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Black Bags and Duct Tape (2/3)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Length: Medium (three parts)
Pairing: Domlijah, Dom/Evi
Rating: This part R, series up to NC-17
Warnings: Het foreplay, rough!Dommie, alcohol, implied wanking (,and bears, oh my!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, have no money.
Feedback: Please!!
Archive: Yes but please let me know.
Summary: And here is part two. Wherein Dom makes mistakes, that may turn out to be blessings, and that fucking picture just won't go away.
Notes: Cheers to those who commented positively on part one and got me past my fear so that I could release this. Sorry about the lack of spacing between paragraphs in the last part--I've fixed this; as I'm a writer professionally and not used to the fanfic convention of spacing in this way, I hope you'll forgive me for the momentary lapse. Also, part three is written and should be up in a couple of days. It's a much longer part, and very NC-17. Please comment if you'd like to beta! (Oh, and I'm working on my American slang so please don't laugh if I make mistakes. I'm trying!)
Over the past two weeks, Evi had taken to worrying about him. Dom knew this, but he didn't really give as much of a fuck as he usually did. He was getting restless. He knew the signs, and he knew that trying this might not have been such a great idea, but he was invested now, and she lived with him, and he was going to see it through. At least, that was the plan. Three glasses of bourbon into a Friday night, however, he was feeling slightly agressive and slightly less nicey-nicey.
"Honey, do you think...mphhhh" Evi was cut off on her way inside when Dom pinned her suddenly against the wall of the foyer, her wrists over her head and his mouth practically devouring her. One of his canines cut slightly into her lower lip, and she let out a dissatisfied squeak, pulling away with surprise. "Dom, what the hell are you..."
"I want to fuck you," he bit out against her ear, pressing her wrists harder against the wall, his hips echoing the movements of his hands. "I want to fuck you so raw..." he breathed, and he tried not to curse when his eyes blinked shut and it was an image of Elijah, all hot and bound and wanting with that fucking tape across his mouth, that tempted him, not the current image of his beautiful girlfriend up against the wall. This angered him further, and trying to control his thoughts, he bit her earlobe.
"Hey! Dommie! Quit it! If you want to make love, then say so, but I don't like this. I don't like this at all." Dom snarled, not feeling very reasonable at the moment, and clutched her tighter.
"Well maybe I don't give a fuck," he spat out. "When have I ever gotten to fuck you, Evi? Not make love, but fuck you good and hard? Jesus christ, you know, I think you might need a good fucking," he continued, his right hand trailing down to twist a nipple painfully between his fingers. But Evi, evidently, had had enough, and rather than heading towards the bedroom he found himself shoved ungracefully to the floor, his girlfriend staring at him with disgust as she removed a keyring from her pocket.
"Fuck you, Dominic! I thought you were ready for a mature relationship, but I guess I thought wrong." She angrily released a house key from the ring and tossed it ungracefully to his chest, plunking against his breastbone with a gentle thud that should've hurt more if it weren't for his alcoholic buzz. He grasped his head in surprise, blinking as she stalked off, and just lay there in the hallway trying to put two and two together until she returned, duffle in hand, passport in the other, stepping over him and throwing the door open. "Don't call," she finished, and he groaned as the door slammed too loudly in his ear, rolling over and flopping down on his stomach.
"Well fuck vanilla," he muttered to himself, surprised that he had no tears to cry. He had tried, and he had failed, and so he shut his eyes and let his hand trail down his stomach, finishing off the job that Evi hadn't been interested in before the mood dissipated. "Fuck..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "...'Lijah." And the whispered word didn't sound strange coming from his lips, and he wasn't going to take the time to analyze it, anyway.
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Length: Medium (three parts)
Pairing: Domlijah, Dom/Evi
Rating: This part R, series up to NC-17
Warnings: Het foreplay, rough!Dommie, alcohol, implied wanking (,and bears, oh my!)
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, have no money.
Feedback: Please!!
Archive: Yes but please let me know.
Summary: And here is part two. Wherein Dom makes mistakes, that may turn out to be blessings, and that fucking picture just won't go away.
Notes: Cheers to those who commented positively on part one and got me past my fear so that I could release this. Sorry about the lack of spacing between paragraphs in the last part--I've fixed this; as I'm a writer professionally and not used to the fanfic convention of spacing in this way, I hope you'll forgive me for the momentary lapse. Also, part three is written and should be up in a couple of days. It's a much longer part, and very NC-17. Please comment if you'd like to beta! (Oh, and I'm working on my American slang so please don't laugh if I make mistakes. I'm trying!)
Over the past two weeks, Evi had taken to worrying about him. Dom knew this, but he didn't really give as much of a fuck as he usually did. He was getting restless. He knew the signs, and he knew that trying this might not have been such a great idea, but he was invested now, and she lived with him, and he was going to see it through. At least, that was the plan. Three glasses of bourbon into a Friday night, however, he was feeling slightly agressive and slightly less nicey-nicey.
"Honey, do you think...mphhhh" Evi was cut off on her way inside when Dom pinned her suddenly against the wall of the foyer, her wrists over her head and his mouth practically devouring her. One of his canines cut slightly into her lower lip, and she let out a dissatisfied squeak, pulling away with surprise. "Dom, what the hell are you..."
"I want to fuck you," he bit out against her ear, pressing her wrists harder against the wall, his hips echoing the movements of his hands. "I want to fuck you so raw..." he breathed, and he tried not to curse when his eyes blinked shut and it was an image of Elijah, all hot and bound and wanting with that fucking tape across his mouth, that tempted him, not the current image of his beautiful girlfriend up against the wall. This angered him further, and trying to control his thoughts, he bit her earlobe.
"Hey! Dommie! Quit it! If you want to make love, then say so, but I don't like this. I don't like this at all." Dom snarled, not feeling very reasonable at the moment, and clutched her tighter.
"Well maybe I don't give a fuck," he spat out. "When have I ever gotten to fuck you, Evi? Not make love, but fuck you good and hard? Jesus christ, you know, I think you might need a good fucking," he continued, his right hand trailing down to twist a nipple painfully between his fingers. But Evi, evidently, had had enough, and rather than heading towards the bedroom he found himself shoved ungracefully to the floor, his girlfriend staring at him with disgust as she removed a keyring from her pocket.
"Fuck you, Dominic! I thought you were ready for a mature relationship, but I guess I thought wrong." She angrily released a house key from the ring and tossed it ungracefully to his chest, plunking against his breastbone with a gentle thud that should've hurt more if it weren't for his alcoholic buzz. He grasped his head in surprise, blinking as she stalked off, and just lay there in the hallway trying to put two and two together until she returned, duffle in hand, passport in the other, stepping over him and throwing the door open. "Don't call," she finished, and he groaned as the door slammed too loudly in his ear, rolling over and flopping down on his stomach.
"Well fuck vanilla," he muttered to himself, surprised that he had no tears to cry. He had tried, and he had failed, and so he shut his eyes and let his hand trail down his stomach, finishing off the job that Evi hadn't been interested in before the mood dissipated. "Fuck..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "...'Lijah." And the whispered word didn't sound strange coming from his lips, and he wasn't going to take the time to analyze it, anyway.