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Crushed Rubies 2/?
OKay. Thanks for the patience of all of you for waiting. I promise we're gonna try to update as regularly as possible.
Crushed Rubies, Part 2
Warnings: AU, Supernatural beasties,RPS for now.
Disclaimer: Only the prose is mine. I don't make claims on these people. Or the songs.
Pairing:Dom/Billeh, for now. Other pairings and other permutations of pairings will come later.
Summary: Two strangers lives are going to be intertwined in more ways than they ever imagined.
Archiving/Feedback: Sure thing on both counts.
Posted:on
fellow_shippers and x-posted tomonaboyd
Previous parts can be found here:
Prologue
1
Part 2: In Which Dom and Billy get friendly.
Although Billy was asleep, he was sure he could *feel* someone staring at him intently. Almost as if they were trying not just to undress him, but to see what was underneath skin, flesh and bone.
He tried not to let it bother him, but it was sure as hell pissing him off.
He moved a bit and ever so causally stretched and turned his head to catch where the stare was coming from.
He thought it was the kid at first, since he had felt him occasionally looking at him by the surge of lust in the air.
That had made him smile to himself half of the time. The other half of that made him dig his fingernails into his palms to prevent him from doing anything to him.
Carnal or otherwise. He was fucken starving. The snack he had had back in Calgary wasn’t cutting it anymore and he wasn’t about to break an important rule simply because he couldn’t keep the hunger at bay.
He burrowed deeper into sleep and tried to ignore the looks he was getting, since he knew if he slept for a while longer, he’d be able to keep the hunger curbed. At least until they reached a major city and had a long enough layover to go hunting.
He had nearly sunk into the coma-like stupor that would ease his hunger when a sharper, even more intense stare cut through it.
The acrid tinge to the stare made him wake up right away. *This* stare doesn’t have the soft, fuzzy edges that the kid’s has. This was a challenge. A warning all rolled into one.
Billy decides to open his eyes just enough to see the source of the stare.
After he does that, he wishes he had just stayed asleep.
The source of the glare is a beefy man wearing a denim shirt liberally covered in old grease stains, faded jeans and boots in even worse shape than his. The kicker that made Billy nearly laugh in the man’s face was the mesh trucker hat and the lanky, greasy shoulder-length hair escaping from it.
To his credit, he kept it cool and just blinked at the man.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked politely, not bothering to sit up at all.
The man sneers, his eyes getting that calculating look of a bully who has rounded up what he believes is easy prey.
Billy has to fight hard not to smirk at him. He’s faced too many of these men before, men that think their size is all they need to push their way through life.
He doesn’t like them. Never did. Especially when they force others that are weaker than them to do their bidding.
He hates those.
Usually, he avoids them, knowing that it wouldn’t be good for Sean and the others if these kind started popping up dead wherever he had been.
But tonight, he’s hungry and there’s no one stopping him.
The thought of dinner being so close at hand makes Billy smile in anticipation.
A smile that the bastard took as an insult.
“You think you own the bus or somethin’?” the growled words are barely coherent to him, even with his hearing, which makes him even more annoying in Billy’s eyes.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Billy replied, his voice cool and calm as he nonchalantly lounged back in the seats, a gesture that was calculated to piss him off.
Already, Billy could sense the anger rising off of him like steam rising from a pot. He nearly felt sorry for the idiot. It was almost too easy, really. He had to stop himself from getting too ahead of himself before he spoiled the game and made a careless mistake and lost it all.
“Are you deaf or somethin’, you little pany-ass sonafabitch?”
Billy’s grin grew wider. His hands twitched in anticipation. Any minute now....
“I’m sorry. I’m not quite sure why you’re getting so irate.” Billy took the opportunity to incense him even further by tilting his head and tapping his chin thoughtfully, as if he was trying to recall something important.
“Was it something I said?”
The man’s eyes blazed in fury and he struck. Exactly how Billy hoped he would.
If he had been just an average man, he probably would have been screwed. The man was as fast as a rattlesnake, and as Billy knew from experience, speed was everything in a fight.
Two minutes, maybe a little more had the bastard walking hurriedly to the back of the bus, his mind completely blank as to what had just happened and a smirking Billy settling back comfortably in his seat after first making sure that no one had noticed anything.
The people at the front of the somewhat empty bus were asleep and the driver was too busy navigating the dull highway to pay attention to anything else.
On an impulse, he snuck a quick look at the boy and saw that he was curled up in a ball, his worn jacket drawn over him as he slept, his head lolling back and forth as he did.
Billy watched him sleep, knowing that he was just punishing himself for doing it. But the innocence of the boy was stirring all the feelings he thought he had buried years ago when he could still really *feel* and he found that even though he had forced them inside himself, he was still prone to attacks of nostalgia now and then.
“Not meant for me.” he told himself before he turned away and firmly nailed the feelings dead.
He tugged his jacket back up to his chin and closed his eyes and easily fell into his comatose sleep, not even pausing to recall the memories of his frozen life.
~*~*~*~*~
He awoke to the bus pulling into another God-forsaken bus depot in the middle of somewhere and someone shoving his feet from the seat none-too-gently, a move that he didn’t appreciate too much.
He opened his eyes and found himself glaring at a young guy, probably still in his late twenties, who was sneering at him as if he had killed his mother, or some equally important relative of his.
“Spoiled kid.” Billy thought, taking in the ridiculously expensive casual clothes and perfectly cut hair.
The wealth and the attitude oozing from the boy made Billy’s teeth get slightly on edge, a reaction that all the time in the world couldn’t erase from his psyche.
Even though there was a long gap in time separating him from his childhood and teenage poverty, he couldn’t help but to get his hackles up whenever he came across condescending assholes who had been born in wealth and hadn’t a worry in the world apart from figuring out how to spend it.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, trying to keep his voice as flat and calm as possible.
“Right now, you are.” the boy replies, infusing as much condescension as he can in that small phrase.
Billy counted to ten to at least push the urge away to smash that face and its’ sneer into tiny little pieces. He didn’t get angry often, but when he did it was usually *not* very pretty.
“What am I doing then?” Billy asked patiently. Did they grow these idiots out in the Midwest by the acre or what?
“For you to get out of my way, that’s what.” he replied, making Billy wonder whether the kid practised sneering and talking to get the effect just right.
“Why should I? There are plenty of others seats on the bus.”
The kid’s eye twitched, making Billy smirk a little as he wondered how many times the kid had actually been told “no” by anyone in his life.
“I don’t think you understand.” the kid ground out through his teeth. “I told you to get out of the way. I didn’t *ask* about how many empty seats there are on the bus.”
Billy sighed softly. He had two choices here. He could either smack the insolent little shit into the middle of next week and cause a huge scene; or he could swallow his pride and anger and give in to the spoiled little shit’s demands.
As he was debating to whether the satisfaction of breaking the guy’s face would outweigh the extra time tacked onto his trip and the guy was getting more rabid by the moment, an unexpected voice cut in and made it all a moot point.
“Why don’t you leave him the fuck alone?” Billy sat up when he saw it was the boy whose light he had borrowed standing next to the pampered pretty boy.
“This isn’t your fucken problem kid, so why don’t you piss off and mind your own business?” pretty boy asked, sneering in the kid’s face.
The Kid briefly glanced down at Billy, almost as if he was cementing his courage before turning back to the prick in front of him.
“It is my business when you’re picking on someone for no fucken reason at all.” The Kid replied calmly, with just a slight edge to his voice as he stepped closer to the pretty boy.
“Now why don’t you fuck off and find yourself another seat before *I* find one for you?”
Pretty Boy’s mouth twitched, and his lips tightened slightly as his hand went inside his pocket.
Billy watched, his eyes hooded as he did, waiting for the moment that he may have to step in and shove whatever weapon the idiot was getting ready to pull out.
He adjusted his weight in the seat, getting ready in case the bastard decided to press his point to the Kid with a sharp blade.
The Kid, for his part had tensed up and was watching and waiting with a wary expression on his face, which for some reason made Billy smirk a bit.
*“Not so innocent, are we?”* It seemed like he had underestimated the Kid’s abilities after all.
That realization made him relax his stance a bit. It looked like this kid wasn’t a mere babe in the woods. It could even turn out fun.
He should have felt like a dick in thinking that, but at the same time, it bought him a twinge of pleasure to be the damsel in distress even thought he *knew* he could take care of himself.
It was, for a lack of a better word...*sweet*
“Did you boys find a seat yet?” the tension snapped at the quiet words of the bus driver, who was standing right behind Pretty Boy and eyeing all of them suspiciously.
“Oh? Yeah. I was just telling my friend John here that he’s gonna get a better view sitting with me.” The Kid broke in quickly and smoothly, making both Pretty Boy and Billy blink in surprise.
Billy was about to protest when the Kid yanked on his jacket and pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arm around his shoulders in a gesture of close friendship.
“Just follow my lead.” the kid whispered in his low voice before pulling away from him and looking at the bus driver and the Pretty Boy.
“It’s John’s first time on the Greyhound so I figured it would be good for him to see all that he could before we got home. Isn’t that right John?”
“Oh yeah!” Billy replied with as much enthusiasm as he could muster without sounding like he was faking it.
“Good! So why don’t you grab your stuff and come sit down with me?”
Billy blinked once again before nodding his agreement and grabbing his jacket and black backpack.
“Sorry about this. We didn’t know we were holding everyone up.”
The kid apologized cheerfully as he tugged Billy away from Pretty Boy and the Driver.
~*~*~*~*~
“Stupid fuck.”Dominic muttered as he plonked down in his window seat.
“Uh, could you let go of me now mate?” a faintly amused, accented voice asked him; nearly making him fall out of his seat.
He turned to the speaker and went deaf for a second when the blood rushed into his ears as he found himself staring into those faintly too yellow eyes and quirked up mouth.
He swallowed as he slowly looked down and found his hand was still clamped tightly around the other guy that he had been agonizing over for most of the bus ride. Well, *most* of the ride where he hadn’t been sleeping.
He looked up and found the guy grinning at him. The grin was *slightly* unnerving, especially with the somewhat sharp-looking canines the guy was sporting there.
“Sorry.” he let the guy’s hand drop and turned his attention to the scenery outside.
There was an uncomfortable silence between them for several minutes, which led Dom to believe that his seat-mate had fallen asleep until he spoke.
“Thanks for your help back there...”
“Dom. Well, Dominic Monaghan” Dom introduced himself, feeling like a twit for not having thought of it earlier.
“I’m guessing you name ain’t John right?”
The other guy grinned at him.
“Na. It’s William Boyd. Billy, if it makes it easier for you.”
Dom laughed slightly at that.
“Yep. Sure does. So where are you going?”
“New York. I’ve got family there.” Billy replied nonchalantly.
Dom’s eyes lit up at the answer, making Billy wonder if it was a good idea to tell the kid that.
“Hey, yeah. I’m going to New York too! A friend of mine got me job there, so I figured why the hell not, ya know? I’ve never been there and I’m sure as hell not gonna stay in some small town until my brain freeze-dries in my head.”
Billy nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Travelling’s good for you.”
“So I’m guessing you’ve travelled lots?”
“I guess you could say that.” Billy replied carefully.
“That’s so cool!” Dom exclaimed, bouncing a bit on his seat.
“I’ve never really done much of it. The farthest I’ve gone is Edmonton to watch Funkervogt.”
Billy’s eyes seemed to change at the mention of the band, Dominic noticed with a small twinge of delight.
Whereas they had been pure green a minute ago, they had now turned a rich shade of yellow-green that put him in mind of trees blooming in the spring.
“Fuck yeah. I saw them in Berlin one time. God they were crazy. But it was a good gig.”
At the mention of Berlin, Billy noticed Dom’s eyes light up as if an internal switch had been tripped.
“Yeah? Who else have you seen?”
Billy couldn’t help but to grin to himself at Dom’s enthusiasm. It was..refreshing to say the least and it was...nice. Different to be able to come across that again after being in what felt like stasis for years and years.
The little boy enthusiasm was heightened by the way he moved, in quick, bouncy movements that made him seem extremely cute to Billy.
The scent of him wasn’t bad either, since it reminded Billy for some reason of the ocean spray, mingled with the right touch of heavy male musk. A real scent, rather than the chemical scents everyone covered themselves with lately. Scents that made him painfully aware that he was even more alone than ever, since they held none of the warmth that a human scent did.
Maybe it was a mixture of both the enthusiasm and the scent that made Billy more receptive to him. Or it was the naked adoration and thirst for his experiences. He wasn’t sure. But that probably was why he found himself talking rather than pushing him away. Or maybe there was another reason. But he refused to even go near it and pushed it firmly away and kept on talking.
“A lot of bands. Let’s see, there was Nine Inch Nails in Detroit, The Cure in Montreal...”
As Billy spoke, Dom began noticing more things about the other man, like the way his long hands moved when he talked and the way that his eyes seemed so *alive*, like melting brandy, or Scotch.
Hell, even his *scent* was intoxicating. It was like the fresh scent of the wind after the rain mixed with something warm and inviting; like oranges and a sweet, spicy, vaguely oriental scent he couldn’t put his finger on.
All of this information made Dom’s head reel and his ears get a little warm and he prayed that Billy wouldn’t notice the way he was acting.
When Billy gave no response, Dom felt himself relax.
Maybe Fate was at work here.
Or at least he *hoped* it was.
End Part 2
Crushed Rubies, Part 2
Warnings: AU, Supernatural beasties,RPS for now.
Disclaimer: Only the prose is mine. I don't make claims on these people. Or the songs.
Pairing:Dom/Billeh, for now. Other pairings and other permutations of pairings will come later.
Summary: Two strangers lives are going to be intertwined in more ways than they ever imagined.
Archiving/Feedback: Sure thing on both counts.
Posted:on
fellow_shippers and x-posted tomonaboyd
Previous parts can be found here:
Prologue
1
Part 2: In Which Dom and Billy get friendly.
Although Billy was asleep, he was sure he could *feel* someone staring at him intently. Almost as if they were trying not just to undress him, but to see what was underneath skin, flesh and bone.
He tried not to let it bother him, but it was sure as hell pissing him off.
He moved a bit and ever so causally stretched and turned his head to catch where the stare was coming from.
He thought it was the kid at first, since he had felt him occasionally looking at him by the surge of lust in the air.
That had made him smile to himself half of the time. The other half of that made him dig his fingernails into his palms to prevent him from doing anything to him.
Carnal or otherwise. He was fucken starving. The snack he had had back in Calgary wasn’t cutting it anymore and he wasn’t about to break an important rule simply because he couldn’t keep the hunger at bay.
He burrowed deeper into sleep and tried to ignore the looks he was getting, since he knew if he slept for a while longer, he’d be able to keep the hunger curbed. At least until they reached a major city and had a long enough layover to go hunting.
He had nearly sunk into the coma-like stupor that would ease his hunger when a sharper, even more intense stare cut through it.
The acrid tinge to the stare made him wake up right away. *This* stare doesn’t have the soft, fuzzy edges that the kid’s has. This was a challenge. A warning all rolled into one.
Billy decides to open his eyes just enough to see the source of the stare.
After he does that, he wishes he had just stayed asleep.
The source of the glare is a beefy man wearing a denim shirt liberally covered in old grease stains, faded jeans and boots in even worse shape than his. The kicker that made Billy nearly laugh in the man’s face was the mesh trucker hat and the lanky, greasy shoulder-length hair escaping from it.
To his credit, he kept it cool and just blinked at the man.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked politely, not bothering to sit up at all.
The man sneers, his eyes getting that calculating look of a bully who has rounded up what he believes is easy prey.
Billy has to fight hard not to smirk at him. He’s faced too many of these men before, men that think their size is all they need to push their way through life.
He doesn’t like them. Never did. Especially when they force others that are weaker than them to do their bidding.
He hates those.
Usually, he avoids them, knowing that it wouldn’t be good for Sean and the others if these kind started popping up dead wherever he had been.
But tonight, he’s hungry and there’s no one stopping him.
The thought of dinner being so close at hand makes Billy smile in anticipation.
A smile that the bastard took as an insult.
“You think you own the bus or somethin’?” the growled words are barely coherent to him, even with his hearing, which makes him even more annoying in Billy’s eyes.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Billy replied, his voice cool and calm as he nonchalantly lounged back in the seats, a gesture that was calculated to piss him off.
Already, Billy could sense the anger rising off of him like steam rising from a pot. He nearly felt sorry for the idiot. It was almost too easy, really. He had to stop himself from getting too ahead of himself before he spoiled the game and made a careless mistake and lost it all.
“Are you deaf or somethin’, you little pany-ass sonafabitch?”
Billy’s grin grew wider. His hands twitched in anticipation. Any minute now....
“I’m sorry. I’m not quite sure why you’re getting so irate.” Billy took the opportunity to incense him even further by tilting his head and tapping his chin thoughtfully, as if he was trying to recall something important.
“Was it something I said?”
The man’s eyes blazed in fury and he struck. Exactly how Billy hoped he would.
If he had been just an average man, he probably would have been screwed. The man was as fast as a rattlesnake, and as Billy knew from experience, speed was everything in a fight.
Two minutes, maybe a little more had the bastard walking hurriedly to the back of the bus, his mind completely blank as to what had just happened and a smirking Billy settling back comfortably in his seat after first making sure that no one had noticed anything.
The people at the front of the somewhat empty bus were asleep and the driver was too busy navigating the dull highway to pay attention to anything else.
On an impulse, he snuck a quick look at the boy and saw that he was curled up in a ball, his worn jacket drawn over him as he slept, his head lolling back and forth as he did.
Billy watched him sleep, knowing that he was just punishing himself for doing it. But the innocence of the boy was stirring all the feelings he thought he had buried years ago when he could still really *feel* and he found that even though he had forced them inside himself, he was still prone to attacks of nostalgia now and then.
“Not meant for me.” he told himself before he turned away and firmly nailed the feelings dead.
He tugged his jacket back up to his chin and closed his eyes and easily fell into his comatose sleep, not even pausing to recall the memories of his frozen life.
~*~*~*~*~
He awoke to the bus pulling into another God-forsaken bus depot in the middle of somewhere and someone shoving his feet from the seat none-too-gently, a move that he didn’t appreciate too much.
He opened his eyes and found himself glaring at a young guy, probably still in his late twenties, who was sneering at him as if he had killed his mother, or some equally important relative of his.
“Spoiled kid.” Billy thought, taking in the ridiculously expensive casual clothes and perfectly cut hair.
The wealth and the attitude oozing from the boy made Billy’s teeth get slightly on edge, a reaction that all the time in the world couldn’t erase from his psyche.
Even though there was a long gap in time separating him from his childhood and teenage poverty, he couldn’t help but to get his hackles up whenever he came across condescending assholes who had been born in wealth and hadn’t a worry in the world apart from figuring out how to spend it.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, trying to keep his voice as flat and calm as possible.
“Right now, you are.” the boy replies, infusing as much condescension as he can in that small phrase.
Billy counted to ten to at least push the urge away to smash that face and its’ sneer into tiny little pieces. He didn’t get angry often, but when he did it was usually *not* very pretty.
“What am I doing then?” Billy asked patiently. Did they grow these idiots out in the Midwest by the acre or what?
“For you to get out of my way, that’s what.” he replied, making Billy wonder whether the kid practised sneering and talking to get the effect just right.
“Why should I? There are plenty of others seats on the bus.”
The kid’s eye twitched, making Billy smirk a little as he wondered how many times the kid had actually been told “no” by anyone in his life.
“I don’t think you understand.” the kid ground out through his teeth. “I told you to get out of the way. I didn’t *ask* about how many empty seats there are on the bus.”
Billy sighed softly. He had two choices here. He could either smack the insolent little shit into the middle of next week and cause a huge scene; or he could swallow his pride and anger and give in to the spoiled little shit’s demands.
As he was debating to whether the satisfaction of breaking the guy’s face would outweigh the extra time tacked onto his trip and the guy was getting more rabid by the moment, an unexpected voice cut in and made it all a moot point.
“Why don’t you leave him the fuck alone?” Billy sat up when he saw it was the boy whose light he had borrowed standing next to the pampered pretty boy.
“This isn’t your fucken problem kid, so why don’t you piss off and mind your own business?” pretty boy asked, sneering in the kid’s face.
The Kid briefly glanced down at Billy, almost as if he was cementing his courage before turning back to the prick in front of him.
“It is my business when you’re picking on someone for no fucken reason at all.” The Kid replied calmly, with just a slight edge to his voice as he stepped closer to the pretty boy.
“Now why don’t you fuck off and find yourself another seat before *I* find one for you?”
Pretty Boy’s mouth twitched, and his lips tightened slightly as his hand went inside his pocket.
Billy watched, his eyes hooded as he did, waiting for the moment that he may have to step in and shove whatever weapon the idiot was getting ready to pull out.
He adjusted his weight in the seat, getting ready in case the bastard decided to press his point to the Kid with a sharp blade.
The Kid, for his part had tensed up and was watching and waiting with a wary expression on his face, which for some reason made Billy smirk a bit.
*“Not so innocent, are we?”* It seemed like he had underestimated the Kid’s abilities after all.
That realization made him relax his stance a bit. It looked like this kid wasn’t a mere babe in the woods. It could even turn out fun.
He should have felt like a dick in thinking that, but at the same time, it bought him a twinge of pleasure to be the damsel in distress even thought he *knew* he could take care of himself.
It was, for a lack of a better word...*sweet*
“Did you boys find a seat yet?” the tension snapped at the quiet words of the bus driver, who was standing right behind Pretty Boy and eyeing all of them suspiciously.
“Oh? Yeah. I was just telling my friend John here that he’s gonna get a better view sitting with me.” The Kid broke in quickly and smoothly, making both Pretty Boy and Billy blink in surprise.
Billy was about to protest when the Kid yanked on his jacket and pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arm around his shoulders in a gesture of close friendship.
“Just follow my lead.” the kid whispered in his low voice before pulling away from him and looking at the bus driver and the Pretty Boy.
“It’s John’s first time on the Greyhound so I figured it would be good for him to see all that he could before we got home. Isn’t that right John?”
“Oh yeah!” Billy replied with as much enthusiasm as he could muster without sounding like he was faking it.
“Good! So why don’t you grab your stuff and come sit down with me?”
Billy blinked once again before nodding his agreement and grabbing his jacket and black backpack.
“Sorry about this. We didn’t know we were holding everyone up.”
The kid apologized cheerfully as he tugged Billy away from Pretty Boy and the Driver.
~*~*~*~*~
“Stupid fuck.”Dominic muttered as he plonked down in his window seat.
“Uh, could you let go of me now mate?” a faintly amused, accented voice asked him; nearly making him fall out of his seat.
He turned to the speaker and went deaf for a second when the blood rushed into his ears as he found himself staring into those faintly too yellow eyes and quirked up mouth.
He swallowed as he slowly looked down and found his hand was still clamped tightly around the other guy that he had been agonizing over for most of the bus ride. Well, *most* of the ride where he hadn’t been sleeping.
He looked up and found the guy grinning at him. The grin was *slightly* unnerving, especially with the somewhat sharp-looking canines the guy was sporting there.
“Sorry.” he let the guy’s hand drop and turned his attention to the scenery outside.
There was an uncomfortable silence between them for several minutes, which led Dom to believe that his seat-mate had fallen asleep until he spoke.
“Thanks for your help back there...”
“Dom. Well, Dominic Monaghan” Dom introduced himself, feeling like a twit for not having thought of it earlier.
“I’m guessing you name ain’t John right?”
The other guy grinned at him.
“Na. It’s William Boyd. Billy, if it makes it easier for you.”
Dom laughed slightly at that.
“Yep. Sure does. So where are you going?”
“New York. I’ve got family there.” Billy replied nonchalantly.
Dom’s eyes lit up at the answer, making Billy wonder if it was a good idea to tell the kid that.
“Hey, yeah. I’m going to New York too! A friend of mine got me job there, so I figured why the hell not, ya know? I’ve never been there and I’m sure as hell not gonna stay in some small town until my brain freeze-dries in my head.”
Billy nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Travelling’s good for you.”
“So I’m guessing you’ve travelled lots?”
“I guess you could say that.” Billy replied carefully.
“That’s so cool!” Dom exclaimed, bouncing a bit on his seat.
“I’ve never really done much of it. The farthest I’ve gone is Edmonton to watch Funkervogt.”
Billy’s eyes seemed to change at the mention of the band, Dominic noticed with a small twinge of delight.
Whereas they had been pure green a minute ago, they had now turned a rich shade of yellow-green that put him in mind of trees blooming in the spring.
“Fuck yeah. I saw them in Berlin one time. God they were crazy. But it was a good gig.”
At the mention of Berlin, Billy noticed Dom’s eyes light up as if an internal switch had been tripped.
“Yeah? Who else have you seen?”
Billy couldn’t help but to grin to himself at Dom’s enthusiasm. It was..refreshing to say the least and it was...nice. Different to be able to come across that again after being in what felt like stasis for years and years.
The little boy enthusiasm was heightened by the way he moved, in quick, bouncy movements that made him seem extremely cute to Billy.
The scent of him wasn’t bad either, since it reminded Billy for some reason of the ocean spray, mingled with the right touch of heavy male musk. A real scent, rather than the chemical scents everyone covered themselves with lately. Scents that made him painfully aware that he was even more alone than ever, since they held none of the warmth that a human scent did.
Maybe it was a mixture of both the enthusiasm and the scent that made Billy more receptive to him. Or it was the naked adoration and thirst for his experiences. He wasn’t sure. But that probably was why he found himself talking rather than pushing him away. Or maybe there was another reason. But he refused to even go near it and pushed it firmly away and kept on talking.
“A lot of bands. Let’s see, there was Nine Inch Nails in Detroit, The Cure in Montreal...”
As Billy spoke, Dom began noticing more things about the other man, like the way his long hands moved when he talked and the way that his eyes seemed so *alive*, like melting brandy, or Scotch.
Hell, even his *scent* was intoxicating. It was like the fresh scent of the wind after the rain mixed with something warm and inviting; like oranges and a sweet, spicy, vaguely oriental scent he couldn’t put his finger on.
All of this information made Dom’s head reel and his ears get a little warm and he prayed that Billy wouldn’t notice the way he was acting.
When Billy gave no response, Dom felt himself relax.
Maybe Fate was at work here.
Or at least he *hoped* it was.
End Part 2
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Thank you. I'm glad that he came out well. I've not written Dom much before, so it's quite a compliment.
Thanks