fellowshippers | [Twisted Triangle, Plus One. NC17. DM/BB/ofc/EW.]

Title, Twisted Triangle, Plus One (3/7)
Author,

boxcarglamour
Rating/Warnings, NC17/Slash, HetSex, Rape, NonCon.
Pairing(s), DM/BB, DM/ofc, DM/BB/ofc, DM/BB/EW, EW/ofc
Summary, Elijah plays voyeur.
Feedback, Like a crack whore.
Disclaimer, I'm such a blasphemer and my pants are on fire.
Author's Note(s), The reason I ended up writing this fic really comes out in the following parts. Parts three and five are really graphic, six, not so much. But I had this is my head and I figured it needed background before I jumped into it. Oi, stupid muse.

Elijah stood completely still in the closet. He hadn’t meant to hide there but when he heard the voices coming down the hall he panicked. He had only wanted to talk to Dom. He couldn’t face the rest of them. Why would he have too? This didn’t really have anything to do with them. It was all about him and Dom. That’s it. So when he heard Lena’s giggles and Billy’s drunken brogue, he froze momentarily before he ducked into the closet in the bedroom. He only hoped to God that no one would be opening it up anytime soon.

It wasn’t until he saw what was going on that made his heart wretch and him want to vomit. They weren’t friends coming home from the bar to collapse in the bed, passed out. In fact, they were all very much awake and aware. Billy was first. He was placing his kisses against Dom’s neck, down his shoulder. Lena was standing behind him, giggling and whispering something in his ear. Elijah couldn’t make out what that was, but whatever it was, it made Dom turn his head and run his tongue over her lips. Elijah shuddered. Those should be his lips. Not hers.

The scene was becoming too much. Elijah couldn’t quite follow what was going on. Billy’s hands, Lena’s hands, Dom’s body. Then it seemed to switch. Dom threw Lena down on the bed, grinning as he moved over to her. Billy settled himself in the chair that was placed strategically from the bed.

Elijah’s eyes closed. He didn’t want to watch this. This wasn’t what was supposed to be happening. Dominic was supposed to be touching him, not her. This was all wrong, so very wrong.

“Fuck, Lena,” Dom’s groans filled Elijah’s ears. His entire body tensed. He should be groaning Elijah’s name. He should be touching Elijah. Billy should be watching his two co-stars making out, fucking, not Dom and his current female flavor.

Elijah’s face contorted. He wanted to burst through the closet and pull Dominic off of Lena and tell Dom that he was the one Dom wanted, not some American girl, but an American boy. A particular American boy.

But Elijah didn’t move from his hiding spot in the closet. He stood there, motionless, and watched as Billy moved from his seated spot and walked towards the bed. Dominic was leaning over Lena and Elijah couldn’t really see what they were doing, he was forced to use his imagination. But then Billy was touching Dom. He was touching him how Elijah wanted to be touched by Dom. Elijah’s mouth opened and a soft, nearly inaudible gasp escaped his lips.

One of Elijah’s hands was pressing against the side of the closet, bracing himself to keep standing. The other was sliding into his jeans, wrapping around his cock and pumping slightly, experimentally. Despite his hatred for Lena at that moment, he didn’t remember being more turned on. He kept telling himself that it was what Billy was doing to Dominic, which was interesting. And that he was picturing himself in Lena’s place, with Dom and Billy over him, pleasuring him to no ends. He bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan. His eyes closed.

Flash!

Dom was running his fingers over Elijah’s cock, teasing him.

Billy was pushing down onto Dom, leaving kisses down his back as he pulled at Dom’s pants.

Flash!

Elijah’s eyes opened and he stared at the scene before him. Billy was naked. Dom was naked. And from what he could tell, Lena was probably naked, too. Billy was pushing into Dom, his fingers digging into Dom’s hips. Dom was moving with Billy’s hip thrusts, his own matching, pounding down into Lena.

Elijah’s eyes closed.

Flash!

Dom was holding up Elijah’s legs as he moved in and out with a mastered technique. Billy was reaching around Dom with one hand to pump at Elijah’s couch, quick, hard jerks that made the young actor scream with ecstasy.

Flash!

Lena was writhing underneath Dom, screaming Dom’s name. Billy grunted and pushed against Dom a few more times before Dom let out a groan and his body shuddered. A string of curses fell from Billy’s lips, drowning out Elijah’s soft, panted moans of Dom’s name.

Elijah couldn’t stop his body from sliding down the wall and collapsing in a heap. Blindly, he groped around for something to wipe his hand with, not caring what it was, and threw it back into the depths of the closet when he was finished.

[xposted to: boxcarglamour fellow_shippers dombillijah]