Bloodlust, Part 6/7

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Title: Bloodlust, Part 6/7
Author: The Phantom Writer silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13 -- this subject is touchy for some people, so beware!
Feedback: I love you... please?
Disclaimer: None of that -- *points to the story* -- is true.
Notes: We loves arabella_o forever for this!

I'd suggest reading parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 first!





Part VI

"This isn't a great time, Billy…"

The knocking persisted. "Go away, Billy!" Dom spoke, surprised by how quiet his voice was.

"We need to talk, Dom. Please!"

Fuck. Securing the blanket around the top half of his body so that the bandages remained hidden, Dom plodded towards the door. He swung it open and then turned to make his way back to the couch.

"Dom?"

"Hi," Dominic muttered, plopping down and leaning forward wearily. "Bill, I'm really tired, so…" His mind swam furiously, much like a fish swimming upstream.

"Just listen," Billy pleaded. "I need to talk to you. You don't have to talk, just as long as you listen."

Dom's head bobbed. He forced his eyes open and his head up straight.

"Okay." Billy wrung his hands, took a deep breath, and began to pace the length of the room, turning sharply on his heel whenever he got close to the wall. "I don't know if my reaction to Orli's joke was what made you leave so abruptly, but…"

Stop pacing, Bills, please! It's making me fucking dizzy…

"Down at the pub, you misunderstood me, Dom. I... I was hoping that Orli's joke wasn't just a joke, that.... That maybe you might actually think of me that way."

Would you hurry up and tell me that you want nothing to do with me outside of the film publicity? Then I can go to sleep and have a good cry in the morning.

"Because, though I normally wouldn't be this blunt, I… I've thought about you that way, but it's not only lust, Dom. I... I love you."

Fuck…

Dominic swayed, touching his fingers to his bandage. It was sopping wet with blood.

Don't hate me, Bills…

When he received no response, Billy turned around just in time to see Dominic pass out, hitting the couch and sliding to the ground.

"Shite," Billy murmured with a frown. "That wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for…" Gently pushing back Dom's floppy fringe, Billy headed for the bathroom to fetch a wet washcloth. "I guess I'll have to wait for your-" He stopped short at the sight of abrupt crimson interrupting the beige tile.

The smell of iron was suffocating.

Billy's heart stopped, and he turned, tearing through Dominic's apartment until he reached his unconscious friend. Pulling the blanket from Dom's body, he had to fight the nausea that rose in his throat. "Fuck…" Red. All he could see was fucking red. There was so much smeared all around that, if it weren't for the useless bandages, Billy wouldn't know where the wound was located.

"Dominic…" Billy's voice wavered as he quickly made his 911 call. "Yes, I'll keep talking - but would you ask them to hurry up?" he responded bitterly to the operator after giving Dominic's address and being assured that "yes, sir, an ambulance is on its way. Please, calm down, sir!"

No, he didn't want to fucking calm down, thankyouverymuch, but he didn't say that, because he's Billy and Billy was nothing if he wasn't polite. He answered the woman's questions (after all, she was just there to help), all the time stroking Dominic's brow and whispering on the off chance that Dom could hear him.

"God, Dom…" he choked out past his tears, "You… you daft wanker. Stay here with me, all right? Stay here. I love you, don't forget."

But Dominic couldn't hear him, and, for all that he knew, Billy would never love him.