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Fic: All I Want, part 5
Title: All I Want, part 5/6
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Is there anyone out there who actually believes this to be true?
Summary: Smut, a birthday, and some other stuff. Starring Dom and Elijah.
A/N: We're nearly at the end. If you still haven't caught up, see Part 1, Part 2, Part3 and Part 4. Onwards!
All I Want, part 5
Elijah woke to a cool draught in his bed and a faint hangover teasing the edges of his brain. The bathroom door was open, and light spilled out into the room making him wince and close his eyes against it, wondering how he'd managed to leave it on the night before.
There were noises in the bathroom. Noises of someone using the toilet and clearing their throat.
The throat-clearing noise belonged to Dom.
Dom. Dom.
Memories of the night before came flooding back with a rush and Elijah's body was immediately shot through with adrenaline, ensuring that he was wide awake. He rolled on to his back, a huge grin threatening to split his head in two, savouring the memories. Noises of running water and clinking glasses came out of the bathroom, and Dom appeared in the doorway, pausing when he saw that Elijah was awake and squinting at him.
"Morning."
He took a step forward, and Elijah said, "Wait." He scrambled beside the bed for his glasses. "I want to look at you."
Elijah put his glasses on, and finally got a good look at Dom, who was holding a glass of water and assuming a provocative pose. "How you doin'." Elijah hooted with laughter and Dom broke his pose, putting the glass of water down beside Elijah before scrambling over him and back into bed. "I felt a bit dry, so thought you probably would too," he said.
Elijah drank the water gratefully, took his glasses off and cuddled up beside Dom
"Is this real?" he said.
"Yup. I know, I nearly freaked when I woke up and saw you there beside me, it took a moment to process."
They both sighed and snuggled closer.
"I was just remembering something I can't believe I've never told you," Dom said.
"What's that?"
Dom chuckled. "When I was about fifteen or sixteen, I took a girl on a date to see Forever Young. I wanted to get into her knickers and I thought a bit of romance and Mel Gibson might get her in the mood. So there I was, sitting beside this girl I fancied, looking at you aged ten, or whatever..."
"Stop, god, that's too weird."
"Yeah, I totally forgot about it till just now, when I was thinking about you, about us, and it occurred to me that I've known you exist way longer than you've known about me." He squeezed Elijah. "It's so fantastic, being at the start of something like this, but without all the 'getting to know you' shit, that we're still just us, but with added bonus stuff."
"Us. I like that word."
"Yeah, so I can tell..." Dom nudged his hip against Elijah's burgeoning erection. "I can give you a hand with that, you know." Before Elijah had got a grasp of what was happening, Dom had thrown back the covers and was planting stubbly kisses across Elijah's chest and down his front, using a hand to push him gently on to his back. He looked up. "Well, maybe not a hand, so much as..." and as he kissed lower and lower, Elijah realised what he was getting at ohgodfuckwithhismouth and grabbed at Dom's hair reflexively.
"Dom, I... are you going to..." he managed to whisper.
Dom looked up at him again, resting his cheek on Elijah's hipbone. "Has anyone done this for you before?" he asked quietly.
Elijah shook his head, no, his eyes wide.
Dom's eyes closed, and even though he was out of focus, Elijah could see him mouth 'thank you'. Dom opened his eyes again, a cheeky grin on his face. "In that case, you should put your glasses on so you can watch the master at work." He manoeuvred himself into position between Elijah's legs and grasped the base of Elijah's erection.
Elijah was all muddled confusion and fear and desire and not being able to put one thought in front of the other.
"Really?"
"Yup. Watch and learn. And enjoy, of course."
OhshitohfuckohHELPMEGOD!!!
Dom had just planted a slow, lingering kiss on the very tip of his cock, and gasping, Elijah fumbled for his glasses, finding that yes, indeed, he really did want to watch this.
As Dom ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Elijah's erection, Elijah bit down on the side of his hand. The pleasure was so exquisite he could hardly stand it. Dom flicked his tongue across the tip and then blew on it gently. Elijah squeaked, and Dom murmured, "You don't have to worry about making noise." Kiss. "In fact," kiss, "I'd prefer it if you did." And without further ado, he took Elijah right into his mouth, tongue swirling.
"Ohgodjesusfuck!" Elijah yelled, straining against the urge to thrust. Dom's hand reached out and Elijah took it gratefully, squeezing as hard as he could. Dom's head bobbed up and down, the warm, wet sensations unlike anything Elijah could ever have imagined. He inhaled huge gasps of air, every exhalation escaping with an "ahh!", his left hand scrabbling at the sheets, his right hand clinging to Dom's for dear life. Tongues of flame were shooting up his belly, and fireworks going off in his brain, and before long it all merged into one and he was screaming Dom's name, great shudders had taken hold of him and the world as he knew it folded in upon itself and disappeared completely.
When he surfaced, Dom was lying beside him, an arm across his chest and his face in Elijah's neck. Elijah lay for a moment trying to regain his grip on reality.
"Fuck," he managed to say eventually.
Dom chuckled into his neck. "Like that, did you?"
"Oh. God."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
Elijah threw an arm across his face. "I have to fly to fucking New York today. Fuck."
"Mmm. Tomorrow night we get to shag in New York."
"And now I have to spend 7 fucking hours on a plane by myself, thinking about that."
"No wanking in public, young man."
"I'll try. Now, speaking of which, I think it's my turn to give you a hand."
Dom rolled on to his back and put his hands behind his head, a broad grin across his face. "Be my guest."
Elijah laughed out loud and reached for the matter in hand.
***
Elijah was in love with the world.
A week to go till Christmas, they had brought the thing they now referred to as Domandlij to the place where it was born: Wellington, by way ofNew York and LA. In LA they had spent a couple of hours one afternoon christening Dom's bed, and then at the premiere party had told the other hobbits of Domandlij's existence. Billy said "About bloody time," Sean was shocked and terrified for a moment before grabbing them into a group hug. Elijah didn't feel ready to tell his mom yet, so they had gone back to Dom's place after the party and lain on his bed talking until the sun came up. Dom had confessed he'd known of his feelings for Elijah for a long time, but "I knew I loved Billy and I knew I loved you, my thick head just couldn't tell the difference." So Domandlij had existed for a while - it was only now that they were, well, consolidating it was the only word Elijah could come up with that seemed to fit.
And so to Wellington.
Elijah took his video camera, and the crowds came out, and all the love that had ever existed in the whole world seemed to be in that place all at once. And Dom was happier than Elijah had ever seen him, and that made Elijah's heart feel full to bursting. As they all jumped off the podium outside the cinema after PJ's short-but-to-the-point speech, Elijah decided there was nowhere else he'd rather be than in this moment. And Dom must have felt it too, because as they walked into the cinema they both slung their arms around each other, needing to touch, to share the thing, to put Domandlij into the scene. It was perfect.
****
After Sydney, and separation for Christmas, Dom returned to LA and in the days that followed they started the business of trying to grow Domandlij.
It was wonderful and painful. Elijah discovered Dom could reach places in him he never knew existed, and that there were previously undiscovered parts of Dom which opened up to him, too.
But then there were the fights.
God, the fights.
Every so often, egos or culture clash or differences in family background or world view would rear up and they would tear great painful strips off each other; a couple of times this ended up with Dom yelling some variation on "fucking Yank arrogance, never lived in the real fucking world, mummy's boy, don't have a fucking clue, fucking fuck" and storming out. Dom would later leave apologetic messages on Elijah's answerphone, which Elijah's pride told him to ignore, and then after a couple of days of righteous indignation he would go and see Sean.
Sean's love for him was fierce, in a carry-you-up-a-mountain way, and he had wisdom and directness and Elijah listened to him with gratitude and went to Dom's place and they yelled some more and then had fabulous making-up sex. And so Domandlij started to grow, in fits and starts.
At the end of January, Elijah turned 21.
Elijah spent the morning with his family, and then after lunch he showed up at Dom's place on pain of death, and they drank champagne and it wasn't long before there was a writhing, sweating, panting tangle of limbs on Dom's bed.
"God, I love birthday sex," Elijah said, in a pause for breath. "This is so much better than last year's."
"Whatever you want," Dom said in between planting urgent kisses all over Elijah. "Just tell me what you want."
Elijah pulled Dom's head up level with his own and ground his mouth down on to Dom's before Dom started kissing him all over his face. Elijah was all want and need and takemeI'myours.
"Fuck me up the ass."
Everything stopped.
Shit.
Dom looked at Elijah. Elijah looked back at Dom. They were both breathing heavily.
"Well," Elijah said. "I had no idea that was in my subconscious."
A slow smile spread across Dom's face. "I like the way your subconscious works."
Elijah ran his fingers through Dom's hair. "I think now that I'm 21, it seems appropriate."
"Are you sure? Last time we tried, it was not a success."
"Yes, Dom. Let's do it. Let's Do It."
Dom rummaged in the drawer beside his bed, as Elijah lay with a heady mix of excitement and abject fear making his head spin. Dom turned back to him, rubbing his fingers in his palm. He bent and fixed his mouth to Elijah's right nipple, nipping and sucking and swirling his tongue around, making Elijah close his eyes and moan Dom's name. Elijah felt a finger slip between his buttocks and massage gently, and he twined his fingers in Dom's hair as Dom's mouth worked busily on his other nipple.
Dom's finger slipped gently inside him, and suddenly he was almost launched into orbit as Dom pressed gently against his prostate. "Ahhh! Yes!" Almost without him noticing, a second finger joined the first in its probing.
"Ow... Lij... my hair..."
"Shit... sorry...ahh..."
Elijah winced slightly as a third finger entered him, pain and exquisite pleasure shooting through his body.
"You okay, Lij?"
"Ah.. yes, yes... please, Dom... want you..."
Elijah let out a long sigh as the fingers were removed, and Dom manoeuvred himself into position. He settled Elijah's legs over his shoulders, rubbing lube on himself and on to Elijah.
"Are you ready?"
FuckgetonwithitshitIwantyouinme
Elijah thrust his hips upward impatiently. "Fuck me, Dom."
"If you want me to stop, just say."
"Fuck me!"
"Just relax..."
Elijah felt a gentle probing at his opening, and then a sharp pain which made him cry out.
"OK?"
Elijah bit his lip and nodded, remembering the feeling of Dom's fingers in him, wanting more. Wanting to watch Dom's face as Dom fucked him.
Dom pushed gently, gently forward, his hands on Elijah's hips, then somehow he shifted their position somehow and hit that perfect spot again. "Ahhh! Dom! Yes! Harder!" Dom thrust harder, grasping Elijah's erection with his hand, and Elijah struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch Dom, clutching frantically at sheets and pillows. Finally he came with a shriek and as waves of pleasurejoyyes washed over him, watched Dom throw his head back for his own, beautiful climax before pulling out of Elijah and collapsing on top of him.
The afternoon sun came in through the half-open curtains, causing the sweat on Dom's back to glisten. Elijah felt Dom's breath on him, heard his gentle panting and revelled in the weight on his body. He ran his fingers up and down Dom's ribs.
"Thank you. That was the best birthday sex I ever had. Actually, it was the only birthday sex I ever had. With someone else, I mean. But still."
Dom lifted his head and kissed Elijah's nose. "You are most royally welcome." He turned his head and looked at the clock. "Time for a kip and a nice long shower before we go out and get you totally, utterly trolleyed tonight. Legally."
"Cool," Elijah said. "I think I like being 21."
****
The fight to end all fights, that became known as The One Fight and looked like it might be the end of Domandlij, was over Franka.
Elijah went to Vancouver, missed Dom likeafuckingsonofabitch, met this funny, European, older woman, who did not make a secret of her feelings, and because he missed Dom sofuckingmuch he allowed his inexperienced self to be led to places he shouldn't have gone.
Brimming over with regrets and ifonlys, Elijah returned to LA, to a wall of silence. A huge, barbed-wire-topped, unscalable, impenetrable Berlin Wall of silence.
Berlin Wall. How fucking apt.
Because Dom was so there, so inyourface most of the time, when he withdrew it was huge.
Billy told Elijah he'd fucked up, Elijah told Billy he never fucked Franka (so he knew at least that much information would reach Dom), Billy told Elijah that wasn't the point.
Dom was fucking around. Or at least, that's what reached Elijah on the grapevine. And he sat at home, and cried, and smoked, and went to see Sean and Viggo and talked to Billy on the phone, and felt like he'd flushed his whole fucking life down the toilet. Not even winning a 'Hottest Coolest Young Veteran' award, or going to the Star Wars premiere with Sean could make him feel better. He decided he'd never known the meaning of the word 'regret' until now. Every bone in his body was burning with it. He'd hurt Dom, and it was the worst thing he'd ever done, and he'd tear his own fucking eyes out if it would make it better.
Dom was clearly doing his utmost to give Elijah an emotional battering. And it was working.
And on top of all this, they had to work together. Like, in a week's time. In Wellington.
WhatthefuckamIgoingtodo?
Pairing: EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Is there anyone out there who actually believes this to be true?
Summary: Smut, a birthday, and some other stuff. Starring Dom and Elijah.
A/N: We're nearly at the end. If you still haven't caught up, see Part 1, Part 2, Part3 and Part 4. Onwards!
All I Want, part 5
Elijah woke to a cool draught in his bed and a faint hangover teasing the edges of his brain. The bathroom door was open, and light spilled out into the room making him wince and close his eyes against it, wondering how he'd managed to leave it on the night before.
There were noises in the bathroom. Noises of someone using the toilet and clearing their throat.
The throat-clearing noise belonged to Dom.
Dom. Dom.
Memories of the night before came flooding back with a rush and Elijah's body was immediately shot through with adrenaline, ensuring that he was wide awake. He rolled on to his back, a huge grin threatening to split his head in two, savouring the memories. Noises of running water and clinking glasses came out of the bathroom, and Dom appeared in the doorway, pausing when he saw that Elijah was awake and squinting at him.
"Morning."
He took a step forward, and Elijah said, "Wait." He scrambled beside the bed for his glasses. "I want to look at you."
Elijah put his glasses on, and finally got a good look at Dom, who was holding a glass of water and assuming a provocative pose. "How you doin'." Elijah hooted with laughter and Dom broke his pose, putting the glass of water down beside Elijah before scrambling over him and back into bed. "I felt a bit dry, so thought you probably would too," he said.
Elijah drank the water gratefully, took his glasses off and cuddled up beside Dom
"Is this real?" he said.
"Yup. I know, I nearly freaked when I woke up and saw you there beside me, it took a moment to process."
They both sighed and snuggled closer.
"I was just remembering something I can't believe I've never told you," Dom said.
"What's that?"
Dom chuckled. "When I was about fifteen or sixteen, I took a girl on a date to see Forever Young. I wanted to get into her knickers and I thought a bit of romance and Mel Gibson might get her in the mood. So there I was, sitting beside this girl I fancied, looking at you aged ten, or whatever..."
"Stop, god, that's too weird."
"Yeah, I totally forgot about it till just now, when I was thinking about you, about us, and it occurred to me that I've known you exist way longer than you've known about me." He squeezed Elijah. "It's so fantastic, being at the start of something like this, but without all the 'getting to know you' shit, that we're still just us, but with added bonus stuff."
"Us. I like that word."
"Yeah, so I can tell..." Dom nudged his hip against Elijah's burgeoning erection. "I can give you a hand with that, you know." Before Elijah had got a grasp of what was happening, Dom had thrown back the covers and was planting stubbly kisses across Elijah's chest and down his front, using a hand to push him gently on to his back. He looked up. "Well, maybe not a hand, so much as..." and as he kissed lower and lower, Elijah realised what he was getting at ohgodfuckwithhismouth and grabbed at Dom's hair reflexively.
"Dom, I... are you going to..." he managed to whisper.
Dom looked up at him again, resting his cheek on Elijah's hipbone. "Has anyone done this for you before?" he asked quietly.
Elijah shook his head, no, his eyes wide.
Dom's eyes closed, and even though he was out of focus, Elijah could see him mouth 'thank you'. Dom opened his eyes again, a cheeky grin on his face. "In that case, you should put your glasses on so you can watch the master at work." He manoeuvred himself into position between Elijah's legs and grasped the base of Elijah's erection.
Elijah was all muddled confusion and fear and desire and not being able to put one thought in front of the other.
"Really?"
"Yup. Watch and learn. And enjoy, of course."
OhshitohfuckohHELPMEGOD!!!
Dom had just planted a slow, lingering kiss on the very tip of his cock, and gasping, Elijah fumbled for his glasses, finding that yes, indeed, he really did want to watch this.
As Dom ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Elijah's erection, Elijah bit down on the side of his hand. The pleasure was so exquisite he could hardly stand it. Dom flicked his tongue across the tip and then blew on it gently. Elijah squeaked, and Dom murmured, "You don't have to worry about making noise." Kiss. "In fact," kiss, "I'd prefer it if you did." And without further ado, he took Elijah right into his mouth, tongue swirling.
"Ohgodjesusfuck!" Elijah yelled, straining against the urge to thrust. Dom's hand reached out and Elijah took it gratefully, squeezing as hard as he could. Dom's head bobbed up and down, the warm, wet sensations unlike anything Elijah could ever have imagined. He inhaled huge gasps of air, every exhalation escaping with an "ahh!", his left hand scrabbling at the sheets, his right hand clinging to Dom's for dear life. Tongues of flame were shooting up his belly, and fireworks going off in his brain, and before long it all merged into one and he was screaming Dom's name, great shudders had taken hold of him and the world as he knew it folded in upon itself and disappeared completely.
When he surfaced, Dom was lying beside him, an arm across his chest and his face in Elijah's neck. Elijah lay for a moment trying to regain his grip on reality.
"Fuck," he managed to say eventually.
Dom chuckled into his neck. "Like that, did you?"
"Oh. God."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
Elijah threw an arm across his face. "I have to fly to fucking New York today. Fuck."
"Mmm. Tomorrow night we get to shag in New York."
"And now I have to spend 7 fucking hours on a plane by myself, thinking about that."
"No wanking in public, young man."
"I'll try. Now, speaking of which, I think it's my turn to give you a hand."
Dom rolled on to his back and put his hands behind his head, a broad grin across his face. "Be my guest."
Elijah laughed out loud and reached for the matter in hand.
***
Elijah was in love with the world.
A week to go till Christmas, they had brought the thing they now referred to as Domandlij to the place where it was born: Wellington, by way ofNew York and LA. In LA they had spent a couple of hours one afternoon christening Dom's bed, and then at the premiere party had told the other hobbits of Domandlij's existence. Billy said "About bloody time," Sean was shocked and terrified for a moment before grabbing them into a group hug. Elijah didn't feel ready to tell his mom yet, so they had gone back to Dom's place after the party and lain on his bed talking until the sun came up. Dom had confessed he'd known of his feelings for Elijah for a long time, but "I knew I loved Billy and I knew I loved you, my thick head just couldn't tell the difference." So Domandlij had existed for a while - it was only now that they were, well, consolidating it was the only word Elijah could come up with that seemed to fit.
And so to Wellington.
Elijah took his video camera, and the crowds came out, and all the love that had ever existed in the whole world seemed to be in that place all at once. And Dom was happier than Elijah had ever seen him, and that made Elijah's heart feel full to bursting. As they all jumped off the podium outside the cinema after PJ's short-but-to-the-point speech, Elijah decided there was nowhere else he'd rather be than in this moment. And Dom must have felt it too, because as they walked into the cinema they both slung their arms around each other, needing to touch, to share the thing, to put Domandlij into the scene. It was perfect.
****
After Sydney, and separation for Christmas, Dom returned to LA and in the days that followed they started the business of trying to grow Domandlij.
It was wonderful and painful. Elijah discovered Dom could reach places in him he never knew existed, and that there were previously undiscovered parts of Dom which opened up to him, too.
But then there were the fights.
God, the fights.
Every so often, egos or culture clash or differences in family background or world view would rear up and they would tear great painful strips off each other; a couple of times this ended up with Dom yelling some variation on "fucking Yank arrogance, never lived in the real fucking world, mummy's boy, don't have a fucking clue, fucking fuck" and storming out. Dom would later leave apologetic messages on Elijah's answerphone, which Elijah's pride told him to ignore, and then after a couple of days of righteous indignation he would go and see Sean.
Sean's love for him was fierce, in a carry-you-up-a-mountain way, and he had wisdom and directness and Elijah listened to him with gratitude and went to Dom's place and they yelled some more and then had fabulous making-up sex. And so Domandlij started to grow, in fits and starts.
At the end of January, Elijah turned 21.
Elijah spent the morning with his family, and then after lunch he showed up at Dom's place on pain of death, and they drank champagne and it wasn't long before there was a writhing, sweating, panting tangle of limbs on Dom's bed.
"God, I love birthday sex," Elijah said, in a pause for breath. "This is so much better than last year's."
"Whatever you want," Dom said in between planting urgent kisses all over Elijah. "Just tell me what you want."
Elijah pulled Dom's head up level with his own and ground his mouth down on to Dom's before Dom started kissing him all over his face. Elijah was all want and need and takemeI'myours.
"Fuck me up the ass."
Everything stopped.
Shit.
Dom looked at Elijah. Elijah looked back at Dom. They were both breathing heavily.
"Well," Elijah said. "I had no idea that was in my subconscious."
A slow smile spread across Dom's face. "I like the way your subconscious works."
Elijah ran his fingers through Dom's hair. "I think now that I'm 21, it seems appropriate."
"Are you sure? Last time we tried, it was not a success."
"Yes, Dom. Let's do it. Let's Do It."
Dom rummaged in the drawer beside his bed, as Elijah lay with a heady mix of excitement and abject fear making his head spin. Dom turned back to him, rubbing his fingers in his palm. He bent and fixed his mouth to Elijah's right nipple, nipping and sucking and swirling his tongue around, making Elijah close his eyes and moan Dom's name. Elijah felt a finger slip between his buttocks and massage gently, and he twined his fingers in Dom's hair as Dom's mouth worked busily on his other nipple.
Dom's finger slipped gently inside him, and suddenly he was almost launched into orbit as Dom pressed gently against his prostate. "Ahhh! Yes!" Almost without him noticing, a second finger joined the first in its probing.
"Ow... Lij... my hair..."
"Shit... sorry...ahh..."
Elijah winced slightly as a third finger entered him, pain and exquisite pleasure shooting through his body.
"You okay, Lij?"
"Ah.. yes, yes... please, Dom... want you..."
Elijah let out a long sigh as the fingers were removed, and Dom manoeuvred himself into position. He settled Elijah's legs over his shoulders, rubbing lube on himself and on to Elijah.
"Are you ready?"
FuckgetonwithitshitIwantyouinme
Elijah thrust his hips upward impatiently. "Fuck me, Dom."
"If you want me to stop, just say."
"Fuck me!"
"Just relax..."
Elijah felt a gentle probing at his opening, and then a sharp pain which made him cry out.
"OK?"
Elijah bit his lip and nodded, remembering the feeling of Dom's fingers in him, wanting more. Wanting to watch Dom's face as Dom fucked him.
Dom pushed gently, gently forward, his hands on Elijah's hips, then somehow he shifted their position somehow and hit that perfect spot again. "Ahhh! Dom! Yes! Harder!" Dom thrust harder, grasping Elijah's erection with his hand, and Elijah struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch Dom, clutching frantically at sheets and pillows. Finally he came with a shriek and as waves of pleasurejoyyes washed over him, watched Dom throw his head back for his own, beautiful climax before pulling out of Elijah and collapsing on top of him.
The afternoon sun came in through the half-open curtains, causing the sweat on Dom's back to glisten. Elijah felt Dom's breath on him, heard his gentle panting and revelled in the weight on his body. He ran his fingers up and down Dom's ribs.
"Thank you. That was the best birthday sex I ever had. Actually, it was the only birthday sex I ever had. With someone else, I mean. But still."
Dom lifted his head and kissed Elijah's nose. "You are most royally welcome." He turned his head and looked at the clock. "Time for a kip and a nice long shower before we go out and get you totally, utterly trolleyed tonight. Legally."
"Cool," Elijah said. "I think I like being 21."
****
The fight to end all fights, that became known as The One Fight and looked like it might be the end of Domandlij, was over Franka.
Elijah went to Vancouver, missed Dom likeafuckingsonofabitch, met this funny, European, older woman, who did not make a secret of her feelings, and because he missed Dom sofuckingmuch he allowed his inexperienced self to be led to places he shouldn't have gone.
Brimming over with regrets and ifonlys, Elijah returned to LA, to a wall of silence. A huge, barbed-wire-topped, unscalable, impenetrable Berlin Wall of silence.
Berlin Wall. How fucking apt.
Because Dom was so there, so inyourface most of the time, when he withdrew it was huge.
Billy told Elijah he'd fucked up, Elijah told Billy he never fucked Franka (so he knew at least that much information would reach Dom), Billy told Elijah that wasn't the point.
Dom was fucking around. Or at least, that's what reached Elijah on the grapevine. And he sat at home, and cried, and smoked, and went to see Sean and Viggo and talked to Billy on the phone, and felt like he'd flushed his whole fucking life down the toilet. Not even winning a 'Hottest Coolest Young Veteran' award, or going to the Star Wars premiere with Sean could make him feel better. He decided he'd never known the meaning of the word 'regret' until now. Every bone in his body was burning with it. He'd hurt Dom, and it was the worst thing he'd ever done, and he'd tear his own fucking eyes out if it would make it better.
Dom was clearly doing his utmost to give Elijah an emotional battering. And it was working.
And on top of all this, they had to work together. Like, in a week's time. In Wellington.
WhatthefuckamIgoingtodo?
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Domandlij!
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The angst in that last part...
Poor boys..
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I luff how you refer to them as a single unit, Domandlij, and how you avoided using the now-cliche term of Domlijah. *Nod.*
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I laughed for like... 9 hours after that part. I don't know why. omiGodthisissofuckinggoodwithtehasssex. Really. And poor fucking Dom. ELIJAH IS A CHEATING BASTARD!!! I love how you incorporate things so that it seems real (it isssss) and all. I absolutely lovee the stories. To death. You write very well. I'm going to link you from my site once the last parts up. ICANTWAITTOREADIT!!!!!
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