My Immortal 4/5
Title: My Immortal
Author: darkfaery1
Pairing: Monaboyd,
Rating: NC-17 for slash sex, strong violence including torture and execution (past lives).
Summary: Billy and Dom are the best of mates, but strange dreams cause Dom to question the true nature of their relationship. As Dom attempts to prove that these intense 'dreams' are real past life memories, Billy is plagued by nightmares of his own.
Disclaimer: This tale is just for fun, no money has changed hands. It is a complete figment of my imagination.
Author's Notes: The title of this story as well as any quotes used are taken from the haunting ballad, My Immortal by Evanescence.
Links to all chapters can be found here.
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me….
Since Dom didn't have filming that day, he attempted to distract himself with household chores. Twice a month he had a housekeeper come in to do the cleaning, but the woman refused to have anything to do with his reptiles. That was fine with Dom; he used the opportunity to spend some quality time with his leopard geckos. They were gentle creatures, but tended to be aggressive with each other, so his males had to be kept in separate ten-gallon aquariums. And both cages were overdue for a thorough cleaning.
True, it wasn't his favorite activity, but it kept the memories of long times past at bay temporarily. When they did come, more and more frequently now, sometimes they came in confusing flashes, other times they were more coherent, telling the story of Dom's two other lives with Billy. No wonder they had become such fast friends during the filming of Lord of the Rings.
Had the universe conspired to have them cast as Merry and Pippin, throwing them together once again, giving them one more chance at love? As he stood in his kitchen, naked, cleaning out the second aquarium at his kitchen sink, Dom feared they would never have peace until they gave into their feelings, despite the cost. Unfortunately, the universe had also given them so much to lose in this life.
Perhaps the future was the place for them. Homophobia wasn't exactly a thing of the past, but it was getting better. Dom could envision a day when his lover's gender wouldn't matter. Thoughts of a possible future with Billy were suddenly driven away by more memories of the past…
September, 1594…
"Let me sleep, Will." I close my eyes and try to weep, but I have no tears left to shed. "For pity's sake, I'll tell you anything you want to hear, just leave me be for an hour."
Will Mercer remains silent instead of calling for his master so they can hear my confession. It will be all lies, of course. I am no witch, but I will tell them what they want to hear--anything to get some sleep. They are trying to make me mad by keeping me from my bed and forcing me to walk the length of the tollhouse countless times. I am beginning to see things crawling on the dirty stone walls; wee demons laughing at sight of my torment. The only thing that keeps me sane is Will's arm supporting my exhausted frame and the sound of his gentle voice.
"All right, Geoff," Will says finally. "An hour is all I can give you. Master McClellan will be back soon and then you will have to walk again."
I find a few tears to shed in my happiness. Will takes me back to my tiny cell in the tollhouse and lets me lay down on the dirty hay. I curl up like a wee babe, but soon I cry that I cannot sleep. Will sits by my head and starts to stroke my brow, singing a benediction with the voice of an angel.
The Lord bless thee and keep thee
The Lord make His face to shine upon thee
And be gracious unto thee
The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee
And give thee peace…
Billy shook his head to clear it. Gripping the steering wheel, he pushed the accelerator pedal to the floor. He forced his tired eyes wide, but the memories still invaded his waking thoughts…
Geoffrey rolls on his back, one hand lying upon his thigh, the tattered fabric of his kilt is just covering his privates. My heart pounds hard in my chest and I must use all of my power to keep my hands at my sides. A queer longing travels from my belly to my crotch as I feast on his beauty. Despite my inner protestations, I inch my hand forward and lightly touch Geoffrey's thigh. The boy's blue-gray eyes flutter open. "Please Will, help me sleep."
Knowing in my heart what he asks of me, I shake my head. "I-I cannot. It is wicked."
Geoffrey blinks, then smiles up at me weakly. "Kiss me then."
I leaned over him and place a chaste kiss on his brow, but the salty warmth of his skin makes me yearn for more. I feel Geoffrey's hand on my waist pulling me closer. The brief contact is not enough for him either.
My mouth kisses each of his eyelids in turn, then the tip of his nose, drawing a tiny laugh from his lips. I kiss away the tears on his cheeks, then my mouth lingers over his, darting my tongue inside and tasting his sweetness.
As my master had done countless times to me, I reach beneath his kilt and cup the boy's bollocks. Geoffrey moans and spread his thighs. I lie down beside him and rest my head on my other hand. I grasp his cock, but it is slow to respond to my touch. I wonder if it is because I am a lad, then I remember his ardent kiss of several days before.
"I would not let McClellan do this, Will," Geoffrey whispers, "and now he is punishing me for it."
Ashamed, my hand freezes and I withdraw. Geoffrey grabs my wrist. "Please."
I nod and take him in my hand again. I stroke him gently at first, causing Geoff to let out a contented sigh. His eyes meet mine as his hand guides me to a tighter, faster rhythm. What I had been denying since I had met this young man becomes suddenly clear. Our fates had been sealed before we were even born. My heart breaks just as it fills with love for him. If he is to die a witch, I will not leave him. I claim is mouth again with urgent desperation this time, taking his face in my hands. Our tongues wrestle for dominance as I feel Geoffrey's fingers clutching my skin, bruising me. "Take me, Geoffrey," I whisper…
Dom gasped; the sponge he was using to clean the aquarium splashed to the floor. His whole body ached with longing. "My dearest Will," Dom murmured dreamily unable to keep his hand from his cock. "My darling Billy…"
I know not whether I am dreaming or waking or if the madness from lack of sleep has addled my brain, but my lethargy disappears in an instant when I hear Will's pleading words. I manage to sit up and gaze into Will's green eyes, my own no doubt clouded by lust. The longing and sorrow there unnerves me, but causes my cock to grow harder though he has ceased his ministrations.
"Please, Geoffrey," he begs, "while there is still time."
I realize the danger he is exposing himself to on my behalf and I am overcome with love for him. I pull him to me in a tight embrace as if I am trying to make us as one. I lay him down gently and cup his cheek as he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. His countenance is so delicate, but not like any lass I had ever enjoyed. Will Mercer is as comely as an angel and suddenly the thought of loving him seems the only path to heaven.
It is madness, surely.
I lean down and devour his mouth, our tongues intertwine greedily; Will pulls at my hair and wraps his legs around my middle, pulling me on top of him. I would gladly stay there, but I remember that his master will soon return. I love him more than I myself and I will not see him die beside me. I reluctantly pull away from him. Will releases me, but he pulls my shirt loose and runs his soft hands over my chest. I hover over him as I untie his breeches and pull them off roughly. He spreads his legs and lifts his rump for me as I stroke myself fully hard again. I go to enter him, but he stops me and spits in his hand, rubbing his spittle on my shaft and around his hole. With a moan I plunge inside of him.
Will lets out a little cry of pain, but then he grabs my buttocks and pulls me deep inside him. I begin to thrust inside him hard and fast, my hand wraps around his cock seemingly of its own accord. Will throws his arms around my neck as he lifts his head to claim my lips. My thrusts slow briefly as I savor the taste of him. My lips and tongue then feast upon the pale skin of his slender neck.
The sound of the cell door flying open seems a league away as I explode inside of him, then I feel Will's warmth spill over my hand. Master McClellan kicks me hard in my side, until I roll off my lover.
The Witch-finder General lifts his protégé by his starched collar and hits Will so hard across his angelic face that blood begins to pour from his nose and mouth. I move to help him, but I am knocked senseless by a paddle across the back of my head…
Dom wrenched his mind back to the present and collapsed against the sink. He still had his hand around his spent cock, come mixed with dirty aquarium water all over his floor. He let out a laugh, then started to sob. He stumbled backward and sank into a chair at his kitchen table. His heart was firmly broken in two and no amount of fame or wealth could reconcile him to a life with Billy as only a friend.
His mobile rang. He lifted his head, wanting to ignore it, but forced himself to at least see who it was. He glanced at the screen--the caller was Billy. Dom felt a steel band wrap itself around his aching heart as he answered. "Hi Bills."
"Dom, thank God." He let out an anxious sigh. "If I have any more of these fucking visions, you'll need to lock me in a rubber room."
Without needing to ask, Dom knew Billy was referring to disturbing memories of sixteenth-century Scotland. "I don't know about you," Dom said with grim humor, "but I think I like Ian a lot better out of the closet than I do in."
Billy made a strangle noise into the phone that almost sounded like a sob.
"I have to see you, Bills," Dom whispered. "I'm catching the next plane to Glasgow."
"No," Billy said sharply. "I'm coming to Hawaii. I've got to get the hell out of here. I'm on my way to the airport now."
Dom breathed a sigh of relief. "Ring me from the plane, eh?"
"I love you, Dom," Billy said as he had a hundred times before.
Dom's heart contracted agonizingly. A platonic hug, a playful kiss on the cheek would be all he could hope for, but it would never be enough. "I love you too, Bills. See you soon."
~*~
To be continued…
Author: darkfaery1
Pairing: Monaboyd,
Rating: NC-17 for slash sex, strong violence including torture and execution (past lives).
Summary: Billy and Dom are the best of mates, but strange dreams cause Dom to question the true nature of their relationship. As Dom attempts to prove that these intense 'dreams' are real past life memories, Billy is plagued by nightmares of his own.
Disclaimer: This tale is just for fun, no money has changed hands. It is a complete figment of my imagination.
Author's Notes: The title of this story as well as any quotes used are taken from the haunting ballad, My Immortal by Evanescence.
Links to all chapters can be found here.
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me….
Since Dom didn't have filming that day, he attempted to distract himself with household chores. Twice a month he had a housekeeper come in to do the cleaning, but the woman refused to have anything to do with his reptiles. That was fine with Dom; he used the opportunity to spend some quality time with his leopard geckos. They were gentle creatures, but tended to be aggressive with each other, so his males had to be kept in separate ten-gallon aquariums. And both cages were overdue for a thorough cleaning.
True, it wasn't his favorite activity, but it kept the memories of long times past at bay temporarily. When they did come, more and more frequently now, sometimes they came in confusing flashes, other times they were more coherent, telling the story of Dom's two other lives with Billy. No wonder they had become such fast friends during the filming of Lord of the Rings.
Had the universe conspired to have them cast as Merry and Pippin, throwing them together once again, giving them one more chance at love? As he stood in his kitchen, naked, cleaning out the second aquarium at his kitchen sink, Dom feared they would never have peace until they gave into their feelings, despite the cost. Unfortunately, the universe had also given them so much to lose in this life.
Perhaps the future was the place for them. Homophobia wasn't exactly a thing of the past, but it was getting better. Dom could envision a day when his lover's gender wouldn't matter. Thoughts of a possible future with Billy were suddenly driven away by more memories of the past…
September, 1594…
"Let me sleep, Will." I close my eyes and try to weep, but I have no tears left to shed. "For pity's sake, I'll tell you anything you want to hear, just leave me be for an hour."
Will Mercer remains silent instead of calling for his master so they can hear my confession. It will be all lies, of course. I am no witch, but I will tell them what they want to hear--anything to get some sleep. They are trying to make me mad by keeping me from my bed and forcing me to walk the length of the tollhouse countless times. I am beginning to see things crawling on the dirty stone walls; wee demons laughing at sight of my torment. The only thing that keeps me sane is Will's arm supporting my exhausted frame and the sound of his gentle voice.
"All right, Geoff," Will says finally. "An hour is all I can give you. Master McClellan will be back soon and then you will have to walk again."
I find a few tears to shed in my happiness. Will takes me back to my tiny cell in the tollhouse and lets me lay down on the dirty hay. I curl up like a wee babe, but soon I cry that I cannot sleep. Will sits by my head and starts to stroke my brow, singing a benediction with the voice of an angel.
The Lord bless thee and keep thee
The Lord make His face to shine upon thee
And be gracious unto thee
The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee
And give thee peace…
Billy shook his head to clear it. Gripping the steering wheel, he pushed the accelerator pedal to the floor. He forced his tired eyes wide, but the memories still invaded his waking thoughts…
Geoffrey rolls on his back, one hand lying upon his thigh, the tattered fabric of his kilt is just covering his privates. My heart pounds hard in my chest and I must use all of my power to keep my hands at my sides. A queer longing travels from my belly to my crotch as I feast on his beauty. Despite my inner protestations, I inch my hand forward and lightly touch Geoffrey's thigh. The boy's blue-gray eyes flutter open. "Please Will, help me sleep."
Knowing in my heart what he asks of me, I shake my head. "I-I cannot. It is wicked."
Geoffrey blinks, then smiles up at me weakly. "Kiss me then."
I leaned over him and place a chaste kiss on his brow, but the salty warmth of his skin makes me yearn for more. I feel Geoffrey's hand on my waist pulling me closer. The brief contact is not enough for him either.
My mouth kisses each of his eyelids in turn, then the tip of his nose, drawing a tiny laugh from his lips. I kiss away the tears on his cheeks, then my mouth lingers over his, darting my tongue inside and tasting his sweetness.
As my master had done countless times to me, I reach beneath his kilt and cup the boy's bollocks. Geoffrey moans and spread his thighs. I lie down beside him and rest my head on my other hand. I grasp his cock, but it is slow to respond to my touch. I wonder if it is because I am a lad, then I remember his ardent kiss of several days before.
"I would not let McClellan do this, Will," Geoffrey whispers, "and now he is punishing me for it."
Ashamed, my hand freezes and I withdraw. Geoffrey grabs my wrist. "Please."
I nod and take him in my hand again. I stroke him gently at first, causing Geoff to let out a contented sigh. His eyes meet mine as his hand guides me to a tighter, faster rhythm. What I had been denying since I had met this young man becomes suddenly clear. Our fates had been sealed before we were even born. My heart breaks just as it fills with love for him. If he is to die a witch, I will not leave him. I claim is mouth again with urgent desperation this time, taking his face in my hands. Our tongues wrestle for dominance as I feel Geoffrey's fingers clutching my skin, bruising me. "Take me, Geoffrey," I whisper…
Dom gasped; the sponge he was using to clean the aquarium splashed to the floor. His whole body ached with longing. "My dearest Will," Dom murmured dreamily unable to keep his hand from his cock. "My darling Billy…"
I know not whether I am dreaming or waking or if the madness from lack of sleep has addled my brain, but my lethargy disappears in an instant when I hear Will's pleading words. I manage to sit up and gaze into Will's green eyes, my own no doubt clouded by lust. The longing and sorrow there unnerves me, but causes my cock to grow harder though he has ceased his ministrations.
"Please, Geoffrey," he begs, "while there is still time."
I realize the danger he is exposing himself to on my behalf and I am overcome with love for him. I pull him to me in a tight embrace as if I am trying to make us as one. I lay him down gently and cup his cheek as he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. His countenance is so delicate, but not like any lass I had ever enjoyed. Will Mercer is as comely as an angel and suddenly the thought of loving him seems the only path to heaven.
It is madness, surely.
I lean down and devour his mouth, our tongues intertwine greedily; Will pulls at my hair and wraps his legs around my middle, pulling me on top of him. I would gladly stay there, but I remember that his master will soon return. I love him more than I myself and I will not see him die beside me. I reluctantly pull away from him. Will releases me, but he pulls my shirt loose and runs his soft hands over my chest. I hover over him as I untie his breeches and pull them off roughly. He spreads his legs and lifts his rump for me as I stroke myself fully hard again. I go to enter him, but he stops me and spits in his hand, rubbing his spittle on my shaft and around his hole. With a moan I plunge inside of him.
Will lets out a little cry of pain, but then he grabs my buttocks and pulls me deep inside him. I begin to thrust inside him hard and fast, my hand wraps around his cock seemingly of its own accord. Will throws his arms around my neck as he lifts his head to claim my lips. My thrusts slow briefly as I savor the taste of him. My lips and tongue then feast upon the pale skin of his slender neck.
The sound of the cell door flying open seems a league away as I explode inside of him, then I feel Will's warmth spill over my hand. Master McClellan kicks me hard in my side, until I roll off my lover.
The Witch-finder General lifts his protégé by his starched collar and hits Will so hard across his angelic face that blood begins to pour from his nose and mouth. I move to help him, but I am knocked senseless by a paddle across the back of my head…
Dom wrenched his mind back to the present and collapsed against the sink. He still had his hand around his spent cock, come mixed with dirty aquarium water all over his floor. He let out a laugh, then started to sob. He stumbled backward and sank into a chair at his kitchen table. His heart was firmly broken in two and no amount of fame or wealth could reconcile him to a life with Billy as only a friend.
His mobile rang. He lifted his head, wanting to ignore it, but forced himself to at least see who it was. He glanced at the screen--the caller was Billy. Dom felt a steel band wrap itself around his aching heart as he answered. "Hi Bills."
"Dom, thank God." He let out an anxious sigh. "If I have any more of these fucking visions, you'll need to lock me in a rubber room."
Without needing to ask, Dom knew Billy was referring to disturbing memories of sixteenth-century Scotland. "I don't know about you," Dom said with grim humor, "but I think I like Ian a lot better out of the closet than I do in."
Billy made a strangle noise into the phone that almost sounded like a sob.
"I have to see you, Bills," Dom whispered. "I'm catching the next plane to Glasgow."
"No," Billy said sharply. "I'm coming to Hawaii. I've got to get the hell out of here. I'm on my way to the airport now."
Dom breathed a sigh of relief. "Ring me from the plane, eh?"
"I love you, Dom," Billy said as he had a hundred times before.
Dom's heart contracted agonizingly. A platonic hug, a playful kiss on the cheek would be all he could hope for, but it would never be enough. "I love you too, Bills. See you soon."
~*~
To be continued…