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Officer and Gentleman; AU Drabble series Parts One and Two, BB/DM; R/NC–17
Title: Officer and Gentleman Parts 1–2/6
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiltsandlollies
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Dominic's got sticky fingers and information. Billy's got handcuffs and Dominic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Quel domage.
Author's Note: This began as two drabbles for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrips100 AU mystery challenge and is now The Drabble That Would Not Sleep. Parts 3–4 and 5–6 to be posted tonight as well. Has previously appeared at monaboyd; my apologies for the crosspost spamwich. Several wonderful people have encouraged me through this. Ladies, offerings were made at your altars. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine, my own.
Feedback: Would be cherished.
I.
Darkness. Hands, mouths. Hardness, heat. Then, discovery.
Dominic fingers the handcuffs and badge he’s found on Billy, while Billy frowns at the lock pick and box cutter he’s taken from Dominic.
“You’re a detective ...”
“You’re a thief.”
Billy fights Dominic until the handcuffs land around his own wrists. He stills, granting the thief the right to finish this.
“Not gonna kill you,” Dominic breathes.
“I will catch you, Dominic—” Billy shivers when Dominic’s lips rest against his, waiting, working, until Billy tastes the Dominic–slaked bitterness of the key as it passes into his mouth.
“No,” Dominic whispers, and disappears.
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Dominic’s had a good night. His pockets are heavy with wallets, traveller’s cheques, and—lovely—Yorkie bars. So he’s somewhat irritated that he’s now handcuffed, flat on his back, staring up at the detective.
“Not very good at this, are you, Dominic?” Billy sighs.
“Better than you ...” Dominic smirks.
“I was ... distracted. You’re nothing special.”
“Aren’t I?” Dominic squirms under Billy’s boot. “Take me in, then. I’m not resisting.”
“I’ve noticed.”
And now Dominic shivers.
“What are you doing—” Billy’s lips carry an unexpected violence, and Dominic returns it tenfold, tearing the words from Billy’s mouth.
“... taking you in, Dommie ...”
-----------------------
Billy is shaking when he pulls away. He pretends to ignore Dominic’s protests as he lifts him to stand.
“Take me,” Dominic whispers. “Home’s just around the corner, it’s quiet ...”
“No.”
“You can keep me in these ...”
Billy hears the rattle of the handcuffs, and his indecision turns from problematic to physically painful.
“I can smell it on you, Boyd ... let me taste it ...” Dominic’s tongue snakes out to lap at Billy’s neck, and Billy nearly falls to his knees. Dominic murmurs in acknowledgement, and Billy is crashing, burning.
“Now. We do this now.”
Dominic nods, and begins to walk.
-----------------------
They are suddenly inside, bathed in darkness. Dominic’s eyes adjust to see Billy holding the lockpick with practiced fingers.
“This belongs to you, yes?” Billy smiles. “Didn’t count on anyone else knowing how to use it?”
“Not you, at any rate ...”
“I was once like you, lad,” Billy’s hand runs down Dominic’s chest, pausing at his belt and yanking him forward so their bodies meet. Dominic gasps, drawing a darker smile from Billy. “There’s no trick I’ve not seen. Or tried. Remember that.”
There is a moment of quiet, of fear.
And then the handcuffs fall from Dominic’s grateful wrists.
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Billy takes his time drawing the clothes from Dominic’s body. His mouth tightens when he sees the mottled purple bruise on the bared skin of the thief’s chest.
“You made that,” Dominic whispers, his tongue darting to catch Billy’s. “Shall we make some more, Boyd?”
“Inspector ...” Billy touches the bruise, enthralled.
“Inspector.” Dominic reacts, smacking Billy’s hand away and shoving him backward on the bed in one motion. His hands tear at Billy’s clothes, and his mouth is searing, branding Billy’s throat and neck.
“Wait, wait—”
“No,” Dominic growls, all teeth and flashing eyes. “You said we do this now.”
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Dominic descends, drawing Billy inside while Billy shakes beneath him.
“Yes, perfect—you want this—”
“Stop talking,” Billy hisses.
“Right ... so you can forget who you’re fucking.” Dominic rolls his hips, and Billy’s answer is to meet him, gasping.
“You’re fucking a thief, Inspector; a thief you’ve caught and released twice.”
“I didn’t—God, don’t stop—”
“You did. Twice.” Dominic whispers. “People will say we’re in love.”
“Fuck you,” Billy spits. Dominic attacks, rising and falling until he stills, thighs clenching, mouth twisted in a silent grimace. Billy follows him, shouting.
Dominic collapses, and Billy catches him.
It is over.
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Billy’s eyes are closed as he sits at his desk, lost. He feels something beyond hungover, something darker but sweeter.
“Boyd. Visitor for you.”
Billy moves slowly toward the entrance of the police station, ready for anything but what he finds there.
Who he finds there.
Dominic waits, hands deep in his back pockets. The air leaves Billy’s lungs in a rush, and Dominic turns with a smirk that hits Billy harder than the thief’s fist ever could.
And then the smirk disappears.
“I have something for you.”
Billy nods without thinking, and pushes Dominic toward an empty interrogation room.
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“I’ve found him.”
Billy stares, uncomprehending.
“The thief you’re supposed to be tracking instead of me. I can bring him to you Friday night. He’ll be filling his pockets, carving slices from young men’s faces—”
Billy is livid. “If it’s you, Dominic—”
“I don’t hurt people,” Dominic yells, and Billy shivers.
“I’m a fucking pickpocket, Boyd. I could never—.” Dominic shakes his head, pulling Billy’s handcuffs from his pocket.
“I wanted to give them back to you,” Dominic sighs. “But you can come get them yourself.”
Billy looks away. “Dominic ...”
“Come get them, Inspector, and I’ll bring him to you.”
II.
Billy spends Wednesday night with the case file. Pictures of young men, each with their faces slashed twice in sharp diagonal lines, stare up at him. He stares back until he doesn’t feel it anymore.
His superintendent truly believes that the thief should only be wanted for what he’s taken from the tourists. That the young men were rentboys and had it coming.
Billy has never been a true believer.
The file sits open on his table, beckoning, while Billy paces.
When he closes his eyes he sees nothing but Dominic’s scruffy, lupine face, slashed twice in sharp diagonal lines.
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Dominic is surprised when Billy appears at his door, but he lets the detective in with the grace of a practiced host.
Billy slaps a notebook on the table and motions for Dominic to sit.
“Write down everything you know.”
Dominic blinks. “That’s a small notebook.”
“Don’t play now, Dominic,” Billy hisses. “You’re in danger. And I can’t help you unless—”
Dominic smells fear, and places two calloused fingers on Billy’s lips. “He doesn’t want me.”
Billy waits, breath caught—stolen, Billy thinks.
“He likes them pretty. Frightened. Sometimes for sale.”
Dominic lowers his hand.
“I’m none of the above.”
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Billy’s hands are not gentle as he pulls the thief from his car and into his apartment, but Dominic does not fight.
“When did you last eat?” Silence. “Dominic.”
“Yesterday.” The whisper costs Dominic much, and Billy understands. But he cannot watch when Dominic tucks into the offered food like a wild dog.
Billy waits in the front room, and freezes when Dominic’s hands fall on his hips.
“No, it’s not—”
“Inspector,” Dominic breathes, kneeling before him. “Don’t mistake this for anything but what I want.”
Dominic’s mouth is not gentle as he takes him, but Billy does not fight.
------------------------
Dominic sleeps well into the next afternoon, and Billy wonders if it is because he feels safe.
The station is quiet, so Billy stays home, poring over the case file, re–examining photographs burnt into his memory.
He opens the notebook, hoping Dominic has provided something useful. The pages contain detailed reports and illustrations of Dominic’s petty thefts, and then—
Tucked in the middle is a drawing of the man Billy seeks—the thief he imagined Dominic to be—and the story behind each of his crimes.
When he closes the notebook, Billy wonders how Dominic can sleep at all.
------------------------
Dominic wakes only long enough to shove more of Billy’s food down his throat before he stumbles backs to bed. Billy’s eyes burn in remembrance of his own sleepless nights, and he lets him be.
He would rather Dominic sleep, anyway. There is work to be done.
Billy rounds up two of his best men and plans to meet as soon as the darkness will hide them.
His mind is clear, but for Dominic. Now that he has the information he needs, Billy has few ideas for what to do with the thief.
As ever, the handcuffs provide an answer.
------------------------
Billy can feel it in the air. The thief is out here tonight, as are tourists. Old women. And the next beautiful, endangered young man.
He watches the crowd, wishing he could speed things up. He wants to be home, wants this to be over, wants to be underneath the thief asleep in his bed.
Billy has come to this conclusion after quite the internal debate.
He turns and is greeted by a fist, formed by a hand he knows too well. When the night sky stops spinning above him, Billy’s vision is filled with Dominic.
“How fucking dare you?”
------------------------
Billy has to remind himself to breathe.
Dominic is bringing down the heavens, raging about being left handcuffed to a bed while Billy possibly gets himself killed hunting a thief who’s outsmarted him for months.
“You absolute cunt! I trusted you—”
Billy grabs Dominic, desperate to quiet him, but is quickly bested.
“Dommie, enough, stop this—”
Dominic hisses when Billy grabs his wrists, and Billy sees the deep red welts from where Dominic has forced his way out of the handcuffs.
Their eyes meet, and Billy drops his hands.
“Behind you,” Dominic whispers, and Billy knows this is the end.
------------------------
Billy ducks the hit. The double–bladed knife grazes Dominic’s face instead, and he crumples to the ground. Billy whirls, but their assailant is already gone. Billy follows Dominic’s panicked gaze to another detective, bearing down on them in the dark.
Dominic ransacks his pockets to produce the handcuffs. “Hurry.”
“No, I won’t—”
“Not for me, Inspector.” Dominic grabs Billy’s hands and shackles them, hard. And then Dominic’s mouth rests on his, waiting, working—
“You fucking get him,” Dominic breathes. “If you don’t, he’ll be back for me.”
Billy nods, breath stolen once more. “Go.”
“Yes,” Dominic whispers, and disappears.
Author:
kiltsandlolliesPairing: BB/DM
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Dominic's got sticky fingers and information. Billy's got handcuffs and Dominic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Quel domage.
Author's Note: This began as two drabbles for the
lotrips100 AU mystery challenge and is now The Drabble That Would Not Sleep. Parts 3–4 and 5–6 to be posted tonight as well. Has previously appeared at monaboyd; my apologies for the crosspost spamwich. Several wonderful people have encouraged me through this. Ladies, offerings were made at your altars. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine, my own.Feedback: Would be cherished.
I.
Darkness. Hands, mouths. Hardness, heat. Then, discovery.
Dominic fingers the handcuffs and badge he’s found on Billy, while Billy frowns at the lock pick and box cutter he’s taken from Dominic.
“You’re a detective ...”
“You’re a thief.”
Billy fights Dominic until the handcuffs land around his own wrists. He stills, granting the thief the right to finish this.
“Not gonna kill you,” Dominic breathes.
“I will catch you, Dominic—” Billy shivers when Dominic’s lips rest against his, waiting, working, until Billy tastes the Dominic–slaked bitterness of the key as it passes into his mouth.
“No,” Dominic whispers, and disappears.
-----------------------
Dominic’s had a good night. His pockets are heavy with wallets, traveller’s cheques, and—lovely—Yorkie bars. So he’s somewhat irritated that he’s now handcuffed, flat on his back, staring up at the detective.
“Not very good at this, are you, Dominic?” Billy sighs.
“Better than you ...” Dominic smirks.
“I was ... distracted. You’re nothing special.”
“Aren’t I?” Dominic squirms under Billy’s boot. “Take me in, then. I’m not resisting.”
“I’ve noticed.”
And now Dominic shivers.
“What are you doing—” Billy’s lips carry an unexpected violence, and Dominic returns it tenfold, tearing the words from Billy’s mouth.
“... taking you in, Dommie ...”
-----------------------
Billy is shaking when he pulls away. He pretends to ignore Dominic’s protests as he lifts him to stand.
“Take me,” Dominic whispers. “Home’s just around the corner, it’s quiet ...”
“No.”
“You can keep me in these ...”
Billy hears the rattle of the handcuffs, and his indecision turns from problematic to physically painful.
“I can smell it on you, Boyd ... let me taste it ...” Dominic’s tongue snakes out to lap at Billy’s neck, and Billy nearly falls to his knees. Dominic murmurs in acknowledgement, and Billy is crashing, burning.
“Now. We do this now.”
Dominic nods, and begins to walk.
-----------------------
They are suddenly inside, bathed in darkness. Dominic’s eyes adjust to see Billy holding the lockpick with practiced fingers.
“This belongs to you, yes?” Billy smiles. “Didn’t count on anyone else knowing how to use it?”
“Not you, at any rate ...”
“I was once like you, lad,” Billy’s hand runs down Dominic’s chest, pausing at his belt and yanking him forward so their bodies meet. Dominic gasps, drawing a darker smile from Billy. “There’s no trick I’ve not seen. Or tried. Remember that.”
There is a moment of quiet, of fear.
And then the handcuffs fall from Dominic’s grateful wrists.
-----------------------
Billy takes his time drawing the clothes from Dominic’s body. His mouth tightens when he sees the mottled purple bruise on the bared skin of the thief’s chest.
“You made that,” Dominic whispers, his tongue darting to catch Billy’s. “Shall we make some more, Boyd?”
“Inspector ...” Billy touches the bruise, enthralled.
“Inspector.” Dominic reacts, smacking Billy’s hand away and shoving him backward on the bed in one motion. His hands tear at Billy’s clothes, and his mouth is searing, branding Billy’s throat and neck.
“Wait, wait—”
“No,” Dominic growls, all teeth and flashing eyes. “You said we do this now.”
-----------------------
Dominic descends, drawing Billy inside while Billy shakes beneath him.
“Yes, perfect—you want this—”
“Stop talking,” Billy hisses.
“Right ... so you can forget who you’re fucking.” Dominic rolls his hips, and Billy’s answer is to meet him, gasping.
“You’re fucking a thief, Inspector; a thief you’ve caught and released twice.”
“I didn’t—God, don’t stop—”
“You did. Twice.” Dominic whispers. “People will say we’re in love.”
“Fuck you,” Billy spits. Dominic attacks, rising and falling until he stills, thighs clenching, mouth twisted in a silent grimace. Billy follows him, shouting.
Dominic collapses, and Billy catches him.
It is over.
-----------------------
Billy’s eyes are closed as he sits at his desk, lost. He feels something beyond hungover, something darker but sweeter.
“Boyd. Visitor for you.”
Billy moves slowly toward the entrance of the police station, ready for anything but what he finds there.
Who he finds there.
Dominic waits, hands deep in his back pockets. The air leaves Billy’s lungs in a rush, and Dominic turns with a smirk that hits Billy harder than the thief’s fist ever could.
And then the smirk disappears.
“I have something for you.”
Billy nods without thinking, and pushes Dominic toward an empty interrogation room.
-----------------------
“I’ve found him.”
Billy stares, uncomprehending.
“The thief you’re supposed to be tracking instead of me. I can bring him to you Friday night. He’ll be filling his pockets, carving slices from young men’s faces—”
Billy is livid. “If it’s you, Dominic—”
“I don’t hurt people,” Dominic yells, and Billy shivers.
“I’m a fucking pickpocket, Boyd. I could never—.” Dominic shakes his head, pulling Billy’s handcuffs from his pocket.
“I wanted to give them back to you,” Dominic sighs. “But you can come get them yourself.”
Billy looks away. “Dominic ...”
“Come get them, Inspector, and I’ll bring him to you.”
II.
Billy spends Wednesday night with the case file. Pictures of young men, each with their faces slashed twice in sharp diagonal lines, stare up at him. He stares back until he doesn’t feel it anymore.
His superintendent truly believes that the thief should only be wanted for what he’s taken from the tourists. That the young men were rentboys and had it coming.
Billy has never been a true believer.
The file sits open on his table, beckoning, while Billy paces.
When he closes his eyes he sees nothing but Dominic’s scruffy, lupine face, slashed twice in sharp diagonal lines.
------------------------
Dominic is surprised when Billy appears at his door, but he lets the detective in with the grace of a practiced host.
Billy slaps a notebook on the table and motions for Dominic to sit.
“Write down everything you know.”
Dominic blinks. “That’s a small notebook.”
“Don’t play now, Dominic,” Billy hisses. “You’re in danger. And I can’t help you unless—”
Dominic smells fear, and places two calloused fingers on Billy’s lips. “He doesn’t want me.”
Billy waits, breath caught—stolen, Billy thinks.
“He likes them pretty. Frightened. Sometimes for sale.”
Dominic lowers his hand.
“I’m none of the above.”
------------------------
Billy’s hands are not gentle as he pulls the thief from his car and into his apartment, but Dominic does not fight.
“When did you last eat?” Silence. “Dominic.”
“Yesterday.” The whisper costs Dominic much, and Billy understands. But he cannot watch when Dominic tucks into the offered food like a wild dog.
Billy waits in the front room, and freezes when Dominic’s hands fall on his hips.
“No, it’s not—”
“Inspector,” Dominic breathes, kneeling before him. “Don’t mistake this for anything but what I want.”
Dominic’s mouth is not gentle as he takes him, but Billy does not fight.
------------------------
Dominic sleeps well into the next afternoon, and Billy wonders if it is because he feels safe.
The station is quiet, so Billy stays home, poring over the case file, re–examining photographs burnt into his memory.
He opens the notebook, hoping Dominic has provided something useful. The pages contain detailed reports and illustrations of Dominic’s petty thefts, and then—
Tucked in the middle is a drawing of the man Billy seeks—the thief he imagined Dominic to be—and the story behind each of his crimes.
When he closes the notebook, Billy wonders how Dominic can sleep at all.
------------------------
Dominic wakes only long enough to shove more of Billy’s food down his throat before he stumbles backs to bed. Billy’s eyes burn in remembrance of his own sleepless nights, and he lets him be.
He would rather Dominic sleep, anyway. There is work to be done.
Billy rounds up two of his best men and plans to meet as soon as the darkness will hide them.
His mind is clear, but for Dominic. Now that he has the information he needs, Billy has few ideas for what to do with the thief.
As ever, the handcuffs provide an answer.
------------------------
Billy can feel it in the air. The thief is out here tonight, as are tourists. Old women. And the next beautiful, endangered young man.
He watches the crowd, wishing he could speed things up. He wants to be home, wants this to be over, wants to be underneath the thief asleep in his bed.
Billy has come to this conclusion after quite the internal debate.
He turns and is greeted by a fist, formed by a hand he knows too well. When the night sky stops spinning above him, Billy’s vision is filled with Dominic.
“How fucking dare you?”
------------------------
Billy has to remind himself to breathe.
Dominic is bringing down the heavens, raging about being left handcuffed to a bed while Billy possibly gets himself killed hunting a thief who’s outsmarted him for months.
“You absolute cunt! I trusted you—”
Billy grabs Dominic, desperate to quiet him, but is quickly bested.
“Dommie, enough, stop this—”
Dominic hisses when Billy grabs his wrists, and Billy sees the deep red welts from where Dominic has forced his way out of the handcuffs.
Their eyes meet, and Billy drops his hands.
“Behind you,” Dominic whispers, and Billy knows this is the end.
------------------------
Billy ducks the hit. The double–bladed knife grazes Dominic’s face instead, and he crumples to the ground. Billy whirls, but their assailant is already gone. Billy follows Dominic’s panicked gaze to another detective, bearing down on them in the dark.
Dominic ransacks his pockets to produce the handcuffs. “Hurry.”
“No, I won’t—”
“Not for me, Inspector.” Dominic grabs Billy’s hands and shackles them, hard. And then Dominic’s mouth rests on his, waiting, working—
“You fucking get him,” Dominic breathes. “If you don’t, he’ll be back for me.”
Billy nods, breath stolen once more. “Go.”
“Yes,” Dominic whispers, and disappears.
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/orlando voice
Chee hee hee. *flips skirt in your direction* I promise there will be more soon, after Iconography. These bad boys won't get out of my head.
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PimpLink away, I'm thrilled you liked it.no subject
(oh, and nggghhh, handcuffs)
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