Fic: Winner Takes All
Fic: Winner Takes All
Fandom: The Fast and the Furious
Characters: Cast from movie verse
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heavy language and some hints of non-consensual actions. Also sex. Duh.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I make no profit from these works of fiction.
Summary: Runs during the time line of the film. Deals with Brian's inner monologue, mainly, and the complicated situation with Dom.
"Dom. That first night..."
Brian woke, thoughts of Dom invading the corners of his mind. He'd dreamt that Dom had been on a truck. The details were slipping away faster than he could remember them. Brian jumped as a text chimed through. "Come to the shop." It was from Mia. He fell back onto the scratchy sheets, trying and failing to remember more of the unsettling dream. He palmed himself through his boxers as he thought about Dom.
The first time Dom had touched him, a knee crushing his balls, hands grabbing painfully at his hair and arms, he'd still been captivated. Brian couldn't help feel there was something sick about that. That night seemed like someone else's life, Dom's actions had other intentions now. Brian thought about Dom's lips on his, the way he ran strong hands along his lighter arms.
He glanced to his phone, realizing he needed to get going. He jumped in the shower and stumbled into clothing. The Supra was nearly finished, and he hoped to drive it today. Another text message beeped through as he opened the door of his truck. "Shop, now. Move your ass blondie." Brian smiled at Dom's message. He sped off, his palms itching with sense memory of Dom's scalp and back.
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"Took you long enough." Dom was walking out of the open bay as Brian closed his door.
"Yeah, Yeah." Brian smiled as Dom grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quick embrace, patting him on the back.
"You ready?" Dom walked at his side into the garage. Brian froze as he looked at the Supra. He was grabbing for the keys as they opened the doors. The road opened before them as Brian's hair seemed to loose control. Dom smiled at him. They rode away from the suburbs and onto the highway before Brian spoke.
"Dom. That first night," Dom's smile was gone. He grabbed the handle and shifted in the seat. "Did you..." Brian faltered.
"What Bri?" Dom sighed. "She drives nice." He was looking straight ahead. Brian looked back to the road, shifting and accelerating as he changed lanes to pass a Chevy.
"Fuck. Nevermind." The car was silent. The engine sounded beautiful though, perfect and simple.
Dom rubbed his legs with his wide palms. They stopped at a light next to a Ferrari, and Brian couldn't help but play with matches. Some peon businessman and his trophy girlfriend. They looked a ridiculous picture of LA domesticity. Brian thought about the picture he and Dom made.
"Nice car. What's the retail on one of those?" Dom looked up and over as Brian spoke.
"More than you can afford, pal. Ferrari." He revved the engine. Brian didn't look away, and neither did Dom. He saw Dom move, turn to him.
"Smoke 'em." Brian stared, their eyes locked, speaking volumes. The light changed and Brian didn't think. Dom grabbed above him as Brian darted into oncoming traffic, and Brian felt eyes after he won, shifting in the seat next to him.
"She does drive nice." Dom shook his head in response, his hands coming to rest on the center console and window.
"You're a different kind of driver Brian." Brian took in Dom's face, serious but not scrutinizing, and cocked an eyebrow. "I'll tell you this, I never felt the way I do when you're behind the wheel." Dom was staring at him, and all he could do was stare back, eyes barely flicking to the road.
"I won, Dom. You knew I would. Against that asshole? What's the problem?" Brian shifted his hands on the wheel, the wind making his hair light and quick around his face.
"Fear, Bri. I feel real fear when you drive, because its not a 10 second race, and it never will be." Brian couldn't respond. After everything Dom had said to him, done to him, this left him speechless in a way nothing else had.
Fandom: The Fast and the Furious
Characters: Cast from movie verse
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heavy language and some hints of non-consensual actions. Also sex. Duh.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I make no profit from these works of fiction.
Summary: Runs during the time line of the film. Deals with Brian's inner monologue, mainly, and the complicated situation with Dom.
"Dom. That first night..."
Brian woke, thoughts of Dom invading the corners of his mind. He'd dreamt that Dom had been on a truck. The details were slipping away faster than he could remember them. Brian jumped as a text chimed through. "Come to the shop." It was from Mia. He fell back onto the scratchy sheets, trying and failing to remember more of the unsettling dream. He palmed himself through his boxers as he thought about Dom.
The first time Dom had touched him, a knee crushing his balls, hands grabbing painfully at his hair and arms, he'd still been captivated. Brian couldn't help feel there was something sick about that. That night seemed like someone else's life, Dom's actions had other intentions now. Brian thought about Dom's lips on his, the way he ran strong hands along his lighter arms.
He glanced to his phone, realizing he needed to get going. He jumped in the shower and stumbled into clothing. The Supra was nearly finished, and he hoped to drive it today. Another text message beeped through as he opened the door of his truck. "Shop, now. Move your ass blondie." Brian smiled at Dom's message. He sped off, his palms itching with sense memory of Dom's scalp and back.
*********
"Took you long enough." Dom was walking out of the open bay as Brian closed his door.
"Yeah, Yeah." Brian smiled as Dom grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quick embrace, patting him on the back.
"You ready?" Dom walked at his side into the garage. Brian froze as he looked at the Supra. He was grabbing for the keys as they opened the doors. The road opened before them as Brian's hair seemed to loose control. Dom smiled at him. They rode away from the suburbs and onto the highway before Brian spoke.
"Dom. That first night," Dom's smile was gone. He grabbed the handle and shifted in the seat. "Did you..." Brian faltered.
"What Bri?" Dom sighed. "She drives nice." He was looking straight ahead. Brian looked back to the road, shifting and accelerating as he changed lanes to pass a Chevy.
"Fuck. Nevermind." The car was silent. The engine sounded beautiful though, perfect and simple.
Dom rubbed his legs with his wide palms. They stopped at a light next to a Ferrari, and Brian couldn't help but play with matches. Some peon businessman and his trophy girlfriend. They looked a ridiculous picture of LA domesticity. Brian thought about the picture he and Dom made.
"Nice car. What's the retail on one of those?" Dom looked up and over as Brian spoke.
"More than you can afford, pal. Ferrari." He revved the engine. Brian didn't look away, and neither did Dom. He saw Dom move, turn to him.
"Smoke 'em." Brian stared, their eyes locked, speaking volumes. The light changed and Brian didn't think. Dom grabbed above him as Brian darted into oncoming traffic, and Brian felt eyes after he won, shifting in the seat next to him.
"She does drive nice." Dom shook his head in response, his hands coming to rest on the center console and window.
"You're a different kind of driver Brian." Brian took in Dom's face, serious but not scrutinizing, and cocked an eyebrow. "I'll tell you this, I never felt the way I do when you're behind the wheel." Dom was staring at him, and all he could do was stare back, eyes barely flicking to the road.
"I won, Dom. You knew I would. Against that asshole? What's the problem?" Brian shifted his hands on the wheel, the wind making his hair light and quick around his face.
"Fear, Bri. I feel real fear when you drive, because its not a 10 second race, and it never will be." Brian couldn't respond. After everything Dom had said to him, done to him, this left him speechless in a way nothing else had.