Fic: Four Of A Kind (1/2)

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Four of A Kind
by capra_maritimus

Category: PWP, Humour
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Billy/Dom/Ali/Evi in various combinations.
Summary: Evi makes a request.

Disclaimer: Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Alison McKinnon and Evangeline Lilly are real people that I do not own in any way, shape, or form. I have also never met any of them. None of this ever happened. Really. [Well, okay, I suppose we could assume that Billy and Ali had sex at least once.... ;) < /gratuitous Monty Python reference>]

Notes:

Many, many thanks to msilverstar for helping me wrestle this puppy into submission.

Also, thanks to danachan, ladysunrope and willtoburn for offering to look this over when I was still banging my head on the earlier drafts. And, for trollsttroll, ckduchess, teffy, rubynye, msmollusk, and the many others who have no problem with letting the ladies play along with the guys, too. :D

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"I'd like to try that."

The sunlight streaming through the slatted blind made Evi squint as she spoke. She nuzzled further into Dom's chest, closing her eyes to the late afternoon Hawaiian glare. He stroked her hair in reply, surfing his fingers along the long, brown waves.

"What, love?"

"What you and Billy were doing."

Dom's eyes widened with interest. Fingers slid down to smooth the cleft of her ass, the teasing scrape of nails making Evi tremble. "You want that? Really?"

"Your face. It was so incredible when he was inside you," she confessed, looking shyly at him. "I want to know what that's like."

Dom smiled. "Billy does feel pretty good. You'd like him."

Startled, Evi looked over to where Billy was leisurely kissing Ali, limbs and fingers entwined, the two of them gently bumping against her naked thigh now and again. Evi chewed on her lower lip in nervous consternation, wondering if she had misunderstood or if Dom was just yanking her chain again. He'd better not be, she thought as moths fluttered in her stomach.

Playful fingers smoothed the crease in her brow. "What's going on in there?" Dom asked with a kiss.

Billy raised his lips from Ali's and chuckled. "I'm not sure she was expecting me to do the honours, as it were."

Evi flushed. Damn, he had been listening. The fluttering in her gut increased to hula pahu tempo.

Dom's flash of concern toward her disappeared beneath his best cheeky grin. "Well, why not, Bills? Surely you'd agree that an anal virgin should start small?"

Ali's sudden laughter and Evi's embarrassed giggles drowned out Billy's outraged "Hmphf". Dom received a mouthful of pillow for his temerity.

"Shut it, you."

Ali rubbed Dom's arm reproachfully. "Now, now, Dominic, better a master with a dirk than a bampot with a claemore."

Dom sputtered and glared at her. "Are you implying I don't know how to wield my sword?" Evi's resulting hysterics threatened to knock her off Dom and onto the floor. Judging from the affronted expression on his face, she thought he might just decide to help her along.

Billy snorted. "Definitely not my first time. Bloody hurt, ye wanker."

"You said you wanted to start big, Bill."

"You 'forgot' the lube, Dom."

With a disparaging sniff, Dom turned his attention back to Evi and powered up the puppy dog eyes to eleven. "Surely you don't have any complaints...?"

Evi tried to look coy and failed miserably, laughter bubbling through her grin. "If the foo shits...."

Dom swooned in mock horror and flung an arm across the giggling peanut gallery, his much maligned cock in hand. "Et tu, Evi? Is all of Rome against me? Zounds! How shall I survive when my poor, unwanted Rapier of Love gets too big for my trousers?" He stroked it sympathetically as he pouted.

From somewhere under his arm came Ali's muffled giggles. "Read for the cast of Lysistrata. You'd be brilliant!"

Billy howled with glee into her collarbone and so was caught unawares when Dom roughly shoved him to the floor, crying "Death to sheep shaggers!" Abandoned for the greater desire for revenge, the two women shared a wry grin before snuggling gleefully together, Evi behind, to watch the live nude version of the Anglo-Scottish wars taking place on the floor of Dom's cluttered bedroom.

Evi closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of Ali's hair and sweat, revelling in the familiar intimacy. She traced the lovely, much-missed skin in front of her, tasting the ghost of their earlier activities in the way Ali moved, in the lingering salty tang. The hint of a certain scent (sharp, distinct, and not from Ali at all) abruptly evoked the memory of absolute bliss she'd seen on Dom's face thanks to Billy's 'swordsmanship'. Her mouth slowed on Ali's nape, thoughtful. She was pretty sure jealousy was not the genesis of her request; instead, what moved through her was an almost belligerent, maybe even competitive, curiosity, and damn if she didn't want it satisfied.

The problem with Billy (well, it wasn't a problem so much as an eensy, weensy disappointment) was that the two of them had had hardly any physical contact at all since the start of this crazy foursome-ish thing some months before. Sure, she'd kissed him a few times, once (briefly) in a 'god, you two are fucking gorgeous together' sort of sentiment while Ali sucked him off (briefly because Dom immediately insisted on a similar blowjob for himself), and obviously they'd seen each other naked (and what a lovely mental image that was), but past gestures of affection really didn't compare to the type of hardcore 'oh my god fuck me up the ass' contact that Dom was now suggesting and Billy was now...not saying yes to.

Well, he hadn't said no....

The man in question was, meanwhile, wrestling with Dom in the Athenian fashion, their sweat a secular replacement for the sacred oils that should have anointed their bodies. Evi's hand tightened on Ali's stomach at the thought of such slick skin under her fingertips, her mouth, her belly. She swallowed and mused aloud that it was a damned shame Olympic athletes were expected to wear clothes nowadays. Her only answer was a breathy sigh and a slow lick against her fingers.

Evi glanced over to see Dom use his forearms to pin Billy's chest long enough to straddle his thighs. Ali hummed her approval and slid her body against Evi's slopes and curves, half-lidded eyes dilating from the stimulation both before and behind. Evi's thoughts scattered like old leaves caught in a dust devil at the electrifying contact, and gasped into Ali's neck as she pulled her closer. Evi's mouth adhered itself to her skin and she moaned at the taste that sparked on her tongue - sweat and coconut sunblock and the faint tang of expensive aftershave.

"Why're you attacking me? She said it, the minx!"

"You laughed, too!" Dom accused, trying to keep control of the squirming, laughing form beneath him.

"So did they!"

"Suck it up, porridge wog!"

"Mancunian menace! And mine's longer!"

Billy's wrists were slammed into the carpet above his head. "Really?" Dom growled, his face mere centimetres from Billy's. "Let's line them up and compare, shall we?"

Hip ground into groin and both men gasped, the harsh sound signalling the start of more Bacchanalian sport. Billy moaned and writhed in delighted appreciation of Dom's method of unscientific measurement (an appreciation that the two women shared). The sunlight, oblivious to it all, had shifted to paint bands of fire across their skin like exotic tattoos, curling up the volcanic terrain of their bodies and onto the bed, an invitation for the tracery of hand and tongue that both Dom and Billy accepted without a second thought.

Evi licked her lips and slaked her sudden appetite against flesh more accessible. Ali sighed throatily and squirmed eagerly against Evi's hungry mouth.

"Oh, God, now that's more like it."

"Missed this," Evi gasped, mouthing the short hairs on Ali's nape, brushing the telltale marks she'd left earlier in their reunion.

"Missed you, my sweet one," Ali sighed and reached back to pull at Evi's hip. "It's been too long."

"Nine weeks." Evi stroked the hand petting lazy circles on her ass. "Nine weeks I've been without your taste, your touch," she breathed, giddy with emotion. "I nearly went crazy."

Ali's hand clenched then slid down to pull Evi's thigh over hers. "Too long," she repeated. Their limbs entwined further, seeking to fill a craving for closeness that a day already spent together in bed had barely satisfied. Evi's arms wrapped around Ali's chest and held on while they watched their boyfriends reconnect in their own exhilarating manner. It's been too long for all of us, Evi realized, mirroring the half-hidden desperation in Dom's caresses, in Billy's choked-out syllables.

"Admit it, Billy, you love my claemore. Especially in your arse," Dom panted into Billy's mouth, the words punctuated by bites and licks. "And in your mouth, and in your hand." His trademark grin appeared. "And in your woman." He raised his head to wink slyly at Ali, who licked her lips teasingly in reply.

"Yes," agreed Billy, gasping in answer to another rolling hip thrust. "The multitude in this room definitely appreciates your expert sword-handling skills...ah, Christ...." And that exclamation, Evi thought, grinning, was probably the last intelligible comment she'd hear from him for the next while. Dom's mouth had never had any complaints from her, and, from the sound of things, none would be forthcoming from Billy, either.

"I have to agree with him about your Dom," Ali moaned to the sensation of fingernails pinching her nipple.

"Technically, he was your Dom first," Evi teased, but flushed with pleasure anyway. My Dom.

"'Our' Dom, actually. And technically that arrangement was before you," Ali smiled, taking Evi's hand from her breast and kissing the fingers lightly. "Until you consented to join our merry menagerie, that is. And I, for one, am incredibly happy that you did."

Evi stilled. "And Billy? Is he--"

"Billy is still a wee bit over-cautious. He'll come round," Ali stated, quietly confident. "I know he is not entirely indifferent to your beauty," she said, and traced the truth on each lovely finger with her tongue.

Evi let herself be lured back into arousal. "The feeling is very mutual," she admitted, desire and relief making her brave. She pulled Ali impossibly closer, and mouthed the tender skin behind Ali's ear. Pulling her fingers free from Ali's mouth, she slipped her hand between her legs. Ali's head snapped back in pleasure, earning Evi a noseful of spiky blond hair. She breathed in the scent of her shampoo and grinned in sudden inspiration.

Raising herself with one arm Evi kneeled over the woman beneath her, keeping the fingers of her other hand in place (no way in hell was she going to remove them from that lovely warmth), and slowly, slowly slid her long hair over Ali's breasts and down her belly. Evi watched Ali arch and moan in approval under the weight of it, teasing her nipples with the ends, now slipping it like heavy silk along her skin. Evi felt her breath quicken when Ali pressed and held a handful of it against her clit (not moving, just steady pressure), her hand close to Evi's slowly stroking one.

An ear-shattering shriek (from Billy, most likely) startled them from their explorations. The gay porn love-fest that had been taking place on the floor had degenerated into an all-out tickle war. Ali rolled her eyes at her lovers' antics, far too used to their ways to be overly impressed. Evi just grinned and continued her long sweeps over Ali's skin, refusing to be totally distracted by the men's youthful exuberance.

"They're like puppies," she giggled, leaning closer to lick Ali's ear playfully.

"But, sadly, not as well trained," Ali replied with a distracted smirk. A sharp curse was heard as a wayward foot knocked over a not quite empty water glass. Ali looked up at her, one eyebrow lifted.

"See? They still piddle on the carpet."

"Oi!"

"Shut it, woman!"

Ali laughed and pulled Evi on top of her. "They are adorable, but there are times when I'd rather they were doing something else. Preferably to me." She sucked lovingly on Evi's collarbone. "At least now I have someone to help me pass the time while they play."

Evi thrilled at the ease with which Ali rolled her over and insinuated a muscular thigh between her legs, teeth scraping at her throat. They rocked against each other, moaning and sighing at the lovely friction while hands slid and grasped everywhere, frantic with need and the awareness that their time together would be all too short.

Evi could feel new wetness sliding on her leg; shaky with longing she moved Ali to the side to slide down her body (sneaking a tongue-filled kiss on the way) and slid two fingers again inside of her, luxuriating in the slickness and the softness. Ali's resulting cries were such an aphrodisiac to her, and Evi thought that adding her mouth to Ali's breast made everything absolutely perfect.

She was too joyfully preoccupied with the nipple pushing into her mouth and the heady scent of Ali's arousal to take note of the dipping of the bed; Fred the Lost polar bear could be lying there for all the mind she was paying to her surroundings. She sucked and bit, the taut nipple deliciously firm against her tongue. Ali was practically in a frenzy, her hips thrusting onto her fingers with heightened force, and, oh, she was going to come soon, Evi could feel it, and pressed her thumb harder against Ali's clit, wishing for a hand (a mouth, a cock, something) against her own.

"Hello, there. Having fun with my girl?" Billy whispered against her ear, running his fingers along her busy arm.

"Um, yeah, yeah, definitely," she replied into Ali's chest, her surprise throwing off her rhythm.

"Sorry," he murmured into her hair, one hand resting warmly on her waist. "Didn't mean to distract you."

"There's distracting and then there's distracting," she snarked, annoyed with herself for losing her concentration just because he was sprawled wantonly behind her. She frowned at Dom whose hand had taken over her spot between Ali's legs (both spots if Ali's growls and Dom's grin were any clue) and wondered where the hell her brain was that she could be sideswiped so easily.

Billy's hands caressed her neck and smoothed over the skin of her shoulders, surprisingly sensual, then moved to the line of her back and the swell of her ass. "Was that more the sort of 'distraction' you were hoping for?" he asked with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"...nngh...." she moaned, and she felt him press a laughing kiss into her hair. Ah, hell, who needed a brain, anyway?

She had forgotten how lovely Billy's hands were, how skilled at bringing forth heavenly music no matter what (or whom) his chosen instrument. He kept the rhythm slow, calm, almost meditative. Evi mirrored Billy's touches on Ali's body more roughly with her mouth and tongue, using the taste of Ali's sweat to drown out her stubborn fears that Billy would think her a poor replacement.

She grinned suddenly. Well. Billy must not be too disappointed if she could feel that brushing her thigh.

Ali opened her eyes mid-growl, eyes black and lost, fucking pleading for release. Billy leaned over Evi's head to kiss her hard, swallowing her noises as Dom moved his fingers more urgently and Evi bit down on the ruby skin under her mouth. If Billy hadn't been pressed against her she was certain Ali would have bucked her off the bed with the force of her orgasm. As it was, Evi's face was squished comically between her breasts and she laughed at the joy and absurdity of it.

When Ali finally stilled, Evi placed a few more kisses against the curves there and wiggled out from under Billy - or tried to; without breaking his kiss with Ali, he used one arm to keep her close.

"Billy, I'm having trouble breathing here," Evi giggled, still attempting (not very hard, really) to squirm free of his hold.

"I could offer you some mouth to mouth," he grinned. "I think Ali's beyond help." A disgruntled groan put the lie to that comment and Billy laughed when an exhausted arm clumsily pulled him down for more medical attention.

"Oh, fuck," Evi breathed into Ali's chest, the sudden jolt of arousal pinking her face and quickening her breath. She wanted that, wanted Billy's mouth on hers, his hands everywhere, his cock and his voice moving through her, and, oh god (and this, this was the cause of her panic), she wanted his heart, too, and wanted to give hers, entrust him with it the way she did with Dom and Ali, and that was just way too much for her to accept with any kind of calm.

Distracted by her confusion and panicked elation she hadn't noticed that Billy had been talking to her, or that Dom had insinuated himself somehow between her and the puddle of Ali that lay sprawled at the edge of the bed. Evi rolled onto her back, attempting to find some kind of equilibrium. She looked up at Billy, who looked back, his green eyes amused (and so lovely and kind and, fuckfuckfuck, so much for balance), patiently waiting for an answer to an unheard question.

She shook her head. "What?"

"What Billy means," Dom replied, poking her ribs with his finger, "Is that you have a decision to make regarding an earlier request."

Evi blinked. Oh. Right, that.

Shit.

"So, lass, who will it be?"

"Don't call me 'lass'. I'm not four."

Billy grinned and kissed her quickly on the nose anyway. "No, you're definitely at least a 10."

Evi flushed and looked back and forth between the two men. She wanted so much to chose Billy, but her nerves were wishing that the two of them weren't jumping from zero to triple X in a matter of nanoseconds, though her cunt (and her ass, oh yes) was complaining that even nanoseconds were far too long to wait. She caught herself staring at Billy's stomach, and wrenched her gaze away before it went lower. Annoyed at her unusual shyness she deliberately looked straight at his cock, lying deliciously half-hard against his leg. Billy grinned wider and leered.

Evi looked pleadingly at Dom. He smiled knowingly and kissed her brow, then spoiled the tender moment by pinching her ass. Evi yelped. "Billy it is, then." He hugged her tightly, conscious of her hesitancy. "Shh, love. He'll take good care of you." He brushed his fingertips over her nipples. "How about I help you get ready, yeah?"

A newly reconstituted Ali appeared from behind Dom. "We'll all help. It's easier once you've relaxed first." Her nails grazed the inside of Evi's thigh leaving no doubt as to her meaning. She groaned at the promise. All three of them at once. Oh god.

Dom took her hand and, with a kiss to her fingers, pulled her upright to stand beside the bed. Evi wobbled on her feet, not sure if it was the fault of the floor beneath her or merely the result of her world flexing and shifting into something more quaternary. She trembled at the feel of six arms around her, holding her steady, making her the focus of their desire.

"I think I'm a little nervous."

Evi felt Billy kiss the side of her head. Ali whispered in the other ear, "It will be fine." She winked. "The boys do fancy teaming up."

Evi looked at her. "Is that how it started with you three?"

Billy grimaced and pressed his head to Evi's. "Not exactly." Dom and Ali shared a wistful glance.

"Sorry, I-- but I thought..." Evi shook her head, alarmed that she had missed something so serious. "But you're so comfortable, when you're together!"

"It was not an altogether pleasant road to get here." Ali sighed. "We will tell you the whole story," she said softly. "Another time, though, alright?"

Evi nodded, and frowned when she noticed the way the two men caressed Ali solicitously and the almost desperate kiss Billy gave to Ali's mouth. Evi turned a worried glance to Dom, who merely shrugged and smiled in reassurance.

"Let's get back to the 'teaming-up' part," Dom whispered. True to his word, he commenced his 'attack' on her mouth and breasts, which tripled as the others joined in. All thoughts of hinted-at mistakes and past jealousies dissolved as sensation burned all over Evi's body. She felt lips and tongues and teeth everywhere - in her mouth, on the back of her neck and across her stomach. Several sets of fingers also joined in the fray, rendering Evi incoherent with desire, her anxiety a remote, faded whisper.

When Dom began to suck on her neck, she stole a glance down where she could see the top of Billy's head as he kissed her stomach. He looked up at her and smiled. There was something in the heat of his regard that felt richer, more intense. Her mouth went dry as her fingers gingerly traced his features, her gaze locked on his. The emotion was suddenly too much - she shut her eyes against it, and let out a shaky breath.

The feel of a tongue tracing the soft skin around her navel shocked them open. Billy chuckled and moved his mouth messily along her stomach over to Dom's, then abruptly licked a wet stripe up his cock.

"Billy!" Dom yelped, "You're supposed to be relaxing her!"

Billy lifted his head, all wide-eyed innocence. "You don't find this relaxing?"

Dom shuddered against her and his fingers clenched Evi's shoulders when Billy licked him again. That's going to leave marks, she thought, dazed.

"Her, dammit, her!" Dom managed to gasp out.

"Mmm? Sorry, Dom, your lovely tadger's just too distracting."

"So are you, you dirty bugger." He pushed Billy's head into Evi's stomach, squishing his nose. "Back to work!"

Billy feigned insult. "You're so pushy, Dom," he complained.

With Dom now biting her jaw and Ali caressing the sweet spots on her back and thighs Evi was running out of patience with Billy's teasing as well. "Do you need me to draw you a fucking diagram? Get on with it, Boyd!"

He cackled maniacally and finally got on with it by brushing her hipbone with his tongue. Evi's impatient growl turned into a grateful moan as he nibbled along the slight curve of her belly and then angled his way downward to the crease of her thigh. She sighed in tandem with each lick along the sensitive skin there, torn between impatience and euphoria. When she felt his tongue (finally!) circling her clit she let out a long moan and shook with the sensation.

Cooling wetness on the back of her thigh warned Evi that Ali had lowered herself to her knees. She felt her ass kneaded and licked, and jumped at the sharpness of nails tracing the cleft, startling, immediate. A touch of silky wetness over her hole shocked a cry of scandalized delight out of her.

"Ali!"

"You don't like it?" Ali asked knowingly.

"Just...wasn't expecting...that...Jeezus...."

"Sounds like you're enjoying it." To prove her point, Ali wiggled her tongue inside. Evi nearly toppled the four of them over.

"Oh, God!"

"A veritable religious experience, I'd say," Dom remarked, laughing, clutching her to keep her upright. "Wouldn't you agree, Billy?"

"Mmmm...definitely," she felt Billy murmur between her legs, sounding rather elsewhere. "Best time to be on one's knees."

Evi could barely make out what was being said; words melted like soft taffy inside her molten brain. Her legs trembled to Dom's kisses, her buttocks spasmed around Ali's aggressive tonguing (who knew that could be so damned good). And, god, the feel of Billy licking and tasting her, his soft moans of 'beautiful' heating her blood as much as his demonic mouth. No wonder Dom had wanted them both.

Evi clutched helplessly at his neck and shoulders and held on.

Billy's hands slid up the back of her increasingly unsteady thighs. "Hold her, Dom. She's close."

"Oh, fuck yeah...." Dom gathered her close and kissed her fiercely. Evi could only let him, could only pant harshly into his mouth, could only writhe and tremble and feel.

Her body arched backwards as sensation exploded through her, her cries swallowed by Dom's mouth. Both Ali and Billy had to tighten their grip on her legs to prevent her from toppling from her great height onto the floor. Once her body had stopped its wild flailing (many centuries later, Evi was later certain), the three of them half-guided Evi, lost in a daze, to the bed. They petted and cosseted her, their touch and gentle voices slowly easing her down from her rapture.



[continued in part 2]