Amsterdam.

Amsterdam, spring 2006.

Billy looked into the dressing-mirror that was standing on the ground of his hotel-room. The morning-sun did cast a yellow glow on hirvourvous face, as if to ease his worries. But Billy was too busy fidgeting his bow tie to notice.

“Bludy, gleekit, feckin' tie! Ah canny gie it reit!”
It was funny, he had tied a tie só many times before, why did he have so many troubles getting it right today? His cheeks flushed with frustration and he gave up. Probably the smartest thing wa wai wait for Orlando to arrive helphelp him out. At least his kilt and sporran didn’t give him any trouble, if that was any consolation at all.

Angry, he stomped his foot one time to relieve his mood, shrieking a sound to underline his crankiness. Not a good way to start any day, let alone thís day. Maybe mus music would be nice. He turned on the stereo.

“Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body ”

Billy started to laugh out loud.

“In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes ”

Tension fell from his face and eyes were lighting up. Still laughing, he flicked his head back towards the sky, kissed his fingers and blew a kiss, whispering: “Thank you.”

There was a knock on the door and walked over to answer it. He opened the door and welcomed the hairdresser in. One of the benefits of a five star hotel…
“Goe-de-morrr-u-gn”, Billy proudly pronounced.
The hairdresser, whose nametag said “Annette”, professionally suppressed her urge to laugh, but her glistening eyes gave her away anyway. “Goedenmorgen, sir. Ready for your hairdo?” she informed giddy.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, Annette.” He added: “Guess my Dutch isn’t yet as good as I thought, is it?”
She tried to resume to her usual five-star-tone; “You’re doing just fine, sir.”
He cheerfully shook his head and said: “Please call me Billy and drop the act, luv. I’m nervous enough as it is.”

****

Just when Annette was finishing up Billy’s hair, they heard a soft knocking on the door. Billy called to come in and when the door opened, he saw Orlando entering the room, wearing a casual outfit; jeans, a T-shirt and some run-down sneakers.
Billy instantly felt his stress surfacing again. “Orlándo! What the fúck are you still doing in those clothes? We have to leave in less then half an hour!!!”
Orlando gave a devilish grin. “Oh, about … Ye… Yesterday I asked the reception to wake you an hour prior to the time you requested. Also, I took the liberty to put your watch one hour ahead when I was here last night putting your sorry, tipsy ass to bed.”
Billy’s jaw was dropping in disbelieve. Annette was in stitches.
“It was surprisingly easy, come to think of it…”
“You mean, it’s only half past ten?”
“Yep.”
“Bastard!”
“Always glad to be of service.”
“Better help me getting my bow tie on, you wanker!”

****

Another knock on the door by Orlando, in his White Tie this time. “You ready, Billy?”
Billy nodded. “Maybe I should have called room-service for a Glen. I’m bloody nervous!”
Orlando smacked his shoulder and told him that it would be all right. “I’m sure Dom is telling Elijah exactly the same as we speak.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s just… you know… he’s got his parents… and I…” He stopped speaking, avoiding Orlando’s gaze, his stomach knotting up.
Orlando pulled him close. “I catch your drift… You wish they’d be here… I know… I know…” y huy hugged for a while until Billy let go. “Thanks Orlando, it’s a nice feeling when you don’t have to say everything but nevertheless be understood anyway.”
His friend put an arm around him. “Hey… that’s what I’m here foHis His tone of voice changed from serious to cheerful. “Come on, we’ve got to be going now. Otherwise Dom might think you’ve chickened out!”
Billy laughed out loud. “Never!”

****

Orlando and Billy entered a big suite called the “Mirror room”. It was packed with family and lots of friends. But most importantly, Dominic was there. He was still engaged in a conversation with his mom, when Billy walked up to him. Dom somehow sensed that Billy was approaching, cause he peeked over his shoulder and smiled.
Billy’s heart almost stopped when he saw how breathtaking Dom looked; he wore a White Tie including pocket-watch and silk top hat. But Dom wouldn’t be Dom if he hadn’t paid a visit to the nailsalon, his polish matching the colour of his suit. Billy grinned when he noticed the modest amount of kohl that was on Dom’s eyes.
They walked up to each other and held each other tight, kissing passionately. Dom pulled his head back and whispered something into Billy’s ear. Billy was blushing from head till toe.
“Naughty boy! Now I can’t think about anything else all day long…”
“Exactly what I hoped for, my dear...”
“You’re evil, Dom!”
Dom grinned from ear to ear. “I love you too, Billy.”

****

If it had been up to them, they would have held the ceremony at the beach of Bloemendaal, but Dutch law prohibited them to marry there, so they had settled for the next best thing; City Hall of Amsterdam. Of course they hadn’t managed to keep their marriage a secret and as a result to that there were a lot of paparazzi and fangirls on the Herengracht. Good thing they had hired excellent security, so their guests could get safely in and out of City Hall.
Dom and Billy scooted off to the bathroom, so they could freshen up and focus on what was to come.
“You nervous?”
“I was this morning, actually.”
“Why, love?”
Billy paused a few seconds. “When I was little, I never really thought about marriage, but still, in the back of my mind I always envisioned my parents being there. You know?” His eyes glistened a bit.
“Och Billy.” Dom stroked Billy’s hair and gave him a couple of kisses on his cheek. “I know I can’t fix that, but I promise that it’s going to be one of the best days of your life. Ánd nights”, he added with a cheeky smile.
Billy laughed relieved. “Dom, stop it. If you keep it up I’ll be id tid to step into bed tonight.”
Dom kissed him and slipped his tongue in Billy’s mouth. His hand was moving under the black kilt until Billy smacked it.
“Not nów! I’m not wearing any underwear and the ceremony is about to start! You horny devil, you!”
Dom tried to look as innocent as possible.
The door flung open and Eh sth stuck his head around the corner. “It’s showtime!”

****

“Billy and Dominic both agree at a conscious level that the purpose of their relationship is to create an opportunity, not an obligation. An opportunity for growth, for full self expression, for lifting their lives to their highest potential, for healing every false thought or small idea they ever had about themself, and for the ultimate reunion with God through the communion of their two souls. Billy and Dominic understand that they are mirrors for each other and this relationship is an incredible opportunity for soul growth.

Now, Billy would you like to pledge your weddingvows?”

Billy looked at Dom. “Dom, I take you to be my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honour you.
I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully and respect you through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come, I will always be there.
As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep for eternity. I take you, my beloved and my best friend, through all of our lives together.
I give you this ring, which is bound to my heart. Wear it always, as a symbol of my love.”

Trembling just a little, he put a white-golden ring on Dom’s finger.

“Dominic, would you like to do the same?”

“Billy, as we embrace the triumphs and tragedies of our life together, I will celebrate your success and weep for your troubles.
Defending you from harm and nurture your wounds.
I will be vigilant of your happiness and combat your boredom.
Labouring you your dreams and promote your aspirations; for from this day forth they are mine as well, for the rest of our lives.
I promise to love you without reservation, honour and respect you and stay with you for as long as we both shall live. Come, travel with me, and share the road both when it is hard and when it easy.”

He rummaged through his pocket and took out Frodo’s ring. “Oops, sorry, you can’t have my precioussss…” The crowd roared with laughter. “But this one, you cán have. Wear it with love and joy and as a reminder of our love.”
He put the right ring on Billy’s finger.

“Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan, you have given your consent and have declared your marriage in front of these assembled witnesses. By virtue of the authority vested in me by the city of Amsterdam, I now proclaim that you are spouses for life. Please seal this union with a kiss.”

They looked in each others eyes and smiled. They kissed and the witnessesppedpped and cheered and Elijah away wiped a tear.

****

Dom smiled cheeky while he put the “do not disturb”-sign on the doorhandle and closed the door.

****

“Wanna listen to some music?”
“That’s fine; just don’t turn the sound up too much… I don’t think the neighbours will appreciate it and neither will my head.”
“Got a headache?”
“Aye, it’s my own bloody fault. Drank a wee bit too much.”
“You dosay…say…” Dom rolled his eyes and turned on the radio. The soft voice of the night-DJ was floating through the air. “Dit is "Cry to me" op radio Veronica."
“Heyyy! Be nice to me; we’re married now.”

“When your baby leaves you all alone
and nobody calls you on the phone”

Dom pulled Billy close in his arms and their noses touched. “Oh, don’t worry; I’ll be NICE to you alright!” He hiked up the back of the kilt and grabbed Billy’s ass, while sticking his tongue into Billy’s mouth.

“Ah, don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?”

Billy managed to escape the Frenchkissing and said: “Oh Dommie, you’re súch a romantic.” Now it was his turn to roll with his eyes.

“Well here I am a honey
Oh, come on you cry to me”

“Oh, so you want rómance now?” He lowered the kilt again. “No bumpin’ and grindin’?” He began to whisper in a deep voice. “No gettin’ down and dirty?”

“When you're all alone in your lonely room
and there's nothing, but the smell of her perfume”

Dom put his hands on Billy’s back and pushed his hips on Billy’s. Then, he started to move to the music.

“Ah don't you feel like crying
Don't you feel like crying?”

Billy’s hips responded and he put his arms around Dom.

”Ah don't you feel like crying?
Come on, come on, cry to me”

“Don’t think I’ve ever did some dirty dancing before…”
Dom giggled. “I just lóve that movie.”

“Well nothing could be sadder
than a glass of wine, alone”

“Me too. Although I think you’ve seen ten times more then I have.”
“Yeah, well, just add it to my list of curiosities.”

“Loneliness, loneliness, such a waste of time
Oh-oh yeah”

“You mean that list that has the length of roll of wallpaper?”
Dom pretended to be offended. “Little minx!”
Billy giggled soft.

“You don't ever have to walk alone, oh you see
Oh come on, take my hand and baby won't you walk with me?
Oh-oh ya”

“But I love every one of those habits.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”

“When you're waiting for a voice to come
in the night but there is no one”

“Tell me what you like about me.”
“Oh, you already know.”
“Just tell me again, then.”

“Ah don't you feel like crying? Cry to me
Don't you feel like crying? Cry to me”

“If you insist.”
Dom nodded. “I do.”
“I like how you write on your hands. I like you silliness. How you make people laugh.”

“Ah don't you feel like a-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry, cry-cry-cry-cry-crying?”

“I like your sweetness, your passion. The way you won’t conform to other people.”

“Ah don't you feel like a-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry-cry, cry-cry-cry-cry-crying?”

“And I like your bum.”
“Cheeky, cheeky.”
Billy started to laugh so hard, that he let himself fall on the ground.
“Oh come one, it wasn’t thát funny!” Dom sat down next to Billy.
“Yes it was!” Billy exploded with laughter.
“You’re just hammered.” Dom bowed his head and gave him a long kiss.

Billy put his hand on the back of Dom’s head and started to stroke him, while Dom’s hands once again trailed off beneath the kilt. No protest this time. Dom cupped Billy’s balls very soft and massaged them with care. He got rewarded with the slow rising of Billy’s cock and the deep muffled noises of his voice.

Dom interrupted his kiss and got Billy’s back up. He carefully took of his jacket and put it next to him on the ground. He continued unclothing Billy until his torso was bare.

Billy took Dom’s chin in his hand and gave him a fierce kiss. He started to disrobe Dominic. Off went his fancy clothes, on the pile that was getting bigger with the second. They started to take off their shoes and socks. Faster and faster their movement became, in a rush to become starkers.

Billy got behind Dom and unzipped him. His hand went straight down Dom’s boxers and started to stroke Dom’s cock. Dom flicked his head backwards and closed his eyes. The tip of Billy’s tongue came out, demonstrating his efforts to get Dom aroused. It didn’t take much to sex him up and Dom began hastily pulled his pants and boxers down. With the speed of a predator, he turned around and helped Billy get up.

They kissed filled with lust and played with each others tongues. Suddenly, Dom pushed Billy hard against the wall.
“Do you know how hot that kilt looks on you?”
“I’m guessing you think its verrrry sexy?” Billy joked.
“You got that right,” said Dom, attacking Billy again with his mouth.

Billy guided Dom to the king-size bed and pushed him on. He slowly lowered his kilt and threw it in a corner. He walked over to the bed and kneeled down, while taking Dom’s feet in his hands. He started to massage the soles for a few minutes, much to Dom’s content.

“Oooh, nice. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome love.” Billy continued massaging Dom’s feet until he had had enough. His hands moved up Dom’s legs to his hips and stopped there. He let go, stood up and jumped on the bed, missing Dom but an inch.
“Arghh mate, stop it. You’re not in the bloody World Wrestling Federation, you know!”
“You’re funny.” Billy stroked Dom’s nose, descending to the cupidbow to land on the rose-coloured lips. They opened and sucked Billy’s index finger in. His eyes widened with surprise, evoluting into lust. Dom looked at him with the eyes of an innocent, Catholic schoolgirl. Well, the version of a Catholic schoolgirl in a type of movie that people hide way back in their cupboards to make sure their mother in law doesn’t get to see it, anyway. Dom’s eyes inspired Billy to gently move his finger back and forth and he got rewarded for his boldness, because Dom lustfully played along.

Billy couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to jump Dom’s bones and shag him senseless. He staggered on his knees to get off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“Hurry, Billy!”
He rummaged through his toiletcase until he found what he was looking for and turned on his heels. His green eyes observed his young, naked sex-god lying on the place where they would spend their first night together as an official pair. The muscles that resembled the David made Billy want to make a photograph. His sense told him not to, not if he wanted to avoid a Pamela or Paris-esque episode. The vultures of the press would have a fieldday if they ever would get their hands on any material of that nature. He couldn’t afford to take the risk, not even if he would use a Polaroid-camera. So he refrained and stored the image where the press couldn’t get their dirty little hands on it.

“Guess what I found…” he singsonged while swaying a string of condoms and lube in the air.
Dom grinned like a little boy that just had got his allowance and that was on his way to his favourite candy-store.
Billy crawled on the bed like a tiger to his prey.
The DJ announced “Sexual healing”. “Exactly my idea”, Billy said, his voice suddenly husky. He opened the lube and put some on his finger. Dom yelped a little bit when he felt the cold gel inside his body, but Billy pretended not to notice. Dom’s hand trailed off to Billy’s crotch and started moving until the flesh was stiffened enough to his liking. He stopped and got a condom out of its package and gently put it between his lips. Then he ducked and fitted it around the hard cock in front of him with such an ease that would have made an average lady of the night jealous.

Billy was giggling. “Where on éarth did you pick that trick up?”
“I’ve been around…”
“Hmph!”
“You just envy me!”
“Whatever!”
“Just shut up and fuck me. Nów.”
Billy mockingly stuck out his tongue. “Aye captain!” He roughly turned Dom on his belly and pulled Dom’s hips back. Gently, he pressed his cock into Dom, making sure that he didn’t hurt his lover. When he felt the resistance fade, he slowly moved back and forth, turning his face into a mixture of lust and love.
They both began to breathe deeper and deeper, falling into a spiral where thoughts and words were absolete. Sucked in, more and more exploring their own universe, amazed by the colours that were flashing in front of their eyes.

Sounds of gasps and moans filled their ears; arousing them even more, making them never ever want to end the salacity of the moment, at the same time yearning for a mind-shattering climax. Billy’s thrusts began to move to the rhythm of another steamy song.

“Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love”

If Billy could have formed any coherent thoughts, he surely would have asked if Dom had bribed the DJ. But his mind was busy enough as it was. He started to pick up the pace, no longer in control of his wish to linger as long as possible.

Deep and dark growls came from Dom’s cords, inspiring Billy to move even faster. His head was tilting backwards and a few sweatdrops from his forehead trailed down aside his mouth, which was wide open. Dom was pushed over the edge and Billy soon followed; his back arching and eyes tightly shut as he came. He shuddered and let himself fall on Dom’s hot, sweaty back.

They lay still for a while, until Billy had to withdraw. He opened his eyes, fell beside Dom and kissed him tender in his neck. Then he got to the part he loathed; the cleaning up. His movements were swift and experienced.

Dom let out a content sigh; his eyes still closed as he whispered: “Can you turn the light off?"
“Aye, but do you want to listen to the radio some more?”
“I’ve set it; it will shut off soon.”
“Ah.”
Billy lazily rolled over and pressed the switch. The room was invaded with the silver blue shining of the full moon that shone in.

“Do you remember that tarot-lady we met a few years ago on the beach?”
“At Bloemendaal, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I do. What about her?”
“She was right, you know.”
“Help me recall what she said again…”
“About me becoming very happy.”
Dom softly chuckled. “This is just the beginning, love; you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Billy snuggled up to his very own David. Outside, there was a lone drunk singing some sappy song that echoed over the canals.
“Amsterdam; ye huv tae loove it.”