fellowshippers | The Naming

Title: The Naming
Author: The Phantom Writer

silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: I'll love you forever. Probably. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Billy, Dom or Elijah. The puppy in this story is pretty much written after my own puppy, so... Yesh, I own the puppy. That's it.
Notes: Yup... There's a puppy. My puppy's a lot like theirs... 'cept... different name. *nods*
Thanks to

airlia_vega for being a wonderful beta!
Once again... no angst! Wow. Yay for me. Heh, my next several stories will be angst, though. Most of 'em, at least.

He was dreaming. He was flying above the ocean, just how Superman would, yet he was enjoying it, taking his time, amusing himself with turns and twirls in mid-air. He was warm, despite the cold winds rushing past him.

Suddenly, a rain began to fall mercilessly. Caught off guard by the falling rain, his eyes widened and he stopped. And he fell. Into the ocean.

Instead of getting completely drenched, only a small portion of his cheek got wet at all.

“What the hell?”

Billy cracked open an eye. He was truly expecting to see Dominic standing above him, a grin on his face, his tongue sticking out. It wouldn’t be the first time that Dom had awoken him with a lick.

But, if this was Dom, then suddenly he had really bad morning breath. What the bloody hell did he eat last night, dog food? Wait a second, Billy realized, popping out of his drowsy state, Dom brushed his teeth last night. We made love. His breath, if anything, was a bit minty. Billy raised his wrist to glance at his watch, noting the insane time. 3:13. In the morning. Even Dominic wouldn’t be mental enough to go romping around the house, finding random dog biscuits and licking Billy’s face.

Billy stopped himself in mid-thought again. Wait… dog biscuits… dog food… dog breath! “Oh, yeah,” he murmured to himself, opening his eyes fully, now noticing the fluffy ball of fur that sat in front of him, panting happily. “Well, good bloody morning to you, too, Nameless,” he muttered, unable to hold back a grin.

Nameless cocked his head to the side slightly, a blank look on his face before turning to his right and making a cat-like, ferocious pounce.

“Fuck!”

Nameless had, obviously, woken up Dominic.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t breathe!” Dom hissed, pushing the puppy off of his chest and back to the base of the bed. “Aww, man…”

Billy let out a chuckle. “You okay, mate?” he asked, leaning over to pull back the covers that had been completely hiding his boyfriend.

“No,” Dom groaned, “that fucking puppy of ours pounced onto my chest, waking me up and keeping me from fucking breathing!”

Nameless wagged his tail. Laughing, Billy ruffled Dominic’s hair before crawling over to pet the dog’s shaggy fur. “We need to name him, y’know.”

As Dom stretched, his feet flopping about under the covers, the puppy, intrigued, decided it time to pounce once again.

“Ow! Fuck,” Dominic brought his legs up to sit cross-legged, glaring at the puppy. “He’s an awfully troublesome little bugger. We should call him Pippin,” he smirked, rubbing his feet gently.

Nameless blinked at them cluelessly, then lifted his leg and began to carefully lick. “Maybe we should name him Dominic, after my favorite wanker,” Billy snickered as he reached over to pull Dom into his embrace. He placed a kiss on his scowling boyfriend’s forehead.

“Or maybe we should name him Orli after our most vain friend,” Dom suggested, hoping to move away from the wanker comment.

“Or…” Billy let out a grin. “Or we should name him Dominic, after my favori—” He was cut off by Dom’s lips attacking his.

“Or not.”

“Or not,” the other man agreed, beaming.

The puppy, declaring himself clean with a yip, turned around in a circle before sitting and staring at Dominic. “I know,” Dom stated with a grin, “he obviously has an eye for beauty…” He continued on, ignoring Billy’s scoff. “We could call him Viggo.”

“Come on, you big-headed Brit,” Billy laughed, taking Dom’s hand and moving to his feet. “We should let Nameless out to do his business.”

“I dun wanna…” Dom murmured. “I wouldn’t have woken up at all if he hadn’t pounced on me…”

“So?” Billy pulled on his robe, tying it and folding his arms. He raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t have woken up yet, either, if he hadn’t drooled on me!”

“Mm… that’s nice, Bills…” Dominic mumbled, turning to return to sleep.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Billy exclaimed, pulling the covers from Dom’s grasp. “It’s cold out there; you’ve got to come warm me up as we wait for him!”

“Do I have to?” was the muttered response as Dom grudgingly rose to his feet. He reached out for his robe with an accompanying yawn.

“Yes,” Billy nodded. “Geez, Dommie, you put up such a fuss… Maybe we should give up the idea of adopting.”

“No,” Dominic shook his head seriously, taking Billy’s hand and ignoring the pudgy ball of fluff that tried to trip him as they moved towards the back door. “A kid is different.”

“How?” Billy dared with a smirk, shivering as they moved out into the cold winter frost.

“Well, first of all, a kid’s a kid, not a puppy!” Dom let out a groggy laugh. “That’s different enough, don’t’cha think?”

“We’ll see,” Billy murmured, his brain still moving slowly from waking up at such an ungodly hour. He turned. “Nameless! You’ve gone to the bathroom, now come on inside so we can go to sleep, will ya’?” The puppy ignored him, running around, jumping face-first into snow drifts and rolling about in the slush.

“We are not letting that mutt on our bed until he’s dry,” Dom muttered.

“And how do you plan on stopping him, Dom?” Billy averted his attention. “Nameless!”

“Maybe we should call him Elijah,” Dom suggested, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Why?”

“Because he never runs out of energy, and after a little bit of playing, he makes people wet,” Dom grinned wickedly as Billy snorted.

“I don’t think Elijah would appreciate that.”

“Elijah the hobbit or Elijah the dog?”

“Elijah the blue-eyed wonder, because our dog is not Elijah.”

“Well, fine then.”

After another shiver ran through his body, Dominic grunted in frustration and reluctantly pulled his body from Billy’s, marching impatiently out to the wet puppy, who stopped moving and stared up at him. “C’mon, dog,” Dom spoke bitterly. “It’s cold and we’re going inside. And, unless you want to become a pupsicle, then you’re coming with us.”

Nameless cocked his head, blinking up at Dominic. With a sigh, Dominic reached down, throwing the dog gently over his shoulder before turning towards the house, where Billy held the door open for him. As soon as the door was closed, Dom set the puppy on the floor and yawned, turning to Billy, who raised an eyebrow.

“You smell like wet dog,” he crinkled his nose.

“There’s a good reason for that,” Dom agreed, heading for the bedroom.

“Dominic.”

“Yeah?” The mud-spattered man turned, rubbing his eyes wearily.

“I love you, but… If we’re not letting the wet dog himself on the bed until he’s no longer a wet dog, then… well…” He grinned, chuckling softly as a look of shock masked Dom’s features.

“You’re not going to let me in our bed until I no longer smell like wet dog, is that it?”

“Good guess, Dommie.” Billy sent his boyfriend a thumb’s up before turning and entering their bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Setting his jaw, Dominic turned and glared at the wet puppy who stared at him innocently. “Aww, shut up, you bugger,” Dom mumbled. “C’mon, off to the bathroom with ya’, we’ve both got to dry off.”

~~~

Billy pulled the door open, smiling genially as he welcomed Elijah into the house. “C’mon in.”

“So,” Elijah clasped his hands together, grinning. “Where’s the puppy that I’ve heard so much about?”

“He’s sleeping,” Billy whispered. “But shush, so is Dom.”

“He’s still sleeping?” Elijah raised an eyebrow. “I knew he was a late sleeper, but this ridiculous.”

“I can hear you, ya’ know,” Dominic grumbled, walking into the room wearing a ratty t-shirt and baggy shorts.

“You’ve been sleeping forever,” observed Billy.

“Yeah, well, I was awake for a fucking long time last night,” Dom yawned, running a hand through his unkempt hair.

“Why? All you had to do was take a shower.”

“On the contrary, my dear Billeh. No, no. First, I had to dry Nameless off so that he wouldn’t smell like wet dog anymore either. Next, I had to play with him until he stopped attacking my heels and finally passed out from exhaustion. By that time, I hardly wanted to take a shower, because I was exhausted myself. It took a bloody hour to calm that pup down,” he muttered. “Then I took a shower.” Dom snorted softly. “And you say that I wouldn’t be dedicated enough if we adopted?” He cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“Well,” Billy smiled, reaching out to take Dominic’s hand, “maybe I was wrong.”

“Damn straight.” He groaned as the puppy yipped his way into the room. “Hold onto your loved ones, disaster is about to strike.”

“Hiya, puppy!” Elijah grinned at seeing the adorable puppy in front of him. A few pats to the head and he was satisfied, standing again. “He’s really cute, you guys.”

“Oh, thanks,” Dom smirked. “I think he got my eyes and Billy’s nose.”

“My nose?” Billy laughed, he and Dominic turning to lead Elijah into the living room. “His nose isn’t too small, and, well,… neither is yours, love.”

“Hey, uh… What is he doing?”

The couple turned back to look back at Elijah, who was staring helplessly at the puppy, who had attached himself to Elijah’s leg. “He’s licking your feet, mate.”

“Thank you, Sblomie,” Elijah rolled his eyes. “Uhh… he won’t seem to let go.” He reached down and gently pushed the dog from him, then walked around the front hall, only to have Nameless romping immediately behind him.

Wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, Billy leaned in to whisper. “It seems that our puppy is quite enamored with Lij.”

“I think we’ve just come up with the name for the puppy,” Dominic grinned at Billy, who exchanged a knowing glance with him.

“What’s that?” Elijah squeaked, still running from the newly-named puppy.

“Well, who else is quite as in love with you as he seems to be, Lijah?” Dom questioned, beaming.

He and Billy turned in to look at one another as they both exclaimed, “Samwise the Puppy!”

The Naming

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