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subtle-dusk.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-24 06:37 pm
Raw
paring: Domlijah (mostly)
rating: Hard R for both content and language
summary: Elijah was a beautiful kid and Dom had no qualms about being touched.
disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened. Also, no disrespect is intended.
notes: Written for Unapologetic's newest challenge. The song is Pretty When You Cry, by Vast and when I listened to the song while skimming over the lyrics *guh* what a raw feeling it left. This is what came of it. Lyrics in italics.
The first time Dom approached Elijah was because he felt Elijah’s eyes piercing him from the moment he stepped into the pub until well into the night, when they and Orlando were the only three remaining of the eight or ten cast members originally drinking the night away.
you're made of my rib oh baby
you're made of my sin
Dom was a bit tipsy at the least and perhaps a tad drunk at the most. Elijah was well and truly drunk and really that seemed to suit him just fine because he was rather touchy-feely with Dom and that was quite alright with Dom. Elijah was a beautiful kid and Dom had no qualms about being touched.
and I can tell where your lust ends
and where your love begins
They ended up in a makeshift phone booth right outside the pub and Dom thought why not as Elijah undid Dom’s zip and dropped to his knees and looked up at Dom with those huge round depthless blue eyes and took Dom into his mouth and Dom threw his head back and hit the glass and he clutched at Elijah’s head and was sure it must have hurt but Elijah didn’t say anything just finished what he started and then stood up and went to kiss Dom and Dom wouldn’t let him.
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
Elijah then went into a rant which made quite clear what his intentions were for the night, and Dom refused him, pushing the door open behind Elijah and stepping out into the suddenly bracingly chilly night air. He shrugged, pulling his coat (Billy’s coat) tighter around his slender frame, and then walked briskly to the flats closest to the pub, which happened to be where Billy was staying.
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
He didn’t even glance back as Elijah swore vehemently behind him, voice growing hoarse with his raging shouts.
They didn’t have a call the next day, so Dom spent the better part of the morning and early afternoon out. When he did finally venture back to his flat he was greeted by no less than fourteen voice messages on his answering machine. One was his mum. One was Viggo asking about surfing before their call time the next morning and Dom shook his head at that, thinking that Viggo was one of the craziest mother-fuckers he had ever come across. The remaining twelve were all Elijah.
Each message was one word: bastard, wanker, tosser, fucker, shithead, cunt. After those he got creative and decided to call Dom names in different languages. Dom deleted them all, shed his clothes, and hopped in to take a long shower.
He had three more messages when he got out and, angry at Elijah for his petulance, he unplugged the machine.
He toweled off his hair and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and carried on as usual.
Dom was sprawled out on his couch, journal in hand, when someone began banging on his door. He glanced behind him to the flickering electrical clock on the countertop and wondered briefly who the fuck would be coming around his flat at half eleven at night with an early call the next morning and he shouted for whoever it was to come in and the door opened and there stood Elijah.
the moon gives me permission
I enter through her eyes
Dom set his journal aside, sitting up as he did so, and beckoned Elijah in because it was night and they were alone and somehow this made it seem more okay. Not so very wrong.
she's losing her virginity
and all her will to compromise
There was no preamble, no nothing. Clothes were torn off and Elijah fell back onto the couch, Dom’s hand pressing down against his pale chest and Dom bit and scratched but Elijah made ohfuckinghell absolutely intoxicating noises and Dom thrust and Elijah was raw and unprepared and he choked on a sob and tears streamed down his pretty cheeks and Dom shuddered and came.
Dom caught his breath, pushed off of Elijah, grabbed his pajama bottoms, and stretched, telling Elijah he could see himself out.
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
Elijah stared--Dom could feel his fucking eyes until he shut his bedroom door behind him--and then slowly, mechanically picked up his clothes, pulling them on numbly, automatically, feeling as though he were having an out of body experience and that he was really somewhere high above his body, watching someone else pick up the shattered pieces of a heart, and then he left.
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
The second time Dom approached Elijah was because it was so fucking goodrawhot the first time. He entered the trailer with only a small fridge, a stereo, and a couch in it, and found Elijah zoning out on the couch to one of his many Radiohead CD’s. Dom approached, and Elijah refused.
Through sheer force of personality, and perhaps because Elijah wanted to believe Dom’s words, or maybe because he knew Dom was lying but Dom was a beautiful liar, Elijah allowed Dom to fuck him again when Dom said it would be different. But then Dom pushed off of Elijah again and zipped up his pants and was on his way out the door when Elijah made a noise.
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
Elijah knew it must have been what Dom wanted to hear, because Dom turned and saw Elijah sitting there on the couch looking utterly exhausted and broken and crying, not sobbing, it was too quiet, too gentle to be sobs, simply a mere trail of wetness down his cheeks, and did not leave.
I didn't want to fuck you
but you're pretty when you're mine
The third time Dom approached Elijah was right then, and this time Dom took all of Elijah’s clothes off and all of his own clothes off and they became mixed together on the floor of the trailer and were forgotten as Dom fucked Elijah again.
Elijah made the mistake once of telling Dom he loved him and Dom had to keep from laughing because this was such a stupid thing for Elijah to say. Dom knew Elijah loved him, had known from the first day he caught Elijah staring, or at least, had known that the lust would eventually turn into love, but he was quite pleased that Elijah never voiced the words.
When Elijah did, Dom hit him. He hit him, left him half-hard, half-naked, and walked out of Elijah’s flat.
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
Dom did not love Elijah. They were Hobbits, they were mates, they fucked on occasion—that was rapidly becoming often—and as far as Dom was concerned that was the way it went. He didn’t have time for love, he didn’t want it, he didn’t need it, especially not with a cast member.
Elijah apologized the next night at a pub as Dom had him pressed against a back wall, body to body, but then Elijah said it again and Dom didn’t hit him this time because the steel in Elijah’s eyes told him to go no further, to touch nothing else (how did it happen that Dom was the one doing the touching now, anyway?), to keep his fucking mouth and cock to himself but then Dom said the words back, said that he had only been scared, and something in Elijah’s eyes broke and he went home with Dom again.
I didn't really love you
but I'm pretty when I lie
Elijah was permitted to stay the night, though Dom made it clear Elijah would be staying on the couch as Dom made his way to his room but then Elijah let out a soft sound, so soft Dom would not have heard it if he hadn’t been listening for it and it sort of disturbed him that he was listening for it at all, but he turned around and there was Elijah, tears in his eyes, and Dom beckoned to him and Elijah followed and they both fell in a tangle of limbs onto Dom’s bed.
Elijah woke the next morning cold and alone, and later that day happened upon Dom and Billy. Dom and Billy, pressed together against a tree of all things, hands roaming everywhere and Elijah saw in Dom’s eyes a desperation for Billy and Billy looked as though this all made perfect sense to him and it was perfectly alright and how could that possibly be when everything was so fucked up?
you hurt me baby
Later that week Elijah ended up in Orlando’s arms and went home with him.
I hurt you baby
Dom put his fist through the first thing he saw when he walked out of the pub, raging, and it just so happened to be a car window. He swore, cradling his wounded, bloody fist in his other hand, and sprinted down the block and around the corner before anyone could come running at the noise.
Dom went home alone that night.
The next morning Dom found a post-it note stuck to the chair he regulated in the make-up trailer, Elijah’s untidy scrawl across it. He glanced over to Elijah as he took his seat and read, “You hurt me, I hurt you,” and Dom nodded minutely to himself and well, that was fair, wasn’t it. Dom crumpled the note up and tossed it into the nearest bin and thought that ended that.
Elijah approached him that night, glanced at Dom’s still bandaged hand, then grasped it and squeezed it and fuck did that hurt but Dom let him do it because there was fire in Elijah’s icy eyes and that usually promised a fuck.
Dom went home with Elijah and was not disappointed and this time he stayed.
if you knew how much I love you,
you would run away
After several weeks together, after many nights spent together and many confessions neither would ever admit to during the day when the light was raw and harsh against their eyes, Elijah sat up after fucking Dom, lit a clove, and began putting on his clothes.
but when I treat you bad
it always makes you want to stay
Dom grabbed his wrist wantyouneedyoustay and Elijah spared a withering glance over his shoulder, smirked without humor around his clove, stood up, and walked out the door.
They didn’t speak for a week
I didn't want to hurt you baby
and then Dom broke and how the tables have turned and approached Elijah asking this time not demanding or manipulating
I didn't want to hurt you baby
and oh did Elijah get a kick out of that but then Orlando sauntered up and whispered into Elijah’s ear and wrapped an arm around his slim waste and lead him away from Dom.
how can you do this to me now?
rating: Hard R for both content and language
summary: Elijah was a beautiful kid and Dom had no qualms about being touched.
disclaimer: I don't know them, this never happened. Also, no disrespect is intended.
notes: Written for Unapologetic's newest challenge. The song is Pretty When You Cry, by Vast and when I listened to the song while skimming over the lyrics *guh* what a raw feeling it left. This is what came of it. Lyrics in italics.
The first time Dom approached Elijah was because he felt Elijah’s eyes piercing him from the moment he stepped into the pub until well into the night, when they and Orlando were the only three remaining of the eight or ten cast members originally drinking the night away.
you're made of my rib oh baby
you're made of my sin
Dom was a bit tipsy at the least and perhaps a tad drunk at the most. Elijah was well and truly drunk and really that seemed to suit him just fine because he was rather touchy-feely with Dom and that was quite alright with Dom. Elijah was a beautiful kid and Dom had no qualms about being touched.
and I can tell where your lust ends
and where your love begins
They ended up in a makeshift phone booth right outside the pub and Dom thought why not as Elijah undid Dom’s zip and dropped to his knees and looked up at Dom with those huge round depthless blue eyes and took Dom into his mouth and Dom threw his head back and hit the glass and he clutched at Elijah’s head and was sure it must have hurt but Elijah didn’t say anything just finished what he started and then stood up and went to kiss Dom and Dom wouldn’t let him.
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
Elijah then went into a rant which made quite clear what his intentions were for the night, and Dom refused him, pushing the door open behind Elijah and stepping out into the suddenly bracingly chilly night air. He shrugged, pulling his coat (Billy’s coat) tighter around his slender frame, and then walked briskly to the flats closest to the pub, which happened to be where Billy was staying.
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
He didn’t even glance back as Elijah swore vehemently behind him, voice growing hoarse with his raging shouts.
They didn’t have a call the next day, so Dom spent the better part of the morning and early afternoon out. When he did finally venture back to his flat he was greeted by no less than fourteen voice messages on his answering machine. One was his mum. One was Viggo asking about surfing before their call time the next morning and Dom shook his head at that, thinking that Viggo was one of the craziest mother-fuckers he had ever come across. The remaining twelve were all Elijah.
Each message was one word: bastard, wanker, tosser, fucker, shithead, cunt. After those he got creative and decided to call Dom names in different languages. Dom deleted them all, shed his clothes, and hopped in to take a long shower.
He had three more messages when he got out and, angry at Elijah for his petulance, he unplugged the machine.
He toweled off his hair and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and carried on as usual.
Dom was sprawled out on his couch, journal in hand, when someone began banging on his door. He glanced behind him to the flickering electrical clock on the countertop and wondered briefly who the fuck would be coming around his flat at half eleven at night with an early call the next morning and he shouted for whoever it was to come in and the door opened and there stood Elijah.
the moon gives me permission
I enter through her eyes
Dom set his journal aside, sitting up as he did so, and beckoned Elijah in because it was night and they were alone and somehow this made it seem more okay. Not so very wrong.
she's losing her virginity
and all her will to compromise
There was no preamble, no nothing. Clothes were torn off and Elijah fell back onto the couch, Dom’s hand pressing down against his pale chest and Dom bit and scratched but Elijah made ohfuckinghell absolutely intoxicating noises and Dom thrust and Elijah was raw and unprepared and he choked on a sob and tears streamed down his pretty cheeks and Dom shuddered and came.
Dom caught his breath, pushed off of Elijah, grabbed his pajama bottoms, and stretched, telling Elijah he could see himself out.
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
Elijah stared--Dom could feel his fucking eyes until he shut his bedroom door behind him--and then slowly, mechanically picked up his clothes, pulling them on numbly, automatically, feeling as though he were having an out of body experience and that he was really somewhere high above his body, watching someone else pick up the shattered pieces of a heart, and then he left.
I didn't want to hurt you
but you're pretty when you cry
The second time Dom approached Elijah was because it was so fucking goodrawhot the first time. He entered the trailer with only a small fridge, a stereo, and a couch in it, and found Elijah zoning out on the couch to one of his many Radiohead CD’s. Dom approached, and Elijah refused.
Through sheer force of personality, and perhaps because Elijah wanted to believe Dom’s words, or maybe because he knew Dom was lying but Dom was a beautiful liar, Elijah allowed Dom to fuck him again when Dom said it would be different. But then Dom pushed off of Elijah again and zipped up his pants and was on his way out the door when Elijah made a noise.
I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
Elijah knew it must have been what Dom wanted to hear, because Dom turned and saw Elijah sitting there on the couch looking utterly exhausted and broken and crying, not sobbing, it was too quiet, too gentle to be sobs, simply a mere trail of wetness down his cheeks, and did not leave.
I didn't want to fuck you
but you're pretty when you're mine
The third time Dom approached Elijah was right then, and this time Dom took all of Elijah’s clothes off and all of his own clothes off and they became mixed together on the floor of the trailer and were forgotten as Dom fucked Elijah again.
Elijah made the mistake once of telling Dom he loved him and Dom had to keep from laughing because this was such a stupid thing for Elijah to say. Dom knew Elijah loved him, had known from the first day he caught Elijah staring, or at least, had known that the lust would eventually turn into love, but he was quite pleased that Elijah never voiced the words.
When Elijah did, Dom hit him. He hit him, left him half-hard, half-naked, and walked out of Elijah’s flat.
I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
Dom did not love Elijah. They were Hobbits, they were mates, they fucked on occasion—that was rapidly becoming often—and as far as Dom was concerned that was the way it went. He didn’t have time for love, he didn’t want it, he didn’t need it, especially not with a cast member.
Elijah apologized the next night at a pub as Dom had him pressed against a back wall, body to body, but then Elijah said it again and Dom didn’t hit him this time because the steel in Elijah’s eyes told him to go no further, to touch nothing else (how did it happen that Dom was the one doing the touching now, anyway?), to keep his fucking mouth and cock to himself but then Dom said the words back, said that he had only been scared, and something in Elijah’s eyes broke and he went home with Dom again.
I didn't really love you
but I'm pretty when I lie
Elijah was permitted to stay the night, though Dom made it clear Elijah would be staying on the couch as Dom made his way to his room but then Elijah let out a soft sound, so soft Dom would not have heard it if he hadn’t been listening for it and it sort of disturbed him that he was listening for it at all, but he turned around and there was Elijah, tears in his eyes, and Dom beckoned to him and Elijah followed and they both fell in a tangle of limbs onto Dom’s bed.
Elijah woke the next morning cold and alone, and later that day happened upon Dom and Billy. Dom and Billy, pressed together against a tree of all things, hands roaming everywhere and Elijah saw in Dom’s eyes a desperation for Billy and Billy looked as though this all made perfect sense to him and it was perfectly alright and how could that possibly be when everything was so fucked up?
you hurt me baby
Later that week Elijah ended up in Orlando’s arms and went home with him.
I hurt you baby
Dom put his fist through the first thing he saw when he walked out of the pub, raging, and it just so happened to be a car window. He swore, cradling his wounded, bloody fist in his other hand, and sprinted down the block and around the corner before anyone could come running at the noise.
Dom went home alone that night.
The next morning Dom found a post-it note stuck to the chair he regulated in the make-up trailer, Elijah’s untidy scrawl across it. He glanced over to Elijah as he took his seat and read, “You hurt me, I hurt you,” and Dom nodded minutely to himself and well, that was fair, wasn’t it. Dom crumpled the note up and tossed it into the nearest bin and thought that ended that.
Elijah approached him that night, glanced at Dom’s still bandaged hand, then grasped it and squeezed it and fuck did that hurt but Dom let him do it because there was fire in Elijah’s icy eyes and that usually promised a fuck.
Dom went home with Elijah and was not disappointed and this time he stayed.
if you knew how much I love you,
you would run away
After several weeks together, after many nights spent together and many confessions neither would ever admit to during the day when the light was raw and harsh against their eyes, Elijah sat up after fucking Dom, lit a clove, and began putting on his clothes.
but when I treat you bad
it always makes you want to stay
Dom grabbed his wrist wantyouneedyoustay and Elijah spared a withering glance over his shoulder, smirked without humor around his clove, stood up, and walked out the door.
They didn’t speak for a week
I didn't want to hurt you baby
and then Dom broke and how the tables have turned and approached Elijah asking this time not demanding or manipulating
I didn't want to hurt you baby
and oh did Elijah get a kick out of that but then Orlando sauntered up and whispered into Elijah’s ear and wrapped an arm around his slim waste and lead him away from Dom.
how can you do this to me now?
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are you pissed at anyone in particular or are you just that good?! this is really painful to read, but in the best way :) i generally can't be doing with song!fic, i'm glad i got past that and into the real story, it was well worth it.
x
e
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I'm glad the pain came across though, that's the response I was hoping for!
Thanks again!
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pleasuring themselves with pain. oh. that's... that's... i don't know how to describe your story.
you are good.
you are good.
you are very, very, VERY good. ;)
keep it up!
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Loved it.
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Thank you very, very much!
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That hurt, so beautiful intense. So good.
Just: wow!
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Thanks very much!
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When Elijah did, Dom hit him. He hit him, left him half-hard, half-naked, and walked out of Elijah’s flat.
My heart was breaking at the images those sentences left.
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Aw...hands over duct tape for broken heart...duct tape fixes everything ;)
Thanks very much!
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...rating 1 to 10? 11 [by far].
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Thanks again!
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Great, truly fantastic, that's what I was hoping for :D Thanks very, very much! I'm glad you enjoyed.
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Wait. Cause if they could be, I don't wanna know! Wah!
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*soothes*
yeah, sorry about that. It was the song's fault and all. thanks for commenting! :D
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congrats! the rest of the winners are up at the site (http://unapologetic.crypticblue.net).
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Thanks very much. I think it's the only? songfic I've ever really attempted, and as someone who doesn't even like reading them, well, I was pretty pleased with the results. Thanks again, and I'm glad you enjoyed!
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Thanks.