Such is life

Well, read it yourself! Have I been a nice girl and there will be a happy end or is evrything as fucked up as ever? What happens when Dom and Billy go home?


Disclaimer: It all came from my evil mind...

Notes: Sorry to make you wait so long, but this is really the end. *sniff* somehow I don’t really want it to end...

“Finally!” Dom groaned, pressing Billy against the wall once they had entered Dom’s room and kissed the other man deeply, letting his tongue explore freely the hot cave of Billy’s mouth.

With a moan Billy cocked his head, deepening their kiss when he put his arms around Dom’s neck and pulled the other man closer to his body. “God, but I love you,” he whispered breathlessly between kisses, hissing with pleasure when Dom grinded his rockhard cock against Billy’s own aching member. “Bed,” Billy commanded, his breath catching when Dom opened eyes heavy lidded with pleasure that tried to focus on Billy.

Dom stumbled back a few steps, rolling his hips wantonly when Billy cupped his ass with both of his hands, thumbs caressing the soft flesh just above the waistband of Dom’s jeans. “Fuck me...” he said in a low growl that made the blood in Billy’s brain rush southwards.

And Billy nodded, the words forgotten that yes indeed he, William Boyd, wanted to sinl himself into the tight heat of Dom’s body, to conquer him again and again until the other man was completely his. “Christ...” he moaned instead, leaning in for another passionate kiss, yanking at dom’s clothes as suddenly the urge to feel naked skin became nearly unbearable. They only seperated for the briefest of moments to pull their shirts over each other’s heads and then mouths crashed together again, wanting to mark, to claim, not simply caress.

Dom made a little movement with his legs that made both men fall backwards onto the bed. “Need you...” Dom oaned into Billy’s opened mouth, tracing the curved line of Billy’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He let his hands travel down Billy’s upper body and after fumbling on the fly of Billy’s jeans, Dom pushed the pants down narrow hips.

Billy struggled to free his legs from his jeans and at the same time toed his socks from his feet. He repeated the action on Dom and snuggled into the other man’s arms again, moaning in surprise at the friction their naked aligned bodies created.

“Billy...” Dom panted, nibbling at the other man’s throat when Billy slowly started to draw circular patterns around Dom’s entrance. “Don’t tese!” he hissed through teeth clenched in frustration. “Take me...” he begged, licking wet trails up to Billy’s jaw. “Please...”

“No!” Billy’s eyes widened in shock when his pleasure-hazed brain realised that Dom actually wanted him to fuck him dry. “No,” he repeated. “I would only hurt you.”

Dom shook his head, smiling softly. “You wouldn’t,” he breathed, bringing his index-finger to Billy’s lips to silence any protesting. “I can take it. I have done so before...” He wrapped his legs around Billy’s waist, forcing the other man’s body closer. “I wanna fell you,” dom whispered, kissing the shell of Billy’s ear tenderly. “I want to feel the soreness with very step i walk tomorrow and know that it’s you...that you have caused it...”

“Fuck...” Billy growled when dom oved again and suddenly Billy’s cock was nudging against Dom’s entrance.

Dom pulled Billy down for a kiss and at the same time pushed against Billy with his lower body, slowly impaling himself on Billy’s hard flesh and before Billy knew what had happened he was fully seated in Dom’s body.

Billy stared at Dom in amazement when the other man opened his eyes with a low moan, the normally blueish-grey irises impossibly dark, and Billy wanted to capture this moment, to keep it forever engraved in his memory.

“Billy...” Dom half groaned, half whispered, his eyes nearly falling shut again, but flipping open when Billy adressed him.

“Dom,” Billy said as firmly as he could considering the position he was in and started to move in the tight heat of the younger man lying under him. “Keep your eyes open,” he asked Dom and Dom nodded softly, fighting to oblige as his body was shaken by sweet pleasurable shocks.

“Jesus, Billy!” Dom groaned, his sight blurring in front of his eyes and he held tightly to Billy’s shoulders, not wanting to let go for fear he might drown in the endless sea of his emotions.

Time seemed to stop for Billy whenh e looked down at Dom, full lips opened in a silent plea for Billy to go deeper, harder, tears glistening in the grey eyes swimming with raw emotions. Billy lowered his head to Dom’s, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, driving into Dom one last time when he felt the other man tightening around him, swallowing Dom’s scream of release greedily when suddely white light seemed to explode in front of Billy’s eyes and he couldn’t see Dom anymore.

~*~

Slowly Billy swam up in the darkness he was delving in, blinking carefully at the warm sunlight dancing in his face. With a content sigh he snuggled deeper into his warm blankets, his eyes suddenly flying open when he realised that something was amiss. Dom wasn’t there.

“Dom?” Billy sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He looked around in the room, but there was no trace of Dom. Billy started to panic when he realised that even Dom’s clothes were gone. “Fuck,” Billy mumbled and jumped out of the bed, putting on his jeans. He frowned when he saw that something was written into the dust of Dom’s small bedside table and he bent down to read it.

“Such is life...”

Billy groaned, burying his head in the palms of his hands. “Please, no! Not again!” Breath catched in Billy’s throat when he remembered the time after Dom’s suicide attempt. Dom wouldn’t..., would he?

After some shock seconds Billy was nearly crying with relief when he saw that the balcony door was opened slightly and Dom was sitting outside, having a smoke. “Jesus! Do you always have to scare me like...” Billy joined Dom on the balcony, silencing when he saw that Dom’s face was wet with tears. Billy knealt down next to Dom, taking the other man’s hand into his. “What’s wrong?” Billy asked, glancing worriedly at the wet trails of tears on Dom’s face. He pointed at the words written itno the dust on the small bedside table. “Such is life, what’s that suposed to mean?”

“Such is life...” Dom repeated in a flat voice, staring at teh cig between his fingers and blew the smoke into the crisp air of the morning. “You know those great speeches heroes hold before they die?” he asked Billy, pulling nervously on the piercing through the tip of his ear. “Well, that was my little speech,” Dom continued silently. “No great last words. Just summed up how I felt back then.” Dom dragged at his cig again.

“Then why did you write it down now?” Billy’s voice was shaking, fearing Dom’s answer, because he knew he wouldn’t survive losing Dom again.

“It isn’t what you think,” Dom mumbled, staring into the blue sky above. “I don’t think that way anymore,” he continued calmly. “You of all people should know that.” For the first time Dom looked directly into Billy’s eyes, not hiding anything. “Life is not just the way it is. It
isn’t simply black or white. There are continuums...”

Billy didn’t quite know what to think of what Dom was saying. “So...”

A smile lit Dom’s face, this time reaching his eyes, too. “You didn’t honestly fear that you find me lying in the bathtub with my wrists slit?” Dom asked, tenderly caressing the fading lines on his wrist.

“That isn’t exactly funny, dork!” Billy grumbled, but relaxing somewhat at seeing Dom smiling.

Dom stood up, pulling Billy with him, snipping his cigarette away before wrapping his arms tightly around Billy’s waist. “How could I want to die now that I have you?” he asked, smiling and burried his head in the other man’s shoulder. “Was just being overly emotional, cause when I woke up and saw you lying beside me on the bed – thouroughly fucked I might add...” Dom mumbled softly. “I just realised that I’m beyond that stuff...” Dom lifted his head and placed a firm kiss onto Billy’s lips. “I love you and I never want to miss that feeling again. Ever.”

“I love you, too,” Billy replied softly, kissing Dom again, this time letting the kiss linger a little longer as he knew that now finally everything was alright. “I love you, too...”


Finis.

A/N: I’m done. I’m afraid this is the end, guys... A little last review to tell me how you liked it? Anyway, thanks to anybody who read this and especially to those who encouraged me to go on with their lovely reviews....
My next project will not be a monaboyd-fic, I’m afraid. It is called “Solo performance” and it is basically about Dave Wenham being heart-broken after his grilfriend left him and took their daughter with her and now he’s trying to learn to love again. I will sure as hell sneak some Monaboyd into it though!!!! *bounce* Got that lovely mental image of Dom wearing Billy’s kilt I have to get rid of....