"Forget About What I Said", Davyn/Dominic
FORGET ABOUT WHAT I SAID DID
Title: Forget About What I Said
Author:
thepiss_artist
Pairing: Davyn Bishop Jr. and Dominic Bishop
Rating: PG-13. Because. BOIZE.
Warnings: You do not know these people. XD They are from an RP Site. Also: Two boys. Cousins. The end.
Summary: No summary. You do not need to read this. This will not make sense to you. I just felt the need to post it ~*somewhere*~
A/N: Don't ask me where the hell I pulled this from. Nyaha. It won't make sense, but you know you can always not read it. :3 ...Oh, and if you *do* read it, read it with a British accent; it's fun that way, I assure you.
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Davyn hadn't known what to do. Honest.
It was out of …necessity? No, instinct. Desperation. Never necessity. He hadn't even had time to think. It had all happened too fast, far too fast. There were no “splitting seconds of thought”, no “moments of re-thinking”, no “wait, what if I do this” kind of thing. It was just there. Before he even knew it, it happened, and there was no other way around it.
He obviously hadn't liked it or anything, that would be stupid; saying or even thinking that would make everything completely awkward -- and everything was already awkward to begin with. It was his fault, this, he had to admit. He couldn’t even have thought of a better plan. A better way to get rid of that small, single distraction. Something that didn’t seem too random, too out of the blue -- too taboo -- to be used.
But somehow, and he didn't even know why he was considering this, a small part of his mind had… sort of… wanted to do that. Maybe as a practical joke or maybe as something else; he couldn't be too sure. And, you know, even if it was meant as a practical joke, it definitely didn’t turn out the way he expected it to turn out.
It was different. Very different. He felt different. It just… wasn't right.
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"Er… Help me, would you?"
Dominic hadn't been talking to Davyn at that time. Neither was Davyn talking to him. The two were only at the same place at the same time -- at the wrong time; the two were at the courtyard. Davyn was the first to reach out and speak to his cousin, but it wasn’t for some heart-to-heart, let's-be-friends-nonsense talk. He needed help, and he needed it fast.
Fiona Tallis was headed their way. A lot of people, including Davyn, knew her -- but he didn’t like her. Dominic, on the other hand, didn't know her, and he obviously, most certainly, didn't care for her. To Davyn, the lady posed a threat, but to Dominic, she meant nothing. She was as harmless as a mouse to him, and there was no way in all of Scotland that he'd be helping his most despicable rival out. Absolutely no way. This part was obvious.
But Davyn had to try.
Fiona Tallis was a Slytherin, and Slytherins were vicious -- everyone knew that. Davyn had always been wary of engaging in affairs with any of them. The only Slytherins he'd ever had anything with were Stellar Brooke and Eden Donnelly. While Stellar Brooke was nicer than most in the snake house, Eden was just as bad as any of them, and his on-and-off relationship with her was what made him cautious when it came to Slytherins -- especially Slytherins of the female variety.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been cautious enough. He had made the mistake of having sex with this Fiona Tallis the other night, and, since she was the only one he never actually spoke to once again after a one night stand, Fiona was after him, and it didn't look like she was giving up any time soon. Seeing her face now made him regret ever sleeping with her.
"Are you talking to me?"
Davyn resisted the urge to slap his forehead. Oh, so he finally talks. Before that point, nasty old Colin Dominic had been sitting on one of the courtyard benches, thinking about life or some other ridiculous nonsense he could contemplate on.
"Well, of course; who does it look like I'm talking to, pea-brain?" Davyn told him, his voice low and urgent, his eyes quickly darting from Fiona to his cousin. Impossibly enough, his heart seemed to be going at a five-hundred-beat-per-minute rate.
Fiona hadn't seen him until that moment, and the second Davyn saw her dark eyes widening, he knew she was onto him. She was quickening her pace, and Davyn began feeling more and more trapped. It would honestly help if Dominic here would at least take the time to forget about their supposedly mutual indifference toward one another for a moment and lend his younger cousin a hand. This was a matter of life and death, and if he didn't do anything soon, Fiona would be quick to give Davyn the latter.
The Gryffindor couldn't very well walk away now; it would be far too obvious because Fiona was frighteningly close now, and she would only probably chase him away or hex him before he got the chance to get away. But if he was with someone else, if he was not without back-up, then Fiona would not draw her wand immediately. And because Dominic was the only one around at present, Davyn, though a little unwilling, would simply have to make do with him. He needed that back-up.
And currently, that back-up was staring at him as if he'd gone mad somehow.
"Could you stop that, please?" Davyn quickly muttered under his breath. He was referring to the way his cousin stared at him; one eyebrow up, mouth twisted in a short, wry line. That was nothing new, of course, as Dominic usually stared at him that way, but there was not to be any time for that sort of nonsense right now.
Dominic shook his head and turned to walk away. "You aren't dragging me into any of your messes, Arthur," he answered in a low "I-Mean-Business" kind of voice. This irritated Davyn because he honestly had no idea where Dominic had pulled that out from. Davyn had never dragged Dominic into any of his messes before. Neither of them had ever been *this* close to one another for him to even think of such a thing.
And he even had the nerve to call Davyn by his first name.
Fiona was getting closer and closer by the minute, though. So was Davyn's death, but Davyn's death and Fiona were the same thing, so to speak. The girl's fists were all balled up, and she was angry; and Davyn, too, felt rather frustrated and angry --frustrated and angry at Dominic, who, on the other hand, simply chose to ignore this and proceeded to stalk off.
And that was, of course, when it happened.
Life really did have the tendency to fuck you up during the direst of situations, didn't it?
"Oh, no you're not, you nasty, stuck up twit…" Before Dominic could take a step further, Davyn reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. The Ravenclaw looked irritably at the clenched hand that gripped at his and tried his best to yank it away, but before that could happen, before anything else -- like thought and sense and logic, perhaps? -- could happen, something else did.
With his hand encircled tightly around Dominic's wrist, Davyn spun him around and rammed his mouth right against the other boy's. He shut his eyes tight, squeezed Dominic's wrist, and, with his unoccupied arm, held his cousin's trembling body very closely against his own. Davyn didn't think as he pushed his mouth harder against Dominic's. He didn't think as he pried his lips open. Not even when he stuck his tongue inside and began swirling it inside the hollow space that was his cousin's mouth.
Dominic didn't move.
He didn't push Davyn away, didn't pull him any closer, didn't return the snog. He merely stood there, eyes wide open, hands clammy, body stiff and immobile. He didn't even seem to be staring at Davyn; his eyes were staring at something far away. Very, very far away.
Davyn, on the other hand, fingers still not letting go of Dominic's wrist, was just about to bring his other hand up to his cousin's head when he… When he realized what he was doing.
And when he finally did, the boy's eyes snapped open. He unglued his mouth from the other, let go of his wrist, and jumped back, his face red and hot. He gulped and stared at Dominic, who stared back. Neither seemed able enough to fathom what had just occurred. Dominic thought Davyn did, but in truth, Davyn himself did not. What had gotten into him? What had made him do that? And why that, of all things? Was he really that desperate?
Davyn opened his mouth, all the while trying to find the words that could somehow explain what had just occurred, but he couldn't. As soon as his mouth opened, he closed it again.
"Oh, God..."
Both boys immediately turned away when they heard that voice. Davyn knew the person who owned it, and that person was Fiona. He opened his mouth again as he turned to face the girl, who seemed to have stopped in her tracks the moment that … catastrophic… event had occurred. Her face was twisted in disgusted amazement, and when Davyn caught her eye, her hazel pupils seemed to glint in some way. He couldn't tell what emotion that was, but her mouth was twisted in a funny, wrong sort of shape, and he was sure it wasn't mere shock. In fact, it was so wrong and funny that even Davyn couldn't bring himself to assume what sort of thoughts she had swirling in her head at that very moment.
The boy swallowed again, and waved.
Seeing that, Fiona, mouth still open, shook her head, and walked away. She would look back from time to time, and her face still carried that very same expression, that expression of disgusted amazement -- or amazed disgust, whichever you prefer.
Davyn's eyebrows were knitted together at the edges, forming lines on his forehead. At least it got Fiona to go, right?
Wrong. There was no "at least" here. It was just… wrong. It wasn't right. It was ridiculously uncalled for and bizarre and… and… somehow… Davyn shook his head. He spun around to face his cousin once more, but as soon as he did, his face began feeling hot and sweaty all over again. He opened and closed his hands, and whenever he closed them, his fingers would dig deep into his wet palms -- and as if that wasn't bad enough, Davyn didn’t know why. He didn't even give his eyes enough time to take in what Dominic looked like at the moment, for they rolled downwards almost immediately. The boy pretended to amuse himself with the grass peeking out of the cement.
When Dominic didn't say anything, Davyn gathered up all his courage, even if all he had to do was look at the boy.
Dominic was staring at him, and he had a certain… expression on his face. Davyn didn't understand what it meant, but it made him curious -- and a little nervous. The Ravenclaw didn't look angry or anything, but that in itself was probably what scared Davyn most of all. Dominic's eyes were weird and glazed over, and the way he stared at Davyn… The way he stared… Well, you couldn't really call it fondness or whatever, and not even a faint hint of a smile was present anywhere along his features, but [and the Gryffindor had no idea why he was even thinking this] it sort of, well, *looked* like that.
Or perhaps that was just him. …Yeah, maybe it was just him. Hopefully.
All the same, Davyn took the plunge.
"Why're you looking at me like that?"
Dominic's face changed rather quickly. He didn't shake his head or "snap out" of whatever it was he was in earlier on, but he did look very annoyed all of a sudden.
"Like what?" Irritable voice. This was normal. Unfortunately, the whole situation was not.
"Don't… Don't tell me you liked that." Davyn couldn't stop himself. He had to keep himself from slapping his face all over again. …But he had to know. It was stupid to even entertain those sorts of thoughts, and it wouldn't have made any sense anyway, but he just had to know.
Dominic, though, looked very offended. He already had been a little earlier on, but now, he just looked really, really, really offended. His eyebrows looked like they were just about ready to meet any minute soon, and his forehead was just as creased as Davyn's had been earlier on. Davyn's mouth opened, but no words came out; he wanted to take the question back, but somehow, it just seemed weak and lame -- a stupid last-resort attempt. Really, really feeble.
Damn, he never should have done that.
Damn.
Why did he even do that?
Damn.
"Liked that?" Dominic said all of a sudden. His voice was whiny and strange and not like him at all. He sounded like he really did take that much offense from Davyn's question. "What in the world makes you think I might've liked that?" Davyn was just about to say that he didn't know and that Dominic could just forget what he said, but before he could even open his mouth, his Ravenclaw cousin had turned away and proceeded to walk off. It didn't look right, the way he walked. Davyn thought there was something amiss.
"What do you think of me?" Dominic called out in addition before Davyn could even catch up.
… Actually, scratch that last part. Davyn didn't feel very much like catching up now. In fact, he too, felt rather annoyed. Annoyed at his cousin for not being able to take a joke, annoyed at himself because he had to ask that question, annoyed at Fiona because of her irritating need to get back at him and chase him around whenever and wherever, annoyed at his cousin again for being absolutely vague, for having that weird, dazed look on his face after that… that kiss. And, of course, he was very annoyed, once again, at himself -- at himself for not having cooked up a better plan. For not being independent enough that he had to use his own cousin to save him [even if it did sort of work], for having kissed his cousin, for Merlin's sake, and, most of all, for having, somehow, for some strange, twisted and currently unknown reason… liked it. He liked it.
S-sort of…
As Davyn stood there, immensely frustrated with the whole world, arms crossed, eyes glaring daggers at Dominic's retreating back, he had absolutely no idea how much he looked like his own cousin.
He called out to him.
"Yeah?
…Well, your mouth tasted awful!"
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