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First part of a 3 part fic :D
Title: Triangle
Author: Me (obsgirl)
Rating: Soft R-ish (for the overall fic)
Pairing: Brad/Orli, Dom/Orli, Dom/Lij
Summary: ‘One drink and Orlando’s anyone’s.’
Disclaimer: Nothing’s mine. Unfortunately.
A/N: Due to my recent Brad Pitt obsession (which I’m trying desperately to get rid of), I felt the urge to read some good Brad/Orli slash. But as I couldn’t find much, I decided to write some instead. Further inspiration came from the line I used in the summary, from the RotK cast commentary. Also, it’s kind of all over the place, like a train of thought type thing. A drunken train of thought. Um. Yeah. Excuses ;)
*
Part 1.
‘No way, man, he wouldn’t.’
‘Wouldn’t he? How can you be sure?’
‘He just wouldn’t. He’s not like that. He hasn’t got the guts.’
‘He would if he’s drunk.’
‘Nah.’
‘Believe me, he would.’
‘…you mean…’
‘Yeah.’
‘When?’
‘Loads of times.’
‘You saw him?’
‘No exactly hard to miss when you share an apartment.’
‘Ah. That sucks.’
‘Tell me about it.’
‘But you let it go?’
‘Couldn’t help myself.’
‘Wow.’
‘Yeah.’
Dom Monaghan sighed and pressed his cold glass to his forehead. He was at Elijah Wood’s house, it was nearly 2 in the morning, and outside the whether was terrible – Dom had got drenched walking from his apartment to Elijah’s house.
‘So…he’s there now?’ Elijah said after a few minutes. They had been going round in circles over one topic for almost half an hour now. Dom was on his third drink of scotch. The subject was Dom’s on/off boyfriend, Orlando Bloom.
‘Yeah, he’s there now.’
‘In your apartment?’
‘Our apartment.’
‘But…he’s not like that, Dom, surely…’
‘Like I said, he is when he’s drunk. He’ll screw anyone.’
‘But…but…but…’
Dom had to laugh at Elijah’s complete faith in the fact that Orlando was a perfect angel and would never cheat on anyone.
‘Lij, why do you think we fall out so often?’ he smirked.
‘I just thought you were having, you know, lovers tiff’s or something. Maybe you liked the making up after you fell out. I dunno, I never really gave it much thought. I just never thought it was that serious.’
‘Well, the making up is good…but we don’t fall out just to make up again. Sometimes I don’t want to make up, however good it is. I think I can never forgive him, but then he gives me that big brown eyed look…well, you know what that can do to people.’
‘Yeah, I guess. But still…how can he cheat on someone he loves?’
‘Commitment-phobic. He’s afraid of being tied down to one person forever. He says that he’s not, but the second he gets alcohol in him, it all comes out and off he goes with another bloke.’
‘Man…’
Dom downed the rest of his scotch and went to refill his glass again at Elijah’s mini bar. As he did so, he looked over at Elijah, sat curled up in his pyjama bottoms and old T-shirt, looking more like a troubled teen than a generally level headed 24 year old. He was frowning and staring into space, as if he still couldn’t understand Orlando cheating on Dom.
‘Hey, Lij, don’t worry too much about it ok? I shouldn’t have come round, especially at this time of the night.’
‘Doesn’t bother me, Dom – you coming round I mean. I was just thinking…I was thinking about Orli. He doesn’t strike me as a commitment-phobe, really. Doesn’t strike me as the cheating type. Knocks him down a few points in my good books.’ Elijah laughed a little. ‘It’s disappointing, really.’
Dom sighed. ‘Yeah, tell me about it. But I keep going back.’
‘Because you love him.’
‘Yup.’
There was a long silence, in which Dom swished his scotch around in the glass, the ice cubes clinking noisily on the side. He was feeling pretty drunk – probably because it was 2 in the morning and he hadn’t eaten in over 6 hours. And he’d been out drinking before he’d gone home. So he was pretty intoxicated.
‘I never asked,’ Elijah said suddenly. ‘Who’s Orli with? If you don’t mind me asking…’ he added hastily.
Dom gave a dry laugh. ‘Bloody Brad Pitt of all people. He’s bi, apparently. And single now, I guess. Single-ish.’
‘Brad? Seriously? Bi? …seriously?’
‘Yep, seriously. And fucking hot of course. So tonight when he called Orli and said he was in town, and they went for a drink…one thing led to another. And ended up leading to them being in our apartment together, in our bed together.’
‘Man…’
Elijah fell silent again; Dom finished the scotch and poured himself yet another. He took it back over to the sofa and collapsed next to Elijah, resting his head on the younger man’s shoulder.
‘It doesn’t help that Orlando’s such a lightweight,’ he grumbled. ‘One drink and he’s anyone’s. Except mine, usually.’
Suddenly, Dom felt angry, and with a reckless abandon, he turned to Elijah and kissed him. It wasn’t a romantic or loving kiss, but it was passionate – the anger, the loneliness and the rejection fuelled him.
After a few seconds, Elijah pushed him away. ‘Dom, don’t do this,’ he whispered. ‘You don’t want to do this. Don’t fall to that level.’
‘Shut up, Lij,’ Dom slurred, suddenly so drunk he could barely see straight. He’d crossed the line where he just didn’t care anymore. The alcohol had kicked in completely, and he had no really control over what he was doing. And he didn’t care. And so, he kissed Elijah again.
Elijah pushed him away again. ‘Don’t,’ he repeated more forcefully. But Dom kept trying. He was pulling at Elijah’s clothes, and he was stronger than the 24-year-old was. He straddled him, trying to pull the old T-shirt over his head. Elijah struggled, but Dom managed to get the clothing off him.
‘He’s hurt me too many times now, Lij,’ Dom growled. ‘He can’t always have all the fun, right?’
‘Dom, I’m straight for Chris’s sake!’ Elijah barked, still trying to get the older man off him.
‘Call it an experiment, everyone does them.’
‘Dom for FUCK’S sake! Stop it!’ Elijah yelled, finally throwing Dom off him and scrambling up. ‘I will NOT be your fucking revenge! Orli might have screwed you over, but please, don’t drag me into this. I’m your friend and I’ll gladly try and help you – talk with you – to get you through this, but I will not sleep with you to make you and him even.’
Dom looked up at Elijah from his position where he had landed on the floor, despair clouding his face. But what Elijah had said had got through to him, made him see what he was doing. Tears began to roll down his face. Sighing, Elijah dropped to his knees and hugged his friend.
‘Everything will work out, Dom,’ he murmured, his anger melting away as he rocked Dom in his arms. Dom just sobbed onto Elijah’s bare shoulder, clinging to him as though his life depended on it.
*
Feedback is all I live for (joke, but it is pretty great). X-posted everywhere.
Author: Me (obsgirl)
Rating: Soft R-ish (for the overall fic)
Pairing: Brad/Orli, Dom/Orli, Dom/Lij
Summary: ‘One drink and Orlando’s anyone’s.’
Disclaimer: Nothing’s mine. Unfortunately.
A/N: Due to my recent Brad Pitt obsession (which I’m trying desperately to get rid of), I felt the urge to read some good Brad/Orli slash. But as I couldn’t find much, I decided to write some instead. Further inspiration came from the line I used in the summary, from the RotK cast commentary. Also, it’s kind of all over the place, like a train of thought type thing. A drunken train of thought. Um. Yeah. Excuses ;)
*
Part 1.
‘No way, man, he wouldn’t.’
‘Wouldn’t he? How can you be sure?’
‘He just wouldn’t. He’s not like that. He hasn’t got the guts.’
‘He would if he’s drunk.’
‘Nah.’
‘Believe me, he would.’
‘…you mean…’
‘Yeah.’
‘When?’
‘Loads of times.’
‘You saw him?’
‘No exactly hard to miss when you share an apartment.’
‘Ah. That sucks.’
‘Tell me about it.’
‘But you let it go?’
‘Couldn’t help myself.’
‘Wow.’
‘Yeah.’
Dom Monaghan sighed and pressed his cold glass to his forehead. He was at Elijah Wood’s house, it was nearly 2 in the morning, and outside the whether was terrible – Dom had got drenched walking from his apartment to Elijah’s house.
‘So…he’s there now?’ Elijah said after a few minutes. They had been going round in circles over one topic for almost half an hour now. Dom was on his third drink of scotch. The subject was Dom’s on/off boyfriend, Orlando Bloom.
‘Yeah, he’s there now.’
‘In your apartment?’
‘Our apartment.’
‘But…he’s not like that, Dom, surely…’
‘Like I said, he is when he’s drunk. He’ll screw anyone.’
‘But…but…but…’
Dom had to laugh at Elijah’s complete faith in the fact that Orlando was a perfect angel and would never cheat on anyone.
‘Lij, why do you think we fall out so often?’ he smirked.
‘I just thought you were having, you know, lovers tiff’s or something. Maybe you liked the making up after you fell out. I dunno, I never really gave it much thought. I just never thought it was that serious.’
‘Well, the making up is good…but we don’t fall out just to make up again. Sometimes I don’t want to make up, however good it is. I think I can never forgive him, but then he gives me that big brown eyed look…well, you know what that can do to people.’
‘Yeah, I guess. But still…how can he cheat on someone he loves?’
‘Commitment-phobic. He’s afraid of being tied down to one person forever. He says that he’s not, but the second he gets alcohol in him, it all comes out and off he goes with another bloke.’
‘Man…’
Dom downed the rest of his scotch and went to refill his glass again at Elijah’s mini bar. As he did so, he looked over at Elijah, sat curled up in his pyjama bottoms and old T-shirt, looking more like a troubled teen than a generally level headed 24 year old. He was frowning and staring into space, as if he still couldn’t understand Orlando cheating on Dom.
‘Hey, Lij, don’t worry too much about it ok? I shouldn’t have come round, especially at this time of the night.’
‘Doesn’t bother me, Dom – you coming round I mean. I was just thinking…I was thinking about Orli. He doesn’t strike me as a commitment-phobe, really. Doesn’t strike me as the cheating type. Knocks him down a few points in my good books.’ Elijah laughed a little. ‘It’s disappointing, really.’
Dom sighed. ‘Yeah, tell me about it. But I keep going back.’
‘Because you love him.’
‘Yup.’
There was a long silence, in which Dom swished his scotch around in the glass, the ice cubes clinking noisily on the side. He was feeling pretty drunk – probably because it was 2 in the morning and he hadn’t eaten in over 6 hours. And he’d been out drinking before he’d gone home. So he was pretty intoxicated.
‘I never asked,’ Elijah said suddenly. ‘Who’s Orli with? If you don’t mind me asking…’ he added hastily.
Dom gave a dry laugh. ‘Bloody Brad Pitt of all people. He’s bi, apparently. And single now, I guess. Single-ish.’
‘Brad? Seriously? Bi? …seriously?’
‘Yep, seriously. And fucking hot of course. So tonight when he called Orli and said he was in town, and they went for a drink…one thing led to another. And ended up leading to them being in our apartment together, in our bed together.’
‘Man…’
Elijah fell silent again; Dom finished the scotch and poured himself yet another. He took it back over to the sofa and collapsed next to Elijah, resting his head on the younger man’s shoulder.
‘It doesn’t help that Orlando’s such a lightweight,’ he grumbled. ‘One drink and he’s anyone’s. Except mine, usually.’
Suddenly, Dom felt angry, and with a reckless abandon, he turned to Elijah and kissed him. It wasn’t a romantic or loving kiss, but it was passionate – the anger, the loneliness and the rejection fuelled him.
After a few seconds, Elijah pushed him away. ‘Dom, don’t do this,’ he whispered. ‘You don’t want to do this. Don’t fall to that level.’
‘Shut up, Lij,’ Dom slurred, suddenly so drunk he could barely see straight. He’d crossed the line where he just didn’t care anymore. The alcohol had kicked in completely, and he had no really control over what he was doing. And he didn’t care. And so, he kissed Elijah again.
Elijah pushed him away again. ‘Don’t,’ he repeated more forcefully. But Dom kept trying. He was pulling at Elijah’s clothes, and he was stronger than the 24-year-old was. He straddled him, trying to pull the old T-shirt over his head. Elijah struggled, but Dom managed to get the clothing off him.
‘He’s hurt me too many times now, Lij,’ Dom growled. ‘He can’t always have all the fun, right?’
‘Dom, I’m straight for Chris’s sake!’ Elijah barked, still trying to get the older man off him.
‘Call it an experiment, everyone does them.’
‘Dom for FUCK’S sake! Stop it!’ Elijah yelled, finally throwing Dom off him and scrambling up. ‘I will NOT be your fucking revenge! Orli might have screwed you over, but please, don’t drag me into this. I’m your friend and I’ll gladly try and help you – talk with you – to get you through this, but I will not sleep with you to make you and him even.’
Dom looked up at Elijah from his position where he had landed on the floor, despair clouding his face. But what Elijah had said had got through to him, made him see what he was doing. Tears began to roll down his face. Sighing, Elijah dropped to his knees and hugged his friend.
‘Everything will work out, Dom,’ he murmured, his anger melting away as he rocked Dom in his arms. Dom just sobbed onto Elijah’s bare shoulder, clinging to him as though his life depended on it.
*
Feedback is all I live for (joke, but it is pretty great). X-posted everywhere.