating.net
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug references and some rhyming
Disclaimer: Although I have never met him, I am sure Elijah is not a crack whore.
Summary: Dom tries to give Elijah up.
Dom's given up beer and chips. There's a tub of skim yogurt in his fridge, full of crawling good bacteria. Dom's lost weight and put on muscles, there's a pedometer on his neck. Dom's taken to fresh air and exercise, he pets neighbourhood dogs. There's a stack of invites to parties and clubs, on Dom's coffee table, neglected. Dom's off the caffeine and tomato sauce. There's a full tube of KY in Dom's dresser draw, Dom's stopped masturbating too.
Dom sweats with paranoia and is drenched in cold turkey. Dom has ham sandwiches without mustard and bread without butter. There's disinfectant in Dom's detergent. Dom's all cleaned up and substance free. There's a bankcard full of cash and no cocaine. There's a syringe in the trash. The smack bar on the corner and the opium den round the back, unfrequented. Dom's penis untouched.
Dom calls Elijah the ruff stuff, which Dom is off of. Dom calls Elijah's mum and tells her he's a user. Dom's fevered and got the jitters. Dom's giving up the fags and drugs and babes. Dom spends all his money on juices and supplements. Dom's sick for a hit, but he thinks he'll be better in a bit.
Dom gets steady employment, reading children's audio books. Dom does publicity and declares publicly, he's given up fags and drugs and Billy. Dom puts himself in locks and shackles, hung up to get dry of Scotch and Sherry. For a breather, Dom calls Viggo and suggests he stop using pot. And Orlando should quit with the ecstasy.
Dom battles addiction. Foreswearing chocolate and Naprogesics. Dom hasn't had something sweet since September. Till November, Elijah breaks into Dom's flat. Elijah wakes Dom form his slumber, with a face thunderous and somber.
"Shut up about my habit, for all you know I could be diabetic," Elijah puffed and ashed on Dom's carpet.
"Don't you know about tough love, love, good medicine is bitter, mate," Dom waved his finger.
"But Dom, look here," Elijah opened his bag. "I've got here, absinth, arsenic, Prozac and marijuana. And the best crack money can buy."
"And I'm not interested and you're a bad influence," Dom insisted. "You need some interference."
"Take me back, then, won't you," Elijah persisted. "I'm not really a crack whore, for you I could be so much more."
"Will you cook and clean for me? Like I cooked and cleaned up for you?" Dom asked. "Because if you do, I'll think about it."
Elijah's giving up the cloves and the speed. There's a picture of Dom in his wallet and LSD in the bin. Elijah cuts down on cholesterol and becomes an early riser. His food choices are wiser and learns to cook from his mother. Dom and Elijah take turns on the trampoline and do aerobics in the morning. There's one thing Elijah doesn't give up though, and that's autoeroticism. Elijah chokes the turkey, Elijah spanks the monkey, Elijah jerks and wanks all day long.
Dom's KY is all used up. Dom's sheets are messed up. Dom's got Elijah wanking in his bathroom, messing up the toilet rolls. Dom's got Elijah ejaculating in the dining room, breaking all the china. Dom's got Elijah and Elijah's got a new addiction. Which is spent, all over Dom's magazines and hosiery.
Dom's given up beer and chips. There's a moaning Hobbit in his bedroom, mewling all the time. Dom's lost weight and put on muscles, which is just as well considering Elijah's stamina. Dom's taken to fresh air and exercise, which helps with getting second erections. There's a stack of invites to parties and clubs, on Dom's coffee table, neglected. Dom's off the cocaine and crack whores, bar one. There's an empty tube of KY in Dom's dresser draw, Dom's stopped masturbating himself.
The end.
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I think you caught something that I will worry about from now on... if they don't get many movie deals... anyway, it's not really something I should worry about, because I CAN distinguish fact from fiction...
and my my, this was so some excellent fiction.
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I love the way you start and end the fic, and the noticeable differences between both (similar) paragraphs. Very well done. The same with the whole fic sentences-construction. Just as gorgeus.
Yes. I enjoyed it. Very much, indeed.
Congratulations.
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But hey, since I am: WRITE MORE like this, dammit. *hugs*