Tornado Part 2

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Title: Tornado 2/2
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 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. You can read part one here.

Two fics in four days. Look at me go.



"Billy? Billy, where are you going?"

"Loo. Gotta go. Didn't mean to wake you."

"Hang on, let me help you."

"I'm all right."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think I can manage a piss. Go back to sleep."

"Just shout if you need me."



"Dom? Oh, fuck… Dom?"

"Billy? What is it? Where are you?"

"Dom…I think--I'm going to…"

"Billy? Shit, where the fuck are you? Billy? Oh, fuck, Bills. Wake up. Come on, love. Come back to me, now. Come on, BillyBoyd, time to wake up. Please. Fuck. Fuck! I knew I should have--wake up, Bills. Come on. Bloody hell, I should never have--Bills, wake up! Jesus. All right, let's get you off the floor, yeah? Fuck fuck. God, Bills, you're heavier than you look. Time to lay off the cream teas, don't you think? Wake up, love, please. And let's get through this doorway now--don't want to bang your head, do I? Bloody hell, Dom, that's not fucking funny. Here we are, Bills, the bed will be much more comfortable than the floor. I'll just--ungh--lay you down. There we go. Please, please wake up, Bills. You have five minutes before I take you back to the hospital, I'm giving you fair warning. God, your skin is clammy. Is that just from the dizzies, Bills? Come on, wake up and answer me, dammit! Here, put this blanket over you, don't want you to get cold, do we? Come on, love, please, please. You're scaring me, Bills--fucking wake up already!"

"Shout."

"What? Billy? Say something, Bills."

"Don't shout."

"No--stay there, don't try and move. What happened?"

"I don't know. Where's your costume? Pete told me to climb Treebeard. Did I fall? My head hurts. No. No, Treebeard was a dream, wasn't it? That's right. I dreamed that I fell out of Treebeard. But where's Pete?"

"Oh God, Bills--stay there. I'll get you some clothes. I'm taking you back to the hospital."

"No. No hospital. Promise me no hospital, Dom. People go into hospitals but they never come out."

"Oh, Billy, that's not true--"

"You promised. I come home, you're in charge. "

"…You remember that?"

"Yeah. You promised. Pete put you in charge."

"That wasn't Pete, Bills. That was the doctor."

"Oh…is that why he was wearing a white coat?"

"Yes, love. What else do you remember? It's important."

"I'm tired. Something about Orlando. Orli and…he yelled at me."

"Do you remember being in a car? With Orli?"

"A car? …Yeah. At a light. English twat yelled at me for not having my seatbelt on."

"Oh thank God. Do you remember why you passed out?"

"Had to piss."

"Did you make it that far?"

"Guess so. Don't have to piss now. I--I remember. I thought I heard something, so I turned. I guess I turned too fast. It was…everything spun. It was like standing inside a tornado, trying to keep my feet on the ground while everything whirled around me, trying to carry me away."

"Let me see your eyes, Bills."

"Okay. Then can we turn out the light? It hurts."

"Yes. Let's have a look, then. Yeah. Yeah, you're okay. You're just going to have to be really careful for a day or two, all right?"

"Okay. Dom?"

"There. Light's out. Better?"

"Yeah…Dom?"

"Yes, Billy?"

"You and me--are we…? We are, right?"

"…Yes, Billy. We are."

"No, don't sound like that--I just--I'm sorry--I don't trust what I think I know right now."

"It's all right. Relax, love."

"And did you…earlier--did you suck my tadger?"

"Yes, Bills, I did."

"Okay. Good. I'm glad that one was real. But no Pete?"

"No. No Pete."

"Oh. Okay. What about--"

"Billy, shush. Go to sleep, you little wanker."

"Don't leave."

"I won't. Shh."




"Billy? Wake up, Bills. Come on, I know you don't want to, but just for a few minutes, yeah?"

"No. You have three seconds to check my eyes then I'm going back to sleep, 'kay?"

"Why Bills--your voice is so sexy when it's all rough like that. I'm sorry, love, I know you hate this. Okay with the light?"

"Okay. I think you can probably stop checking my eyes soon, can't you? Even if you still have to wake me up? Surely if I was going to bleed into my brain, I would have done it by now."

"Billy! Fuck, don't say things like that!"

"Well, that's why you're checking, isn't it?"

"Where did fucking 'lucid Billy' come from all of a sudden?"

"I'm just asking--"

"Well don't, you demented twit. I'm just starting to not hover over you. You want me to start again?"

"Good God, no."

"Wanker. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty much shite."

"Paracetamol, love?"

"Yes, please."

"All right. Here, sit up a bit--slowly, slowly! Wow. That's pretty impressive, Billy--I've never actually watched someone's face turn grey before."

"Dizzy."

"You're going to have to take things slower for a while."

"Slow. Yeah."

"All right? Can I let go? You're not going to fall over?"

"Arse."

"But you love me anyway, don't you?"

"Somehow."

"Here, take two. Here's some water."

"…Thanks, Dominic. I'd be fucked without you."

"You're fucked when you're with me, too, aren't you?"

"You certainly do your best, you dirty slut."

"Someone's feeling a little better."

"Not so much. Can you please move, love? I really need to lay down again."

"Oh, bugger, sorry Bills. Here. That's it. Here's the blanket. Yeah, close your eyes, I'll get the light."

"Set the alarm. Lay down with me."

"Okay. Can you shift over a bit? Thanks. All right, it's set for two hours."

"Oh, goodie."

"I know, love. Go to sleep."




"Mmnfr. Mmmm. Bill? Wha' time is't?"

"Shh. It's early, Dom. Go back to sleep."

"Oh, okay…fucking hell, Bill. Are you all right? What time is it? What the hell happened to the alarm, it's light outside!"

"Dom, relax. I turned it off."

"You what?"

"I was awake anyway, so I turned it off. I figured you could use the sleep."

"Bloody hell, Billy, what if you'd fallen asleep again?"

"Then I would have slept."

"But I'm supposed to be waking you every two hours!"

"That was overnight. Look--the night's over. I'm okay, Dom, I'm not going to suddenly slip into a coma on you."

"That's not your decision to make, I'm in charge. That was the deal, Billy. That was the fucking deal!"

"Dominic, please don't, love. Really, I'm okay. I'm still dizzy, but my head feels much clearer now. Honestly."

"Does it hurt?"

"Lay down, Dom, you might as well get some sleep."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little, yes. Not like last night. It's moved."

"Moved? What the hell do you mean moved?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, would you please calm down? I was nice and relaxed until you woke up. Come here, Dom."

"What?"

"I would like to hold you. If that's not a problem for you?"

"Oh. Sorry. Where--I don't want to hurt you."

"Just lay down, you great pillock. And now I will lay beside you and I will put my head on your chest and I will put my leg over yours and you will put your arm around me. Think you can handle that, you delicate little thing?"

"Ah, shut it, Bills, you silly twat. Is that okay? Yeah? All right, what did you mean the pain moved?"

"I mean it's--it… It's hard to explain."

"Try."

"This morning it hurts here. Where the bruise is, where the stitches are. And it actually really hurts. But last night my whole skull hurt. It was like there was this fierce wind tearing through my head, roaring, whirling, I would swear there was even debris flying around, like a storm."

"You said something about a tornado."

"Did I? Well…yes. Yes, that's what it felt like. A tornado that just kept circling and never moved on. When I passed out it just spun faster until it spun me into the floor. Which is odd, because I felt like it was trying to pick me up."

"Why didn't you say anything last night?"

"What was there to say? I told you it hurt, which it did. You wouldn't have been too happy if I started explaining to you that I had a tornado and there were little cows and tractors and barns whirling in my brain."

"You watched Twister again, didn't you?"

"…Oh my God. I think I did, a couple days ago."

"There's your cows and tractors. But the tornado's gone?"

"Yeah. I'm still quite dizzy. But it's…it's just spinning. There's no wind."

"Well, I guess that's an improvement."

"Oh, it is, Dom, believe me it is. Listen--I'm sorry if I was a shite last night."

"You were, kind of. But it's okay, Bills. I know you weren't yourself."

"I really wasn't. I--I don't even remember parts of it. Which is probably for the best, or I'd never be able to look you in the face. I have a feeling I said some horrible things."

"It's all right, love. It's over now, and I'll do my best to forget those bits too. Just…next time wear your fucking seatbelt, all right? 'Cos I can't do this again."

"Oh God, Dominic, I'm sorry--"

"Shh, it's okay. I wasn't a prince either. And I'm sorry for that."

"God, we deserve each other, don't we? You think we'd deal with crisis a little better."

"Why should we? We haven't had a lot of practice lately, thank God for that."

"I suppose. Well, it's over now, right? The worst of it, anyway. I feel better this morning."

"You still shouldn't have shut the alarm off, you giant arse."

"For fuck's sake, you twat, let it go. I did. I'm awake, you're awake, everything's fine."

"We had a deal."

"That'll teach you to make deals with concussed tornado people, won't it?"

"Tornado people? God help us if there's more than one of you. Freak."

"Freak? Really?"

"Billy. What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Like hell, nothing. Cut it out, Billy."

"Why?"

"Because you need to rest. Go back to sleep."

"I will. After."

"No, now. Out of my unmentionables, you troublemaker."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh yes I do, Billy. Hands off. Go to sleep."

"You don't mean that. Know how I know? This stonker I seem to have found in your shorts tells me otherwise."

"Billy, would you stop--ahh, don't do that, that's not fair…"

"And was it fair last night when you used your tongue against me? I didn't think so. You have had far too much stress, Dominic, and I am going to relieve some of it."

"Don't Bills, you're not up to it--"

"Not up to a little gentle wanking? God forbid, Dominic. The day I'm not up for rubbing you up is the day they put me in the ground. And that day is not today."

"Oh God, Bills--"

"Mmm, you like that? You feel so good, Dominic."

"Yeah. Yeah, it feels good. It feels so good. But Bills…"

"Come on, pay attention, Dominic, you're supposed to be focusing on this."

"Oh--bloody hell, Bills."

"I'm not stopping, so you can give up that little protest right now. Tell me, love. Tell me how it feels."

"Oh…oh God…it feels--it feels reassuring."

"What? Not quite what I was expecting there, Dominic."

"It's you. Your hand on me. I can feel it's your hand Bills. Oh…yeah, like that… I can tell that's your thumb. Ah God… And it's normal and right and everything must be okay if your hand is on my cock and doing--fuck, yes, Billy--doing things like that."

"How about like this?"

"Fuck. Fucking hell, Bills, yes--yes, like that. Like that. Don't stop…"

"I'm not going to stop. Kiss me, Dominic."

"Billy--oh, Bills…"

"…"

"I love the way your tongue curls around mine, Dominic. Have I ever told you that? I love when you do that."

"Billy--a little faster, Billy. Harder. Ah, fuck--can you? We shouldn't be doing this--"

"I'm fine, Dominic. How's that? Is that good?"

"Bloody hell, that's fantastic is what that is… Oh God, Billy…Yes. Yes. Squeeze tighter. You okay? Stop if you have to. I could finish. Ahh…."

"I'm not stopping. God, Dominic, you look so sexy with your head back like that…"

"Ah, fuck…God that's good. Go ahead--yes, press yourself against me. Hard. Oh Jesus, Bills, I'm close…"

"Tell me what you want. Tell me, love."

"That--that twisting thing. Ohh! Yes. That. That. That's it. Fuck. Holy fuck."

"You're so hot, Dominic, and your cock is so hard in my hand. I can feel how close you are."

"Close. Jesus, yes, close. Faster."

"Faster, Dominic. Harder. Just like you, hard and fast."

"Oh fuck, Bills. I can feel you rubbing yourself against me. Fucking hell."

"Touch me, Dominic. Your hand--put your hand on me."

"I can't--you have to--that's it, shift a little. You're hard. You're so hard. I'm there. I'm going to come. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bills. Oh God, Bills."

"God, you're gorgeous when you come, Dominic. Come for me. That's it. Oh God, yes, Dominic come for me come for me God your hand your thigh is hard shove it against me Dominic harder your hand is so good and I think I'm going to come I think I'm going to come I'm going to come oh God I'm coming..."

"Jesus, Billy…keep going. Keep going. Fuck, yes. Kiss me. Give me your mouth…"

"…"

"Ahh…"

"Oh God…"

"..."

"Billy. Bills. Thank you, love."

"You're welcome."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah."

"You don't sound it--what's wrong?"

"I'm okay…I just…probably shouldn't have done that."

"Oh fuck, Billy, I knew that was a bad idea--"

"No, no, you silly git, not doing you. That was fine. Doing me. That's what wasn't so smart. A little too much pressure on my head I think. I'm a bit dizzy."

"It didn't make you worse last night, did it?"

"No. But last night I wasn't doing most of the work, either."

"Don't take the mickey, Billy. What can I do?"

"Well…"

"Come on, out with it."

"I don't want to get up…"

"So? Don't."

"I'm covered in semen, you twat."

"Oh. Ohh, I see. Want me to lick it off?"

"No, you great pillock, I don't. You're disgusting. What I would like is a damp cloth, please. Or are you going to make me crawl to the bathroom to get it?"

"While I would enjoy watching your bare arse up in air like that, no, I won't make you."

"Wanker."

"No, I believe you did most of the wanking. Hold tight, I'll be right back."

"All right."

"…"

"…Here, let me, Billy."

"It's all right, Dom, you don't have to. I can--"

"No, I mean, please let me."

"Oh. Well, all right then."

"Give me your hand. That's not too bad, I think I got most of it on me. There. You look happy, Bills."

"That scrubbing on my hand feels remarkably amazing."

"Just wait 'til I start cleaning your cock. You made a mess on my leg you know."

"Serves you right."

"What for?"

"I don't know. God, you're right, that does feel good. Ahh--gently, Dom."

"Sorry. I think that's got it all. Anywhere else?"

"Not that I know of. Come back to bed."

"I'm just going to go rinse--"

"Fuck it. Leave it on the floor for now. Come back to bed, Dom."

"…"

"Mmm. Careful, watch my head…yeah, come here, Dominic. I love you. You know that, right? I love you and I'm here to stay. A little knock on the head couldn't take me from you. Fuck, losing limbs couldn't manage that, Dominic."

"God. Love you too, Bills."

"I'm not going to leave. I'm not."

"Go to sleep, love. The head injury has made you sentimental. I'll wake you in a couple hours."

"Not two, Dom, please. Give me a bit longer? Four?"

"Four's too long, Billy. How about three?"

"…All right. Three."

"…There. Alarm's set for three hours. Thank you, love."

"Yeah, yeah. But if my dizziness isn't gone, I expect to be carried to the bog so I can piss."

"So much for sentimental."

"Well, last time wasn't a roaring success, was it?"

"Bills?"

"Yeah?"

"Shush. Go to sleep."

"Okay, Dominic."

"…love you…"

"…me too…"

Comments

[jillybinks.livejournal.com]

This just has me grinning, giggling and squirming in all the best ways. Perfect!!

[mctaggart-pegg.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

WOW, I never knew dialogue only could be so Fecking HOT!!!

[mctaggart-pegg.livejournal.com]

Tee hee, mission accomplished, then! Thanks. :)

[unbrokenmuse.livejournal.com]

Just want to say that I have developed a new dialog kink thanks to this fic and its companion pieces. Adorable boys, effective plot lines and HOTNESS ! Yay ! *blows kisses in your direction* More pleez?

[mctaggart-pegg.livejournal.com]

A new kink, even?? ::snogs you:: Thank you very much. :)