Monaboyd Ficlet
Title: Malice
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: PG-13 for language
Prompt: psych_30 #3: Addiction, philosophy_20 #19: Caught in the form of limitation.
Word Count: 339
Warnings: Angst, mention of slash
Disclaimer: Can you even own people? I don't think so.
Summary: Dom doesn't say the right things in Glasgow.
Dom stood in the doorway with a look of malice and satisfaction in his eyes, oddly contrasting the peaceful Scottish countryside.
“…and the best part is hearing you beg for it like a little girl.”
Billy scoffed bitterly. This was certainly the fastest they had ever gotten into a fight. “You keep talking about ‘it’ like ‘it’s’ still happening, Dominic.”
“‘It’ will always be happening, Bills, because you’re such a whore for my touch you can’t control yourself.” He was flying blindly, looking for any kind of touch. A punch or something, he didn’t care.
Billy’s fiery eyes died like an old light bulb. He turned tail and proceeded into his own foyer. Dom took it as an invitation for entry, kicking off his trainers like he owned the place.
“Come on, you arse. Say something about how you begged and moaned, slut. I know you’re not just gonna let me speak the truth while you just stand there.” Dom trundled forward, so absolutely infuriated that he was getting no response that he didn’t even think about the words as they passed through his lips and hit Billy’s back like shockwaves.
The words singed Billy even deeper than the ones previous. Not taking his eyes off the floor, he said, voice cracking: “When I saw you standing in my doorway, my heart leapt into my throat. I knew that it didn’t matter how long we’d been apart or that we’d been rowing. I knew you were here, that you came so far, to tell me that you loved me, or you needed me, or maybe you just wanted one last ride.
“But that’s not why you’re here. You came here to hurt me. And you did.” Billy was leaning with his hands on the chair, still staring at the ground, still standing away from Dom.
“I don’t see why we have to talk about it anymore.”
He walked through the room to the bedroom, never turning to look at Dom. He choked:
“I’ll have dinner for you at seven.”
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Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
Rating: PG-13 for language
Prompt: psych_30 #3: Addiction, philosophy_20 #19: Caught in the form of limitation.
Word Count: 339
Warnings: Angst, mention of slash
Disclaimer: Can you even own people? I don't think so.
Summary: Dom doesn't say the right things in Glasgow.
Dom stood in the doorway with a look of malice and satisfaction in his eyes, oddly contrasting the peaceful Scottish countryside.
“…and the best part is hearing you beg for it like a little girl.”
Billy scoffed bitterly. This was certainly the fastest they had ever gotten into a fight. “You keep talking about ‘it’ like ‘it’s’ still happening, Dominic.”
“‘It’ will always be happening, Bills, because you’re such a whore for my touch you can’t control yourself.” He was flying blindly, looking for any kind of touch. A punch or something, he didn’t care.
Billy’s fiery eyes died like an old light bulb. He turned tail and proceeded into his own foyer. Dom took it as an invitation for entry, kicking off his trainers like he owned the place.
“Come on, you arse. Say something about how you begged and moaned, slut. I know you’re not just gonna let me speak the truth while you just stand there.” Dom trundled forward, so absolutely infuriated that he was getting no response that he didn’t even think about the words as they passed through his lips and hit Billy’s back like shockwaves.
The words singed Billy even deeper than the ones previous. Not taking his eyes off the floor, he said, voice cracking: “When I saw you standing in my doorway, my heart leapt into my throat. I knew that it didn’t matter how long we’d been apart or that we’d been rowing. I knew you were here, that you came so far, to tell me that you loved me, or you needed me, or maybe you just wanted one last ride.
“But that’s not why you’re here. You came here to hurt me. And you did.” Billy was leaning with his hands on the chair, still staring at the ground, still standing away from Dom.
“I don’t see why we have to talk about it anymore.”
He walked through the room to the bedroom, never turning to look at Dom. He choked:
“I’ll have dinner for you at seven.”
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