Such is life

Disclaimer: Everything’s made up. Vincent belongs to me, but I’ve borrowed his outward appearance from Ioan Gruffudd. That’s the guy who plays Lancelot in “King Arthur”. Some time ago I found some pics of him in the net that really knocked the breath out of my lungs, leaving me completely brainless. He’s truly beautiful! No man should be allowed to look that gorgeous without wearing a warning label!! Anyway, on these pics he has some kind of asymmetrical haircut and looks absolutely irresistible! I love imagining Vince looking like Ioan on these pics…

Author’s notes: I’m back from my holidays! This chapter is dedicated to my lovely uncles, aunts and cousins who kept me from writing during my stay in Finland. I love you guys!

Some things I’ve noticed lately and I wanted to chare with you guys.

1. Michael Douglas is evil. He has a thing for killing LOTR-actors in his movies. I’m still pissed that he shot Vig in “A perfect murder”, but now I’ve watched “Don’t say a word” and he kills Beanie in it!! Evil…

2. I found some sentences I wrote down from an interview with Orlando Bloom in which the interviewer describes what he sees when he enters the room. Here’s a rough translation of it: “I don’t think that any interview has ever started as strangely as this one: Orlando Bloom is lying crossways in an armchair, he’s moaning and he’s rotating his pelvis in a circular movement. A small buzzing sound is to be heard in the room…”
I really choked when I read those sentences!! What first sounded like the proof for all the slashy dreams and thoughts I ever had, turned out to be something completely different: Orlando was using some thing to massage his back with… I love the world for being involuntarily slashy!


Enough of that! I hope you like this chapter. Thank you to everybody who has reviewed my story so far. I’m completely flabbergasted by the positive response I got from you guys!! Cookies for everybody! I’d love you even more if you reviewed this chap, too! Please?


7. Strangers in the night:

“Do you speak English?”

Dom shook his head at the young woman addressing him, pretending not to understand her. They were the only two persons waiting at the tube station for the tube to arrive. Dom hugged the bottle of alcohol he had just bought closer to his chest. He didn’t know what it was because he couldn’t read the label. Slowly he opened the bottle and took a long draught.

//Urgh…// Dom grimaced. What ever it was it tasted horrible, but at least it had enough alcohol in it to let him forget.

“Problems?” the girl asked sympathetically, pointing at the bottle.

Dom nodded numbly, looking at her from red rimmed eyes.

“May I?” she reached out for the bottle and took a mouthful of the liquid. “Huh!” she wrinkled her nose. “Tastes like cat’s piss!”

Dom took the bottle back. “I don’t care,” he replied with his voice hoarse and forced more of the liquid down his throat. “It helps forget…”

Softly she placed a hand on his knee. “Wanna talk about it?”

Dom shook his head, feeling hysterical laughter rise up in his throat. “I can’t…” he finally said. “I’ve forgotten long ago how to speak…”


~*~


Dom let three rubes pass by, not getting up before his bottle was empty. The girl had left long ago, he thought. Didn’t matter anyway… Lazily Dom stretched his legs and slowly got up, the bottle he had placed next to his feet rolling around on the ground. Carefully he placed one foot in front of the other, suddenly stopping when he nearly fell on the railway.

//Perhaps I should…// Dom thought wearily, already leaning slightly forward. Then suddenly the fog cleared. //Fuck… What are you doing?// Dom walked back a few steps as he saw the lights of the tube approach in the tunnel, pressing his fingernails into the palms of his hands as he got into the tube.


~*~


“Wanna buy me a drink?”

Dom looked up from his glass of vodka into a pair of sparkling brown eyes that were glancing down arrogantly at him. “Sure,” Dom motioned for the man to sit down next to him. “Please join me in my self-pity-wallow.”

“Thanks…” the man let himself sink down gracefully on the chair next to Dom, folding his long limbs in the motion and ordered a drink. “Bayleys, please!” He took a sip from the glass, licking the liquid from his full lips as he let his gaze travel all over Dom’s body. “Nice…”

Normally Dom would’ve immediately looked away, but now he was drunk enough to hold the man’s gaze. “What’s your name?” he asked, emptying his glass of vodka.

“I’m Vince,” the man replied. “And you are…”

“Dom,” Dom said.

Vince smiled over the rim of his glass, smiling amusedly. “Really? Is that so?” he smirked. “Too bad I’m no sub then…”

Dom smiled nervously, not knowing what to say and so he simply ordered another drink.

Vince’s smile even broadened. “What’s so bad that you decided to get drunk? Girlfriend left you?”

Dom shook his head. “Never had a girlfriend,” he muttered. “No, I have a crap family, my friend is whining all the time and I made the big mistake to let my teacher fuck me…” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of vodka. “Really nothing special.” Dom glanced at Vince. “And yourself?”

The other man was still grinning, showing white teeth. “I’m just having a good time…” His hands reached out, laying itself over Dom’s that was resting on his knee. “Sounds like you’re in dire need to be cheered up and I think I’m just the right person to do it!” He put something into Dom’s hand before pulling his slender fingers away.

Dom didn’t even have to look, the small foil packet in his hands felt familiar enough. He looked up at Vince.

“Interested?” Vince ran his hands up his thighs, pulling the cloth of his jeans tighter over his crotch, letting Dom see the evidence of his arousal. “You won’t regret it…”

The low growl let the hairs on Dom’s arms stand up and he took his glass with shaking hands and emptied it in one long gulp. //Fuck…// Dom felt dizzy. His reason was screaming “NO!”. He knew that he shouldn’t do it. But on the other hand his alcohol fueled brain was still screaming for the process of forgetting to settle in. What could possibly be better than to be fucked into oblivion? //Say yes, say yes! You know you want him!// Dom took a deep shivering breath, letting the alcohol take over his brain. “Yes,” he said. “Where?”

Vince drew his lips over his bottom lip ever so slowly and smiled seductively. “My bed?”

Dom nodded and got up, proud that his legs didn’t give in despite the amount of alcohol that was currently running through his veins. “What are you waiting for then?”


~*~


Vince was a whirlwind of passion, completely different from Mortensen. Hard where the other man was soft, demanding where Mortensen yielded to Dom’s wishes. Drunkenly they tumbled on Vince’s bed, hungrily devouring each other’s mouths as they ripped their clothes of each other’s body. Too horny to wait they didn’t bother with preparations, Dom eagerly spreading his legs for Vince who was already waiting.

Dom moaned loudly as Vince filled him to the point of pain, letting himself fall into that feeling, accepting it. He wrapped his legs around the other man’s narrow waist, urging him deeper with their pressure, kissing the corner of Vince’s mouth softly.

Vince turned his head slightly, exchanging fevered kisses with Dom.

//Yes…// Dom arched his back in a silent groan as Vince moved inside of him, meeting each of his thrusts. He let his hands glide down the other man’s body till they came to rest on the tight muscles of his ass, demandingly guiding Vince’s movements.

“Harder!” he groaned and Vince obliged, speeding up his movements with a deep sigh. “Yes…” Closing his eyes blissfully, Dom buried his hands in Vince’s hair, pulling him down into an open-mouthed kiss. Hungrily he sucked the other man’s tongue in, moaning into their kiss as skin rubbed against skin.

A wide grin spread on Dom’s lips as suddenly shockwaves of pleasure rippled through his body, breath being knocked out of his body as his muscles suddenly tightened and Dom came with a hoarse cry. Dom’s head lolled back on his pillow, warm honey seeming to spread in his whole body.

Vince’s movements became more erratic as he came inside of Dom, his eyes rolling back in his head till all Dom could see was their whiteness.

Shivering he looked up at the creature above him, so much like a Greek statue with his blind eyes, but surprisingly warm when their lips finally met, their tongues dancing to the heavy beating of their hearts.

“Good…” Vince purred when they separated, his lips swollen from kissing and sat up to light himself a cigarette. A burning red point was flying around in the dim light of the room, then Vince blew the smoke into Dominic’s direction, a grey veil now seeming to separate the two men.

“Feeling cheered up now?” Dom could see through the smoke that Vince was smiling at him.

“A little…” Dom’s eyes were twinkling. He couldn’t resist.

“Only a little?” Vince asked, mock hurt pride showing on his face.

“Well, I’m willing to give you a second chance…” Dom flashed Vince his most brilliant grin. “I mean if you tried really hard…”

Vince’s eyebrows shot up, an amused twinkle showing in his eyes. “Insatiable, aren’t we?” Ever so slowly he extinguished his cigarette, slowly sinking down on the mattress next to Dom. “Make me,” he commanded.

“I will.” Dom let his eyes roam over Vince’s body. “But first I need more to drink…”

Gracefully Vince stood up and walked through the room, giving Dom a magnificent view of his backside.

“Nice…” Dom’s fingers were itching to trace the lines of Vince’s body, to examine the shadows that the dim light was painting on the other man’s skin. He felt his cock twitch when Vince suddenly looked at him, a lustful smile on his full lips as he brought the bottle he had just taken from a shelf to his lips.

Dom stood up and took the bottle from Vince’s hands and drank a long gulp from it. The alcohol was burning nicely in his throat as his gaze locked with Vince’s, a drunken smile spreading on his lips. “Take me,” he growled, his tongue flickering over his upper lip, his eyes never leaving Vince’s. “Do it!” Dom commanded and bent down to kiss his way down the other man’s chest.

//Yes…do it… Fill me, rape me, anything…// Dom moaned hungrily as Vince pulled him into a passionate kiss.

~*~

//Billy…// Dom frowned. What had the penguin told him again? Wasn’t Billy supposed to wait here for him?

Scratching his head Dom braced himself on the wooden North Pole. Ice cold wind was blowing over his body, making Dom feel naked as his clothes weren’t holding back anything. Shivering he wrapped his arms around his upper body to warm himself a little, surprised when he really felt only naked skin.

Dom’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around in the strange room he was in. Where were Billy and the penguin? Alright, Dom scolded himself. He had been dreaming. He drew his knees up to his chest. Where was he and where was his fucking blanket? He was freezing!

Dom winced when he slowly stared to turn around, his muscles stiff from the coldness in the room. Frowning Dom looked at the man lying beside him on the mattress. There was his blanket, but who was this guy again?

//Fuck… Please remind me not to drink myself into oblivion next time!// Asymmetrically cut black strands were hanging into the man’s eyes, lying on his high cheekbones. Dom still couldn’t remember. His head was aching and he couldn’t think clearly.

Carefully as not to wake the other man he tugged at the blanket, but suddenly found himself staring into sleepy brown eyes.

“That’s not fair,” the other man mumbled. “Trying to steal blankets from sleeping men…”

Dom cleared his throat. “Um…you stole my blanket.”

“Really?” the man yawned and lifted the covers. “Com’ere…lemme warm you…”

Slowly Dom moved closer till he was lying ion the other man’s arms.

“You don’t have to leave, do you?” he kissed the nape of Dom’s neck.

Dom closed his eyes. //If I just could remember…//
“What time is it?” he asked.

The other man moved. “Still early… 7:30…”

//Fuck…// Dom froze when suddenly glimpses of the day before filled his mind. //Mortensen…//

“NO!” he groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. He didn’t want to face his teacher after…after… Dom swallowed the sickness that was rising up in his throat. //After he fucked me…//

“What’s wrong?” Vince mumbled while his free hands were busy playing with Dom’s nipples.

Dom sighed as his body reacted to the man’s soft caress. //What was his name again?//

“Vince, I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“No time for another fuck?”

Dom jerked when Vince’s hand suddenly reached out and was now nudging at his entrance. “Look,” he stammered. “I was pretty outta it last night. Normally I wouldn’t… Jesus…” his words turned into a soft moan when Vince’s fingers closed around his erection.

“Wouldn’t what?” Dom could hear the cheeky smile in Vince’s voice.

“Nothing…” Dom breathed, letting himself fall into the feeling of Vince’s hands on his body.