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Tornado
Title: Tornado 1/2
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R for language and graphic talk.
Warning: Another exercise in dialogue.
Disclaimer: Don't know either of them. More's the pity.
Summary: Billy is confused.
Feedback: Yes please--I'm a feedback h0r. :)
Blessings upon![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1420 for the beta. 'Cos she rox my boxers.
This is a companion piece to my previous dialogue fic, Sirocco. One does not necessarily need to have read it, but it will give you an idea of the rules of the game. Posted in two parts because apparently I write almost the exact number of characters LJ allows in a post. Formatting? Bugger.
Two fics in four days. Look at me go.
"Fuck off, Dom."
"No."
"Yes! Leave me the hell alone."
"No."
"Dom, if you don't bugger off and let me sleep, I swear I'm going to--to…"
"To what, Billy? Billy? Come on, answer me."
"What? I'm tired, Dominic."
"I know, Bills. Just a few more minutes, then you can go back to sleep. Cover your eyes, I'm going to turn the light on."
"Don't, it's too bright."
"I have to. They covered?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry? I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"All right, I'll make this quick. Open your eyes, Billy."
"What? Why? It's too fucking bright."
"Don't roll away from me, Billy, I'll just come over to that side. I have to check your eyes, remember?"
"Piss off, Dom. What the hell do you need to check my eyes for? What are you, a podiatrist?"
"Podiatrist? That's feet, Bill."
"Don't laugh at me. It's eyes. Podiatrist is eyes. I know it is. Feet are--are… Shite! What the fuck are feet?"
"Shh. Never mind, Bills, it doesn't matter. Come here and sit up a bit. That's it. Easy. Okay, now open your eyes."
"I don't know what the hell you want to check them for anyway. Expecting them to change colour?"
"Quit your grumbling, Billy. You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Calm down. You were in a car accident."
"I know that. Fucking Orli. Accident prone English twat."
"Watch it, you wanker, that's my countryman you're slagging off. Or did the knock on your head make you forget that?"
"'Course not. Manc git."
"That's better. Besides, in no way was it Orli's fault. He was clipped by some fuckwit on their damned mobile. And you weren't wearing your seatbelt."
"I remember that… We were going through a light…Orli--is he all right?"
"Shh, take it easy, he's fine. A bruise from his seatbelt, is all. That's good that you remember. I'm sure more will come back. You can close your eyes again if you want."
"Should I remember why you're doing this?"
"Don't worry about it, Billy."
"Of course I'm worried about it!"
"Shh, relax. I'm just checking your pupils to make sure they're the same. If there's any change, or if you start feeling worse, we're going straight back to the hospital. I wish you hadn't signed yourself out."
"Not staying in hospital. Turn the light off."
"All right. Lay down--easy, take it slow. There. Better?"
"Yeah. 'M tired."
"Go to sleep then, Bills. I'll wake you again in two hours."
"Don't you fucking dare."
"I bloody well will. We had a deal. You sign yourself out, I was in charge. Since you're too fucking stubborn to stay in hospital and be monitored like you should be, I'm doing what your doctor told me to make sure you're all right."
"I just want to sleep, Dominic."
"I know. Shh, off you go, then."
"Billy? Billy… Come on, Billy, wake up… Wake up for me, Bills… Billy? Billy…Jesus. Oh fucking hell--"
"Dom."
"Don't you fucking do that, Bill! Christ! You sodding well answer me!"
"Sor-sorry."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"My head."
"It hurts?"
"Yeah."
"Bad, Billy?"
"Kind of."
"Right. I'm taking you back to the hospital--"
"No. No hospital. Just bring me a glass of water and some--some…"
"What do you need, Bills?"
"Bugger. What the fuck's it called? Why can't I fucking remember what it's called, Dom?"
"Shh, Billy, don't get excited--"
"What's wrong with me, Dominic, that I can't bloody remember Paracetamol? What's wrong with me?"
"Billy, listen to me. You're all right. You just said it, didn't you? Relax. You remembered. Come on, ease up on my wrist a bit, yeah?"
"Sorry. God, Dominic--"
"It's all right, Bills. You're just a little confused from the concussion. You really rattled your brain, y'know. You'll be fine, just give it some time."
"But--"
"You're okay, Bills. You want me to check your eyes? Will that help?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Cover them for a minute. Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Open them slowly now. Hi, you."
"Hi."
"Can you open them wider, love?"
"'S too bright."
"Try? Yeah, that's good, Bills. See? They're fine. You're all right."
"Sure?"
"I'm sure. Are you dizzy? You're wobbling a little."
"Am I?"
"Okay, time to lie down, Bills. I'm going to go get your Paracetamol, and then you can go back to sleep."
"Remember New Zealand, Dominic?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember, Bills."
"Remember when you got that sword cut?"
"I do. You looked after me for three days."
"I loved you."
"I wish you'd told me."
"I didn't know, Dominic. Not then. But I do now."
"I love you, too, Bills."
"Billy… Billy, wake up. C'mon, BillyBoyd."
"Would you let me sleep?"
"Can't do it, love. Every two hours."
"Then every two hours I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself."
"That's fine. At least you'll be awake."
"Fuck off, Dom."
"How's your head?"
"Throbbing. So will yours be, in a minute."
"This was the deal, Bill. I warned you before we left the hospital, and you agreed."
"I'm concussed! You can't trust anything I say! I'm awake, all right? See, I move, I talk. Now goodnight, Dom."
"Sorry, Billy, not good enough. Ten minutes, including pupil check, every two hours."
"Fucking hell! I'd feel a hell of a lot better if I could just get a good night's sleep, okay? This waking and sleeping and waking again is making my head worse, and it's starting to make me nauseous! Please, Dom, what do I have to do, beg? Is that what you want, you want me to beg?"
"Billy--"
"Fine! Please, Dom, for the love of all that's holy, let me sleep. Please, please just leave me alone."
"Would you--"
"For God's sake, Dom, shut the fuck up."
"Fine."
"Bloody sodding hell, Dom, turn the goddamn light off! You bloody well could at least fucking warn me! Christ, that hurts."
"Nice fucking language, Bill. Open your eyes again."
"Bite me."
"You want to play this game? Fine. I can play this game all night, Bill."
"AUGH! --Let go of my eyelid, you sodding cunt!"
"You do realize struggling is only going to make your head worse, don't you?"
"Yes, I'm discovering that, thank you very much! Shitedamnfuck. Fine. Let go of me and I'll let you check my eyes, all right? Arsehole."
"Fine. I let go. Now open."
"There. Happy? And they're exactly the same as they were the last time you checked, right?"
"Hold still for a second, Bill."
"They're the same, aren't they? Aren't they…? Fucking answer me, Dom!"
"Yes. Yes, I think they are."
"You think?"
"They are."
"Fucker. Now get the hell out of my flat, Dom. And turn the light off when you go."
"Your flat?"
"Go home, Dom!"
"…Christ, Bill--Billy, we both live here."
"You don't live here. Thank God for that, you're such a slob you'd drive me mad."
"Billy--"
"Go home, Dom. I don't need you."
"Oh, just--Fuck you, Bill."
"What…? Dom? Dom? Good. Maybe I'll finally get some fucking sleep."
"Billy? Billy, wake up."
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"Don't be an arse."
"You're slowly killing me. Proud of yourself? Killing me."
"Shut the fuck up, Bill. You could have been killed today, do you realize that? Bloody hell, Billy, do you have any idea how scared I was when Orli called--in tears and freaked out of his sodding mind--saying you'd been in a car accident? That you were hurt? That he didn't know how badly, but it was your head? Do you know what that did to me, Bill?"
"Dom--"
"No. No, you shut the hell up and listen for once. God! I'm scared to death to be the one responsible for you here, Bill, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. And you put this on me! So don't fucking bitch and moan and whinge because I'm trying to do what you wanted in the first place, which was to help you come home. Do you think I'm enjoying this? I'm scared something's going to go wrong, Billy, so if that doctor says wake you every two hours and keep you awake, then that's bloody well what's going to happen. And if he told me to prop your fucking eyelids open with toothpicks, then so help me, I'd do that too. I know you feel like shit, and you can complain about that until hell freezes over and I'll listen and I'll do everything in my power to make you feel better, but I don't want to hear one more fucking word about how I'm pissing you off or how I'm 'killing' you. Do you understand me, Bill?"
"Dominic--"
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Cover your eyes, I'm turning the light on."
"Dom--"
"Don't, Billy. Just…don't. I don't want to regret what might come out of my mouth right now. They covered?"
"Yes. Dominic--"
"No, Billy! God, can't you just not push me for once? Open your eyes--slowly. How's your head, does it still hurt?"
"Yes."
"I'll have the Paracetamol waiting next time I wake you. Are you still dizzy?"
"A little."
"I'm sure that will go away soon. Your pupils look fine. Lay down again. I'll get the light."
"Billy, wake up. Hey. Come on, wake up… Billy? Grunt if you can hear me."
"Fuck."
"I suppose that will do."
"You're full of shite, you know that, Dom?"
"What are you on about now?"
"Every two hours my arse. It's been an hour and ten minutes since you turned the light out. No wonder this night has seemed endless. Goddammit, Dom, you've been waking me every hour, haven't you? Well? …So, now you're quiet. Had enough to shout about an hour ago, though, didn't you? I can't fucking believe you! You have the nerve to pitch a fit like that, and yet you're just taking the piss, playing with poor wee confused Billy's little brain. I'll tell you what, Dom, that's--what the fuck are you doing? Leave my fucking pants alone."
"I haven't been waking you every hour. And I'm not fucking taking the piss. You can be such a prick, Billy. Ow, watch your knee!"
"What the hell are you doing, Dom? And what do you mean, I'm a prick? You're the one who keeps waking me early! What the fuck are you doing? Get your hands out of my pants. I'm fucking concussed, Dom!"
"Oh, really? Because I hadn't noticed. I've just been waking you up for the hell of it. This is how I like to spend my Thursday nights, you know. And for someone who's concussed, that's quite the hard-on."
"What do you expect, rooting around in my shorts like that? And you seem to be enjoying waking me up more every time you do it!"
"If I am it's only because you're pissing me off!"
"Get your hand off my tadger."
"Very convincing, you twat. You might want to quit gasping and grabbing my hair when you say that."
"Fuck off, Dom."
"You fuck off, you sodding arse."
"Fucking--Ah! Get your cunting mouth off me."
"…"
"Bloody hell, Dom--what the fuck do you think you're doing? Oh--oh God--"
"…What am I doing? I'm keeping you awake for ten minutes."
"Couldn't you have--holy fuck, Dom your mouth is so hot--couldn't you have talked to me for ten minutes?"
"…Yeah, that was working real well for us. Do you want me to stop, Bill? Is that what you want?"
"Not now. Not when you're--oh God, Dom--do that again--with your tongue. Yeah, that, yes…sweet holy fucking hell, Dominic--I can't--make it fast, please Dominic--I don't think I can--"
"…I will. I'll make it fast."
"Fast, Dom, I need--oh God, harder Dominic, suck me harder, you're so fucking hot around my cock…oh God, Dominic, I think I'm going over, I'm going to come, Dominic, I'm going to come Dominic suck me harder and your tongue oh God yes Dominic I'm coming don't stop oh sweet fucking hell, oh, oh God yes, Dominic, suck me hard, you're so fucking good Dominic. Oh God. Bloody hell. Dominic. Dominic. Dominic… Mmm… Ahh, Dominic, my Dominic, that's…that wouldn't so bad to wake up for."
"I think once is probably enough, with your head."
"Probably. Dominic--"
"Yeah, Billy?"
"I'm sorry. I can't seem to keep my fucking mouth shut. It's all just coming out, even the shite I don't want to because I really don't mean it."
"…It's all right, Bills. I've said things I wish I hadn't too."
"Come here and give us a kiss?"
"Of course."
"…Mmm. Love you, Dominic."
"Love you too, Bills. How are you feeling? I probably shouldn't have done that…"
"No, it's fine. I'm okay. My head still hurts, but I feel less tense now."
"Oh Bill--you wanker. C'mon, love, I'll check your eyes and let you go back to sleep."
"Ready. Go ahead with the light."
"Okay, open them slowly. Easy, that's it."
"Dom, why did you do that?"
"What? They look fine. Lay down again."
"Why did you suddenly get inside my pants and suck me off? Not that I'm complaining, mind. It's just…an odd moment to choose, really. Oh, that's better--we really need to get a dimmer light in here."
"Go to sleep, Bill."
"Not 'til you tell me."
"I just…I wasn't taking the piss, Billy. And I most certainly wasn't trying to fuck around with your brain when you're already a little…fuddled."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are, Billy. But I'm sure that won't last long. I'll try not to wake you so often."
"So why did you? And what the hell does that have to do with a good blowjob? C'mon, Dominic, talk to me."
"I'm worried, all right Bill? I think you're okay, but then you say something like 'get the hell out of my flat', and it scares the living daylights out of me and I worry that you're not and something horrid is going to happen--"
"Dominic, don't--"
"--and I can't help it, I mean to let you sleep the full two hours, but I start worrying and I come in here just to check on you and I put my hand on your forehead and you feel cold, Billy, I thought you'd feel hot, but the only place that feels hot is that purple bruise on your temple, and it does feel hot, especially around the stitches, which for some reason seems worse--"
"Dominic, stop--"
"--and then I think I can't hear you breathing so I wake you up just to make sure I can, and you wake up and you're pissed with me. Pissed, Billy! And we end up fucking yelling at each other, when all I want to do is show you how much I love you--"
"Dominic, are you--?"
"Yes! Yes, Billy, I'm sodding well crying. I'm a fucking big girl's blouse, all right? I'm so fucking frustrated, and worried, and tired, and you're driving me mad and I started out biting my tongue because I know you're not yourself, but God, you just keep twisting me, I have to listen to how I'm just an arsehole to be kicked out of your flat, and then I'm such a bastard I'm playing fucking mind games with you? So yes, I gave you a blowjob to shut you up and to show you how much I need you and I figured your cock at least wouldn't let you push me away. And now that once again I've said entirely too much, I'm going out to the sitting room and try to fucking cool down."
"Dominic--"
"Don't--"
"Come here, love."
"No. Go to sleep, Bill."
"How the hell am I supposed to sleep now? After that? Stay, Dominic, please. Lie down with me."
"No. I don't want to lie down."
"You haven't slept at all tonight, have you?"
"I have to wake you up."
"Use the fucking alarm clock, you silly git. C'mon, love. Set the alarm, and sleep with me. It won't be so hard if you're not so tired."
"I don't know, Billy. What if--"
"I'll wake you if I need anything. Come on, Dominic. Give us a cuddle, yeah?"
"Oh, Bills…"
"C'mere. That's it. Ah, my poor wee Dominic. I don't make things easy for you, do I? Wheesht, now. It's all right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. Maybe I should have stayed in hospital. But I couldn't Dom, I just couldn't."
"'S okay."
"Set the alarm. For two hours, this time, you great twit."
"…Okay. Done. Two hours, I promise."
"Thank you, Dominic. Put your arm around me? Just--don't touch my head, okay?"
"I won't. This is nice. Are you cold?"
"Not with you here."
"Wake me if you need anything at all, Bills."
"I will."
"Thank God this night's almost over."
"Dom?"
"Yeah, Bills?"
"Shut up, please."
"Don't laugh at me, you arse. All right, go to sleep."
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Hard R for language and graphic talk.
Warning: Another exercise in dialogue.
Disclaimer: Don't know either of them. More's the pity.
Summary: Billy is confused.
Feedback: Yes please--I'm a feedback h0r. :)
Blessings upon
1420 for the beta. 'Cos she rox my boxers.This is a companion piece to my previous dialogue fic, Sirocco. One does not necessarily need to have read it, but it will give you an idea of the rules of the game. Posted in two parts because apparently I write almost the exact number of characters LJ allows in a post. Formatting? Bugger.
Two fics in four days. Look at me go.
"Fuck off, Dom."
"No."
"Yes! Leave me the hell alone."
"No."
"Dom, if you don't bugger off and let me sleep, I swear I'm going to--to…"
"To what, Billy? Billy? Come on, answer me."
"What? I'm tired, Dominic."
"I know, Bills. Just a few more minutes, then you can go back to sleep. Cover your eyes, I'm going to turn the light on."
"Don't, it's too bright."
"I have to. They covered?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry? I can't hear you."
"Yes."
"All right, I'll make this quick. Open your eyes, Billy."
"What? Why? It's too fucking bright."
"Don't roll away from me, Billy, I'll just come over to that side. I have to check your eyes, remember?"
"Piss off, Dom. What the hell do you need to check my eyes for? What are you, a podiatrist?"
"Podiatrist? That's feet, Bill."
"Don't laugh at me. It's eyes. Podiatrist is eyes. I know it is. Feet are--are… Shite! What the fuck are feet?"
"Shh. Never mind, Bills, it doesn't matter. Come here and sit up a bit. That's it. Easy. Okay, now open your eyes."
"I don't know what the hell you want to check them for anyway. Expecting them to change colour?"
"Quit your grumbling, Billy. You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Calm down. You were in a car accident."
"I know that. Fucking Orli. Accident prone English twat."
"Watch it, you wanker, that's my countryman you're slagging off. Or did the knock on your head make you forget that?"
"'Course not. Manc git."
"That's better. Besides, in no way was it Orli's fault. He was clipped by some fuckwit on their damned mobile. And you weren't wearing your seatbelt."
"I remember that… We were going through a light…Orli--is he all right?"
"Shh, take it easy, he's fine. A bruise from his seatbelt, is all. That's good that you remember. I'm sure more will come back. You can close your eyes again if you want."
"Should I remember why you're doing this?"
"Don't worry about it, Billy."
"Of course I'm worried about it!"
"Shh, relax. I'm just checking your pupils to make sure they're the same. If there's any change, or if you start feeling worse, we're going straight back to the hospital. I wish you hadn't signed yourself out."
"Not staying in hospital. Turn the light off."
"All right. Lay down--easy, take it slow. There. Better?"
"Yeah. 'M tired."
"Go to sleep then, Bills. I'll wake you again in two hours."
"Don't you fucking dare."
"I bloody well will. We had a deal. You sign yourself out, I was in charge. Since you're too fucking stubborn to stay in hospital and be monitored like you should be, I'm doing what your doctor told me to make sure you're all right."
"I just want to sleep, Dominic."
"I know. Shh, off you go, then."
"Billy? Billy… Come on, Billy, wake up… Wake up for me, Bills… Billy? Billy…Jesus. Oh fucking hell--"
"Dom."
"Don't you fucking do that, Bill! Christ! You sodding well answer me!"
"Sor-sorry."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"My head."
"It hurts?"
"Yeah."
"Bad, Billy?"
"Kind of."
"Right. I'm taking you back to the hospital--"
"No. No hospital. Just bring me a glass of water and some--some…"
"What do you need, Bills?"
"Bugger. What the fuck's it called? Why can't I fucking remember what it's called, Dom?"
"Shh, Billy, don't get excited--"
"What's wrong with me, Dominic, that I can't bloody remember Paracetamol? What's wrong with me?"
"Billy, listen to me. You're all right. You just said it, didn't you? Relax. You remembered. Come on, ease up on my wrist a bit, yeah?"
"Sorry. God, Dominic--"
"It's all right, Bills. You're just a little confused from the concussion. You really rattled your brain, y'know. You'll be fine, just give it some time."
"But--"
"You're okay, Bills. You want me to check your eyes? Will that help?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Cover them for a minute. Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Open them slowly now. Hi, you."
"Hi."
"Can you open them wider, love?"
"'S too bright."
"Try? Yeah, that's good, Bills. See? They're fine. You're all right."
"Sure?"
"I'm sure. Are you dizzy? You're wobbling a little."
"Am I?"
"Okay, time to lie down, Bills. I'm going to go get your Paracetamol, and then you can go back to sleep."
"Remember New Zealand, Dominic?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember, Bills."
"Remember when you got that sword cut?"
"I do. You looked after me for three days."
"I loved you."
"I wish you'd told me."
"I didn't know, Dominic. Not then. But I do now."
"I love you, too, Bills."
"Billy… Billy, wake up. C'mon, BillyBoyd."
"Would you let me sleep?"
"Can't do it, love. Every two hours."
"Then every two hours I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself."
"That's fine. At least you'll be awake."
"Fuck off, Dom."
"How's your head?"
"Throbbing. So will yours be, in a minute."
"This was the deal, Bill. I warned you before we left the hospital, and you agreed."
"I'm concussed! You can't trust anything I say! I'm awake, all right? See, I move, I talk. Now goodnight, Dom."
"Sorry, Billy, not good enough. Ten minutes, including pupil check, every two hours."
"Fucking hell! I'd feel a hell of a lot better if I could just get a good night's sleep, okay? This waking and sleeping and waking again is making my head worse, and it's starting to make me nauseous! Please, Dom, what do I have to do, beg? Is that what you want, you want me to beg?"
"Billy--"
"Fine! Please, Dom, for the love of all that's holy, let me sleep. Please, please just leave me alone."
"Would you--"
"For God's sake, Dom, shut the fuck up."
"Fine."
"Bloody sodding hell, Dom, turn the goddamn light off! You bloody well could at least fucking warn me! Christ, that hurts."
"Nice fucking language, Bill. Open your eyes again."
"Bite me."
"You want to play this game? Fine. I can play this game all night, Bill."
"AUGH! --Let go of my eyelid, you sodding cunt!"
"You do realize struggling is only going to make your head worse, don't you?"
"Yes, I'm discovering that, thank you very much! Shitedamnfuck. Fine. Let go of me and I'll let you check my eyes, all right? Arsehole."
"Fine. I let go. Now open."
"There. Happy? And they're exactly the same as they were the last time you checked, right?"
"Hold still for a second, Bill."
"They're the same, aren't they? Aren't they…? Fucking answer me, Dom!"
"Yes. Yes, I think they are."
"You think?"
"They are."
"Fucker. Now get the hell out of my flat, Dom. And turn the light off when you go."
"Your flat?"
"Go home, Dom!"
"…Christ, Bill--Billy, we both live here."
"You don't live here. Thank God for that, you're such a slob you'd drive me mad."
"Billy--"
"Go home, Dom. I don't need you."
"Oh, just--Fuck you, Bill."
"What…? Dom? Dom? Good. Maybe I'll finally get some fucking sleep."
"Billy? Billy, wake up."
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"Don't be an arse."
"You're slowly killing me. Proud of yourself? Killing me."
"Shut the fuck up, Bill. You could have been killed today, do you realize that? Bloody hell, Billy, do you have any idea how scared I was when Orli called--in tears and freaked out of his sodding mind--saying you'd been in a car accident? That you were hurt? That he didn't know how badly, but it was your head? Do you know what that did to me, Bill?"
"Dom--"
"No. No, you shut the hell up and listen for once. God! I'm scared to death to be the one responsible for you here, Bill, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. And you put this on me! So don't fucking bitch and moan and whinge because I'm trying to do what you wanted in the first place, which was to help you come home. Do you think I'm enjoying this? I'm scared something's going to go wrong, Billy, so if that doctor says wake you every two hours and keep you awake, then that's bloody well what's going to happen. And if he told me to prop your fucking eyelids open with toothpicks, then so help me, I'd do that too. I know you feel like shit, and you can complain about that until hell freezes over and I'll listen and I'll do everything in my power to make you feel better, but I don't want to hear one more fucking word about how I'm pissing you off or how I'm 'killing' you. Do you understand me, Bill?"
"Dominic--"
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Cover your eyes, I'm turning the light on."
"Dom--"
"Don't, Billy. Just…don't. I don't want to regret what might come out of my mouth right now. They covered?"
"Yes. Dominic--"
"No, Billy! God, can't you just not push me for once? Open your eyes--slowly. How's your head, does it still hurt?"
"Yes."
"I'll have the Paracetamol waiting next time I wake you. Are you still dizzy?"
"A little."
"I'm sure that will go away soon. Your pupils look fine. Lay down again. I'll get the light."
"Billy, wake up. Hey. Come on, wake up… Billy? Grunt if you can hear me."
"Fuck."
"I suppose that will do."
"You're full of shite, you know that, Dom?"
"What are you on about now?"
"Every two hours my arse. It's been an hour and ten minutes since you turned the light out. No wonder this night has seemed endless. Goddammit, Dom, you've been waking me every hour, haven't you? Well? …So, now you're quiet. Had enough to shout about an hour ago, though, didn't you? I can't fucking believe you! You have the nerve to pitch a fit like that, and yet you're just taking the piss, playing with poor wee confused Billy's little brain. I'll tell you what, Dom, that's--what the fuck are you doing? Leave my fucking pants alone."
"I haven't been waking you every hour. And I'm not fucking taking the piss. You can be such a prick, Billy. Ow, watch your knee!"
"What the hell are you doing, Dom? And what do you mean, I'm a prick? You're the one who keeps waking me early! What the fuck are you doing? Get your hands out of my pants. I'm fucking concussed, Dom!"
"Oh, really? Because I hadn't noticed. I've just been waking you up for the hell of it. This is how I like to spend my Thursday nights, you know. And for someone who's concussed, that's quite the hard-on."
"What do you expect, rooting around in my shorts like that? And you seem to be enjoying waking me up more every time you do it!"
"If I am it's only because you're pissing me off!"
"Get your hand off my tadger."
"Very convincing, you twat. You might want to quit gasping and grabbing my hair when you say that."
"Fuck off, Dom."
"You fuck off, you sodding arse."
"Fucking--Ah! Get your cunting mouth off me."
"…"
"Bloody hell, Dom--what the fuck do you think you're doing? Oh--oh God--"
"…What am I doing? I'm keeping you awake for ten minutes."
"Couldn't you have--holy fuck, Dom your mouth is so hot--couldn't you have talked to me for ten minutes?"
"…Yeah, that was working real well for us. Do you want me to stop, Bill? Is that what you want?"
"Not now. Not when you're--oh God, Dom--do that again--with your tongue. Yeah, that, yes…sweet holy fucking hell, Dominic--I can't--make it fast, please Dominic--I don't think I can--"
"…I will. I'll make it fast."
"Fast, Dom, I need--oh God, harder Dominic, suck me harder, you're so fucking hot around my cock…oh God, Dominic, I think I'm going over, I'm going to come, Dominic, I'm going to come Dominic suck me harder and your tongue oh God yes Dominic I'm coming don't stop oh sweet fucking hell, oh, oh God yes, Dominic, suck me hard, you're so fucking good Dominic. Oh God. Bloody hell. Dominic. Dominic. Dominic… Mmm… Ahh, Dominic, my Dominic, that's…that wouldn't so bad to wake up for."
"I think once is probably enough, with your head."
"Probably. Dominic--"
"Yeah, Billy?"
"I'm sorry. I can't seem to keep my fucking mouth shut. It's all just coming out, even the shite I don't want to because I really don't mean it."
"…It's all right, Bills. I've said things I wish I hadn't too."
"Come here and give us a kiss?"
"Of course."
"…Mmm. Love you, Dominic."
"Love you too, Bills. How are you feeling? I probably shouldn't have done that…"
"No, it's fine. I'm okay. My head still hurts, but I feel less tense now."
"Oh Bill--you wanker. C'mon, love, I'll check your eyes and let you go back to sleep."
"Ready. Go ahead with the light."
"Okay, open them slowly. Easy, that's it."
"Dom, why did you do that?"
"What? They look fine. Lay down again."
"Why did you suddenly get inside my pants and suck me off? Not that I'm complaining, mind. It's just…an odd moment to choose, really. Oh, that's better--we really need to get a dimmer light in here."
"Go to sleep, Bill."
"Not 'til you tell me."
"I just…I wasn't taking the piss, Billy. And I most certainly wasn't trying to fuck around with your brain when you're already a little…fuddled."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are, Billy. But I'm sure that won't last long. I'll try not to wake you so often."
"So why did you? And what the hell does that have to do with a good blowjob? C'mon, Dominic, talk to me."
"I'm worried, all right Bill? I think you're okay, but then you say something like 'get the hell out of my flat', and it scares the living daylights out of me and I worry that you're not and something horrid is going to happen--"
"Dominic, don't--"
"--and I can't help it, I mean to let you sleep the full two hours, but I start worrying and I come in here just to check on you and I put my hand on your forehead and you feel cold, Billy, I thought you'd feel hot, but the only place that feels hot is that purple bruise on your temple, and it does feel hot, especially around the stitches, which for some reason seems worse--"
"Dominic, stop--"
"--and then I think I can't hear you breathing so I wake you up just to make sure I can, and you wake up and you're pissed with me. Pissed, Billy! And we end up fucking yelling at each other, when all I want to do is show you how much I love you--"
"Dominic, are you--?"
"Yes! Yes, Billy, I'm sodding well crying. I'm a fucking big girl's blouse, all right? I'm so fucking frustrated, and worried, and tired, and you're driving me mad and I started out biting my tongue because I know you're not yourself, but God, you just keep twisting me, I have to listen to how I'm just an arsehole to be kicked out of your flat, and then I'm such a bastard I'm playing fucking mind games with you? So yes, I gave you a blowjob to shut you up and to show you how much I need you and I figured your cock at least wouldn't let you push me away. And now that once again I've said entirely too much, I'm going out to the sitting room and try to fucking cool down."
"Dominic--"
"Don't--"
"Come here, love."
"No. Go to sleep, Bill."
"How the hell am I supposed to sleep now? After that? Stay, Dominic, please. Lie down with me."
"No. I don't want to lie down."
"You haven't slept at all tonight, have you?"
"I have to wake you up."
"Use the fucking alarm clock, you silly git. C'mon, love. Set the alarm, and sleep with me. It won't be so hard if you're not so tired."
"I don't know, Billy. What if--"
"I'll wake you if I need anything. Come on, Dominic. Give us a cuddle, yeah?"
"Oh, Bills…"
"C'mere. That's it. Ah, my poor wee Dominic. I don't make things easy for you, do I? Wheesht, now. It's all right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. Maybe I should have stayed in hospital. But I couldn't Dom, I just couldn't."
"'S okay."
"Set the alarm. For two hours, this time, you great twit."
"…Okay. Done. Two hours, I promise."
"Thank you, Dominic. Put your arm around me? Just--don't touch my head, okay?"
"I won't. This is nice. Are you cold?"
"Not with you here."
"Wake me if you need anything at all, Bills."
"I will."
"Thank God this night's almost over."
"Dom?"
"Yeah, Bills?"
"Shut up, please."
"Don't laugh at me, you arse. All right, go to sleep."
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All this fic you're writing lately is spoiling me. SPOILING ME. *moreplzkthxbai*
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Hahaha, concussed...
"Fast, Dom, I need--oh God, harder Dominic, suck me harder, you're so fucking hot around my cock…oh God, Dominic, I think I'm going over, I'm going to come, Dominic, I'm going to come Dominic suck me harder and your tongue oh God yes Dominic I'm coming don't stop oh sweet fucking hell, oh, oh God yes, Dominic, suck me hard, you're so fucking good Dominic. Oh God. Bloody hell. Dominic. Dominic. Dominic… Mmm… Ahh, Dominic, my Dominic, that's…that wouldn't so bad to wake up for."
Best. Paragraph. EVAR.
You've done so much with pure dialogue and I love it.
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Thanks again! :)
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*pouts*