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

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Title, Twisted Triangle, Plus One (6/7)
Author, boxcarglamour
Rating/Warnings, NC17/Slash, HetSex, Rape, NonCon.
Pairing(s), DM/BB, DM/ofc, DM/BB/ofc, DM/BB/EW, EW/ofc
Summary, Billy goes to visit Elijah.
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.
Previous, I can't be bothered to go and find the links, so just go to my journal and you'll find them all easily.



Billy’s knuckles rasped against the wooden door. He shifted from one foot to the other before he sighed, taking a step back and shoved his hands into his pockets. He heard movement inside. His eyes closed before they reopened and he heard Elijah’s voice mumbling something. Billy drew his hands out of his pockets, trying to unclench the fists that had formed of his hands since he got out of the apartment he shared with Dom, and now Lena.

Elijah’s eyes went wide the moment he opened the door and looked up to see Billy standing there, practically glaring at him. “Bills, what’re you- what’re you doing here?” He cleared his throat, not willing to stand aside to let Billy enter. In fact, he kept the door mostly closed, hiding his small frame. Billy wasn’t tall, but he was taller than Elijah, and had a few pounds on him, too.

“We need to talk, Elijah.” Billy didn’t seem to notice, or rather he didn’t seem to care, that Elijah wasn’t about to offer him inside for afternoon tea. Billy’s hand was on the door, pushing it open, even with Elijah on the other side of the door, trying to hold it back.

“Bills, uh, right now isn’t really, uh, a great time, y’know? Can we talk…later?” Much, much later.

“No, Elijah. We’re talking. Right now.” He moved into Elijah’s apartment without waiting for an invitation. Elijah was stumbling backwards, bare feet shuffling against hardwood floor. Billy closed the door behind him, rather calm as he flicked the lock. He looked back to Elijah, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Elijah’s entire body seemed to tense when Billy looked at him. He knew what was coming. Payback. Payback for what he had done to Lena earlier that afternoon. He winced at the thought, he just hoped it was quick. And not as painful as he knew it could be.

Elijah turned around, his eyes moving over the kitchen. Could he call Dom? Would Dom be more reasonable than Billy? Maybe if he tried to explain to Billy why he did it, Billy would understand. He would even congratulate Elijah on being so mean and vulgar.

“Billy, I-“ But Billy was already cutting off Elijah’s words when he pushed him forward, tying a black scarf around Elijah’s mouth, pulling it a little too tightly.

“Shut the fuck up, Elijah. You only answer the questions I ask you.”

Billy’s hands were on Elijah’s shoulders, pushing him forward to the bedroom. Billy knew the way with his eyes shut, but they weren’t shut. They were open wide and blazing with rage. He had never hated Elijah so much in his entire existence than he did right now. Not even after that time Elijah had drugged his way into Dom’s bed after a party.

“What did you do to her, Elijah? Did you talk pretty so that she thought you were her friend?” Elijah’s knees hit the bed and Billy pushed him forward, so that Elijah’s face was falling against the cotton bed sheets. Billy stepped back, only long enough to roll Elijah onto his back. When Elijah tried to push Billy away, Billy just grabbed the young boy’s wrists effortlessly, holding them together with one hand and wrapping a matching black scarf around his wrists. He tugged at the bindings tightly, causing Elijah to wince.

“Did you want to see her cry, Elijah?” Billy yanked at the bindings around Elijah’s wrists harder, causing tears to stream down the pretty boy’s face. In moments, Billy’s hands were under Elijah’s hips, pushing him further onto the bed. Seconds after that, he was yanking down Elijah’s jeans. Billy left the boxers up, but only so he could rip them off. Just as Elijah had done to Lena. “How did you do it, Elijah? HOW!?” It didn’t matter to Billy that Elijah couldn’t talk back, couldn’t answer him. Billy didn’t need him too, he already knew.

“Close your eyes, Elijah. This is going to hurt.”






[xposted to: boxcarglamour fellow_shippers dombillijah]

Comments

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh My Fuck.

Violent!Billy!! Can't wait!

[boxcarglamour.livejournal.com]

*Giggles.* Yeah. Well, everyone always writes Dom as the violent one, so I wanted to change it up. But alas, the next chapter is the epilogue and has no more violent!Billy. :( But I'll try to write another one with him!

[boxcarglamour.livejournal.com]

XD Thank you so much.