The One Who Likes It

The Internet was a bad thing and would be his demise. A while back one of the girls on his site had posted a link (yes, he knows what a link is dammit) to some of that fanfic, that smut. Curiosity had gotten the best of him, of course, and he read one that turned into four that turned into fourteen and so on. They were becoming fodder for his own fantasies, letting him live vicariously through them.

Then on the other hand there were the pictures, the manipulations. And though he knew on some level he should be offended, the sight of Dom’s restrained naked form under his did anything but offend him. Even the regular press pictures the squealing girls put out in masses could leave his mouth dry and balls aching.

The Internet would be his demise.


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“When did you get a laptop, Boyd?” Dom asked musingly, fingering the chromed top of the machinery on the counter.

“Ahh, a while back. Two months? I figured, why not keep up with the technological age?" Billy yelled from down the hall as he turned off the heater.

“Does it have Internet capability?” Dom called back.

“Of course, ya daft wanker, why the fuck else would I have it?” Billy chuckled as he came back into the kitchen.

“What’s in this folder marked ‘X’?” Dom asked his finger skimming over the mouse pad.

“What?” Billy said exasperated, looking over Dom’s shoulder to see. He had the screen flipped open and was about to scroll through his file, his only file; the file that kept him company during the night in empty hotel rooms or his own empty bedroom. “It’s documents and script shite. Now turn it off before you kill what little battery I have left.”

“Sure it’s not porn…” Dom said, finger moving to click.

Not the kind you’d want to read.

“Positive.” Billy grinned snapping the top shut all but on Dom’s fingers.

“Touchy.”

“Fuck off.”

“Aw. Poor wittle Billy doesn’t want Dommie looking at his porn. Why? Is it gay porn, Bills? Don’t want little old me to see your stash of gay porn?” Dom berated in a babyish tone.

“Of curse, not. That’s under my bed--- or was it my sock drawer?” Billy pondered thoughtfully.

“You’re no fun.” Dom whined.

“Nope. None at all. Wanna watch the latest Jenna Jameson video?”

Dom grinned wickedly. “That’s the spirit, Bill! Share the pornographic love! You get the DVD set and I’ll get the beer… Did I ever tell you about the night Lighe and I hung out with her? Wow, now that was entertainment!”


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“I could sit and listen to her moan all night.” Dom mumbled staring at the TV screen.

“You could listen to anything moan.”

“True. But listen to that, Bills. That… thing that builds up in the back of her throat, it’s like this mixture of a purr and a whimper and a plea… how can you not love that?” Dom stretched out, leaning in towards Billy, eyes fixed on the brunette being fucked loudly on the screen.

“Aye, it is a lovely bit to the ears.”

“When’s the last time you heard that? Heard it coming from someone underneath you or even from yourself? Huh, Bill? When was the last time you let yourself indulged like that?”

“Oh God, Dom, a very long time. But you know how it is. How I am. I just…”

“Yeah. Some day, huh?”

“Some day. More beer?” Billy asked getting up and stretching.

“Mmm. Well, I’m only at eight so yeah, more beer. I love this imported stuff you get; gets me drunker quicker. That, and it tastes better.” Dom grinned lopsidedly up at him.

“That would make for that little… thing just now, then?” Billy asked gesturing toward the couch with his empty beer bottle.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to see you get some someday. Relieve some of that tension? You can‘t be celibate forever, you know. I know you got hurt and all, but sometimes you just have to move on.”

“Ah, right.” Billy mumbled. “Beer then.”


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Billy watched Dom sleep. Watched the flutter of his lips as he snored lightly in his drunkenness.

When was the last time he heard someone under him like that?

What he wouldn’t give to have that someone be Dom. But he couldn’t; he wouldn’t. Dom wasn’t like him. She wasn’t, and made sure to point out what a sick fuck he was. He couldn’t take the look that would pass across Dom’s face, the questions he would ask; the questions everyone always asked.

Why? Why would you do that to yourself? What possible pleasure could you find in hurting yourself like that? What pleasure is there in pain? Look at your body, Bill. You need help.

He couldn’t take hearing that from Dom. Not Dom. He needs to keep him the way he is; pure; untainted. He needed his friendship to keep him sane.


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“Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck.” He twisted the clothes pin digging into his nipple and bit his lip. The pain felt so good, was such a contradiction, his hips were rising off the bed fucking his tight lube slicked hand.

Do you know what it feels like to be inside a man, Bill? The Dom inside his head was asking. Inside me? It’s like fire, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. I want you inside me, Billy. I want you to make me scream. Do you think you can do that, Bill? Do you think you can make me scream?

“Uhn, I can make you scream. I can make you beg.” he was panting to his imagination under his breath, his response slipping between ground teeth.

Have you ever seen these, Bill? They’re used for temporary piercing. You bunch up a tiny bit of the skin and stick it through… Wanna see? No real blood, shame that. But it’s an adrenaline rush if you do a few, especially around the nipples… makes them all sensitive. One lick, one pull, and I’m ready to fucking cum all over you. Wanna do it for me, Bill?

Everything in his mind faded away as his thighs tightened and began to tremble. His nails were digging into the flesh around the clothes pin sending another stabbing ache down through his stomach. His fist was working fast, he felt like he was burning from the outside in.

Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me until I’m raw.

The sound of Dom’s moans rang through his head. And when the vision of him pinned naked and restrained beneath him flashed through his mind, he came, yanking the pin in an ungodly angle and the sound of the clinking of the chains as Dom pulled at the restraints reverberated through his skull.

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When he walked through his bathroom door the last thing he expected to see was Dom fondling one of his clothes pins, night stand drawer hanging open. He mentally slapped himself before he opened his mouth to speak. “Watcha doin’, Dom?” he asked casually, toweling his wet hair.

“Ah, Bills!” Dom turned to him with a bright grin. “I was looking for aspirin while you were in the shower and came across your little sex drawer here. Quite interesting. No porn. Why no porn?” Dom said looking up at him quizzically, all big shiny grey eyes.

“…”

“Never mind the porn for now,” Dom cut in hopping around on the bed. “What I really wanna know is what you use these for…” he then held up both pins, one clipped onto his left index finger.

Billy swallowed. How to answer that?

“If I said I had them to plug my nose to block out your stench, would you believe me?”

“Hardly!” Dom laughed. “I think…” he said as he rose from the bed and strode over to where Billy was standing. “You use them to do this,” the pin was then no longer mashing Dom’s finger but Billy’s left nipple.

Billy hissed before he could stop himself. Shoulda put a fucking shirt on before I came in here.

“I would’ve done it over the shirt, Billy Boy. Are you feeling okay?” Dom asked, knocking the pin back and forth with his knuckle. “You look a bit flushed.”

“Bastard.” Billy bit between gritted teeth. Move you wanker! Do something. Don't just stand here like an idiot. Dom really had no idea what he was doing.

Dom smiled up at him wickedly. “You’re the one who likes it.”

Billy swatted his hand away finally, when he felt more than just his nipple getting hard, and removed the clothes pin from his sore bud. “And the point here was… Dominic?”

“No point really, just curious.” Dom said with a grin as he plopped back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head smugly. He snagged one of Billy’s wrists when he walked over to drop the pin back in the drawer and pulled him down on the bed by him.

“You know, Bill, I have a secret,” he whispered looking up at Billy through his eyelashes. “You wanna see?”

“Do I wanna see, Dom?” Billy asked skeptically.

“Mmmhmmm.” Dom murmured with a nod.

“Alright you little whore, get on with it then, let us see.” Billy chuckled.

Dom gave him a quick glance before lifting up his shirt.

Billy’s mouth fell to his chest and his fingers went out instinctively to touch. Dom had both nipples pierced. “When did you get that done, Dominic?” he asked running a finger around one silver ring, Dom arched into his touch and his finger froze before falling away.

“It’s only been a little over a month; they’re still a bit overly sensitive.” Dom answered while looking down at his own nipples.

“Aye. I see that.” Billy swallowed.

“So what do you think?” Dom asked with a renewed cheeky grin after he cleared his throat.

“Nice. But why’d you do it?”

“Hmmmm. Cause I like how it feels? Cause that quick stabbing of the needle felt fucking fantastic? Or maybe cause they look pretty…”

Billy was up and rummaging through his dresser looking for a shirt by ’maybe’. “So what are your plans for the day, Dom? I know I have some errands…”

“What? Was that too close for comfort Bill?” Dom snapped cutting Billy off. “Too much information? TMI? as Elijah would say.”

“Huh? No, I just thought…” Thought I couldn’t hear about you liking it. He turned to face him. “Are you mad at me?” Billy asked bewildered at Dom’s tone.

“Why no porn in the drawer, Bill?” Dom answered instead.

“I… it’s…” Dom still looked angry, it was making Billy stumble; confused.

“Is it because it’s all on that new fucking laptop of yours? The laptop you won’t even let me fucking look at? What are you hiding, Boyd!” Dom yelled getting off the bed and stalking out of the bedroom.

“Dom! Dom, where are you going? What the fuck is this all about? Why do you even care about my fucking porn?” Billy yelled back following Dom out of the room. “Besides we just watched Jenna last night and you know where all my videos are…”

“But that’s not your real porn is it? That’s not what gets you off…” Dom snarled as he entered the kitchen and grabbed the laptop.

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” Billy demanded coming up behind him. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled and yanked Dom backwards by the shoulders when he saw the screen loading.

Dom pulled free and turned back to the screen. “I want to know.”

“The fuck you do!” Billy growled making a grab for the laptop. Dom pushed him aside with his shoulder.

“I’m gonna see whether you like it or not.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“No.” He snaked his arm under Dom’s and yanked out the power pack, fuck if it screws up his computer.

“Bastard! Give that back!” Dom barked.

“No. You have no right…” He said backing into the living room as Dom moved toward him.

“Give. It. Back.” Dom demanded solid steel eyes boring into him.

“No.” Dom made a grab for it. “I said no, Dom. Now let it drop.”

Dom’s shoulder hit him square in the chest, knocking him to the ground, his knuckles connecting with his jaw before he had a chance to register his own arse hitting the carpet.

He knocked Dom’s right leg out from under him and rolled on top of him, pinning him down. “What the fuck is your problem? That fucking hurt, Dom!”

“What’s my fucking problem? What’s my fucking problem!” Dom laughed maniacally.

Billy slapped him; so hard it made his hand burn painfully. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Dom used all his weight to buck Billy over and roll back over on top of him again. “You’re a fucking twat, you know that? And a blind one at that.”

“What are you…?”

“All I wanted to do today was break some ice, open a few doors; but you can’t have that can you? You can’t have intimacy. Can’t let anyone fucking in. Can’t even let yourself have what you want.

“So what if I force you to have what you want? Because I know that you want me Billy. Deny it all you want, but I know you do. And since you won’t take what you want I’m gonna make you take it.” He bit down on Billy’s shoulder until he broke skin. “I’m gonna make you beg.”

“Get the fuck off me, Dom! Now!” Billy roared up at him, eyes flaring with rage.

“No.” Licking at his neck, Dom used his one hand that wasn’t pinning Billy’s wrists to help his knees spread Bill's vise-like thighs apart until he could settle between them.

“I said let me up, you fucking cunt!” He managed to land a nice bite to Dom’s cheek bone.

Dom chuckled in a way that Billy could only describe as sadistically. “No.”

“Fuck you, Dom.” He tried to thrash him off only to have him pin him down with his hips and have Dom’s fingers wrap warmly around his neck.

“No, fuck you, Billy.” Dom grunted as he ground his hips down into Billy’s, smashing their erections together painfully.

Billy tilted his head back and breathed, “Don’t.” Dom tightened his grasp around his neck in response; tightened until Billy was turning red then held it.

He thrusted into Billy slowly, “You look good that way, Bill… struggling, my hand around your throat, my mark bringing out your blood…” He released Billy’s neck, letting him gulp air as he licked at the coagulating blood on his shoulder.

“Dom, please… stop this.” Billy pleaded.

“Why? You don’t like it?” he growled, again biting Billy’s jugular.

“No, I don’t like it.” Billy answered, chest heaving.

“Liar.” Reaching between them he grabbed hold of Billy’s cock. “Little Pip says other wise.”

“Dom…” Billy begged.

“Shut up, Billy.” Dom commanded.

“Dom…”

“Shut. Up. Bill.” Dom spat, gripping his cock like a vice. Billy sobbed in protest.

“Now, we can do this the easy way,” he said loosening his grip, “or the hard way,” he tightened it back up. “Will you be a good little boy if I let go of your wrists?”

Billy nodded.

“Good.”

Tears were beginning to creep out the corner of Billy's eyes as Dom worked now with both hands to undo his fly and zip before moving to undo his own. When Dom looked back up at him, finished with his task, looked him right in the eyes, all Billy could think was: Feral. Everything about him was animalistic and predatory, from his wolfish grin to his hard hungry eyes; he looked like he wanted to tear the flesh from Billy’s body. It made him shiver, made his hips rise up into Dom’s.

“You can’t do this to me.” Billy sobbed lightly.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut it?” Dom snarled, biting at a rib none too gently.

“You can’t do this to me, Dom. I can’t take it. I can’t… I won’t…”

“Can’t what, Bill? Can’t take being fucked raw like you need it?” He pulled Bills pants down past his hips and half way down his thighs, bringing his foot up to pull them off Billy the rest of the way. “Should I even bother with the condom and little packet of lube I stole out of your little drawer of fun?”

“Dom…” Billy cried.

“I know what you like, Billy. I know what you want, even if you won’t admit it. I’ve seen your body. I’ve seen the scars. I know how it feels. I’ve been watching, waiting. Waiting for you to give me the chance to run my tongue over each one… But the chance never came, did it? You wouldn’t let it, didn’t look hard enough. Haven’t you seen me? Seen who I am? Fuck, Bill. This one here,” he said running the pad of his thumb over Billy’s hipbone. “How hot did you have to make the lighter before you pressed it to your skin? Did it make you cry? Did it make you hard? Make you cum?”

“Dom,” Billy moaned, but the moan was short lived. “Either you fuck me now and you fuck me hard or you’ll be getting real personal with some scars of your own. Are we clear?” Jade eyes were burning through Dom’s. His reserve had finally broken.

“Billy Boyd has finally come out to play, has he?” Dom snarked patronizingly.

“Fuck you, you cunt.” He ran his hands up under Dom’s T-shit, looped his index fingers through the rigs and tugged.

“Billy, shit.” Dom grunted, falling forward a bit.

“Fuck me, now.” He demanded, adding a harsh twist to his pull.

“Alright, fuck,” Dom panted. “Just let me get the condom and flavored shit out of my pock… oh god, do that again.” Billy arched his hips up and rubbed his dick against Dom’s as his knuckles pressed into Dom's nipples, circling.

“Not so in control now, are you?”

“Let go so I can put this thing on, will you?” Dom bitched.

“No. You’ll just have to figure out a way around it. Hope it doesn’t hurt too much.” Billy grinned wickedly.

“Bastard… uhn… fucking wanker…” Every flex of his muscle had a domino effect as he rolled the condom on, rising up off the floor as if he was about to do a push up. Each roll meant agonizing, blissful pain shooting through his pecs that Billy had stretched to their limit.

“Don’t forget the little packet of lube. Dry fucking would really be no fun right now. I may like the sight of blood, but not coming out my own arse.” Billy said watching Dom’s every movement.

“Yes, Sir!” Dom obliged applying the lube to his cock.

“Damn right…”

“Bill?” Dom said, looking into his face.

“What?” Billy replied in kind.

“Nothing.” He lifted Billy's ass and pressed inside with the same motion, just wanting to catch Billy off guard.

“Jesus fucking Mary! Fuck. More.” Billy panted, his head falling back, arms going slack.

“You have a filthy mouth you know that?” Dom said pushing his way as deep inside Billy as he could go, until there was no more of him to push in-- except his balls and Bill’s thighs around his arse seemed to want those too.

“Yes and you bloody well fucking like it. If you fucking move I’ll tell you every curse word I know, English, Gaelic, fucking Japanese…” He was gagged silent by Dom’s fingers hooking their way into his open mouth and yanking his jaw down.

“How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up? I may like your filthy mouth but right now all I want to hear out of it is incoherent moans and slurred curse words while I fuck you until it fucking hurts and you’re begging me to let you cum, yeah? You cum before I’m ready for it and the way your jaw felt earlier will be nothing, you get me?”

“Yeah, Dom… fuckohgoddamnitfuck… I get you.” Billy groanedmoanedpurred as Dom began to move his hips slowly.

Dom just stared at Billy’s mouth as he moaned, as he cursed, his hips moving of their own accord to his body’s needs. Billy had beads of sweat lacing his upper lip and Dom’s mouth watered to taste it.

He leaned forward, “Fucking filtrum,” he cursed swiping at the path with the tip of his tongue bringing the beads of salt away with him when he lifted his head.

“Whaaa?”

“You have a beautiful fucking filtrum. I could lick it all day.” He murmured eyes fixed on it. “Do you know how hard it is to watch you talk some days?”

“Dom…”

“No. Talking.” He hooked his right arm under Billy’s left knee, disentangling it from around his waist, pushing it up and out. He moved his hip to the side and thrusted up hard. Billy shouted. Perfect.

“You’re a noisy little bugger aren’t you? I mean aren’t men usually quiet… groany?” Dom chuckled pleased.

“Fuck off. Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had sex? Let alone with a man. And didn’t you say something about me indulging myself last night?” Billy groaned out between gritted teeth.

“Indulge all you want. It was just an observation. As a matter of fact, I do know how long,” he said angling up again to hit Billy’s prostate. “And by how fucking…fucking… FUCK… fucking tight you are I’d say it’s been a very long time since you’ve been fucked. But then you’re so compact it would make sense for that to be too.”

Billy would have glared at him if his eyes weren’t busy rolling in the back of his head. They popped very open though when a stinging hard slap landed between his arse and thigh that Dom held up.

“Wha the fuck was tha for?” Billy blurted out shocked.

“You spoke.” Dom grinned wolfishly, landing another open palmed smack to the crease of his arse.

“That fucking hurts you bastard.” And then there it was again, a little higher and to the right. It burned. It stung. It fucking hurt… God did it feel good. His hips were rising up to meet Dom’s, back arching off the carpet, and he couldn’t help himself from saying random things that weren’t curses and moans.

His whole body was burning with red hand prints, from calves to collar bone, before his vocal cords failed him and he was left with incoherent moans and murmurings.

“Perfect. Fucking Perfect. I wonder how long they will last.” Dom said running fingers along Billy’s chest.

“Mrpf.” Was his response as Billy pulled him by the neck to his mouth so he could suck on his tongue. He needed to suck on something… needed to occupy that void in his mouth. “Cum.”

“You wanna cum?” Dom asked pulling his tongue away.

“Mrpf.” Billy replied latching his mouth onto Dom’s neck, sucking, biting and licking.

“Yeah, I guess it’s about that time isn’t it?” Dom cooed, thrusting in deeply and Billy sucked in too, taking in Dom’s skin. Dom raked his fingers slowly up Billy’s cock, once, twice…

“Don’t tease. Cum.” Billy begged against his neck.

But Dom didn’t increase the pace or the pressure so Billy bit him, hard; fingers finding their way to a nipple to pinch at the same moment. Dom jerked forward, hand tightening around Billy’s dick, and groaned.

“Cum.” Billy demanded.

“Cum.” Dom conceded.

When Billy came, teeth breaking through Dom’s skin and nails clawing at his nipples, Dom was the one wailing. Dom was the one begging.

Billy licked and sucked at the blood slowly being pulled from him and Dom swore it felt like Billy was milking out every last drop of cum from his body with that mouth, with that bloody suction cup.

When he was through sobbing, through shaking, he pulled back from Billy.

Billy looked at him, jade eyes glazed, licking quickly at the remains of Dom from his reddened lips. He just stared at Dom for long moments in which Dom stared back amazed.

“Well.”

“Quite.”

“So can I see your porn now?”

“Doesn’t measure up. In fact, I think I’ll erase it all and just keep you.”