FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(17/23)
Title: Lost Without You (17/23)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, R for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1715
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Pulling himself out from under Billy’s outstretched arm, he slid across the wide expanse of his king sized bed and rolled to his feet. He stood for a moment watching Billy sleeping soundly in the bed he already thought of as their own. It had been a good idea to bring Billy back to his own home where there were no memories of Dominic overshadowing them, no ghost in their bed.
At the renewed pounding from his front door, Orlando yawned widely and scratched his fingers through his tousled curls. Grabbing his discarded jeans from where they had landed the night before he cast his gaze over his sleeping lover before he moved quickly out of the room and pulled the door closed with a soft click behind him.
Stepping into his jeans, he walked quickly down the hall and stairs stumbling at the bottom, his toes catching on the frayed denim tangling around his feet.
“Keep your pants on.” He muttered as a new barrage of renewed knocking started.
His hand was on the door knob before he looked up at the video monitor beside the door. “Dammit.” He mumbled. “What the hell do you want?”
Orlando cast a furtive glance up the stairs wondering if the knocking would wake Billy if he were to just ignore it. Eventually he gave in and drew a deep cleansing breath as he swung the door open.
“Dominic.” He stated curtly.
“ ‘Lando.” Dom greeted him warmly ignoring the icy edge to Orlando’s tone.
“What do you want?” Orlando asked ignoring Dom’s outstretched hand.
“We used to be friends ‘Lando, I’ve come to see what I can do to fix what has happened to us.” Dominic stepped past Orlando and into the house.
“Come in.” Orlando spoke sarcastically, his skin crawling at Dom’s derivation of his name. “We’ve never really been friends.”
“Yes we have,” Dom frowned. “all four of us we were mates.” Dom shrugged watching Orlando closely.
“That must have been before you became the cast slut and screwed Billy over every chance you got.” Orlando growled following his unwanted guest into his living room.
“It was never really like that, Orlando.” Dom shook his head, spiky blond locks fell artfully over his forehead as he did.
“Astonish me?” Orlando spoke. “Prove to me that I’m wrong.” He folded his arms across his bare chest, as he leaned against the door frame.
“I never, ever slept with anybody else while I was ‘with’ him.” Dom replied.
“So you’re telling me you’ve never cheated on him, not once in ten years.” Orlando growled. “Even when you’ve prowled and slutted your way over at least three countries.”
“Never. Whenever I’ve had other partners we’ve been on a break.” Dom replied swiftly.
“And let me guess, you tell him when you’re ‘on a break’ right?” Orlando asked shrewdly.
“Maybe.” Dom shrugged moving forwards to stand close enough to Orlando to encroach on his personal space. “That’s not important.”
“So when you get bored with someone who’ll do absolutely anything for you, you just flick him aside for a fuck buddy and when you’ve had enough you tell him he’s been punished enough and take him back.”
“You make it sound so callous.” Dom breathed pressing a hand against Orlando’s bare chest, his fingertips caressing the golden skin.
Orlando stepped back instantly, his eyes wide and incredulous, his hands thrown up in a gesture of self preservation. “What the fuck?” he cursed. “Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me.”
“Don’t be like that ‘Lando.” Dom purred stepping closer. “You know you want me. What was that kiss?”
“Firstly, you fucking parasitic prick. My name is Orlando. Not Lando and certainly not Flower or Elfboy. Not from you. Not ever. Second, the only thing I want from you is distance and absence. I don’t want you. You make me sick.” Orlando stepped back, his eyes dark with anger, his hands trembling as they curled into tight fists at his side.
“You don’t mean that.” Dominic advanced again, brushing the backs of his fingers from Orlando’s sternum to the waistband of his jeans. “You know we’d be good together. People would love to see us together. You know they would.”
“So you won’t come out for Billy, but you’ll gladly advertise it for me is that it? Should I be flattered? Because I’m not. Is this because you have some sick fantasy in your mind that I kissed YOU because I can’t live without fucking you or is it because you want the fucking publicity that would come with being with me? Because either way you’re out of luck. Listen to yourself. You sanctimonious asshole. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower. How dare you do that to him?”
“I don’t care about him. I want to know what you want. We could be good together. Jesus our fans would go absolutely crazy.” Dominic replied moving forward to stand toe to toe with Orlando, he let his fingers trail down to cup his crotch and squeeze gently. “You know you want me.”
Slapping Dominic’s hand away, Orlando backed up, his heels hitting the wall behind him as he tried to distance himself. “Look at yourself, Monaghan. Until today you were a homophobic publicity hungry asshole and now you’ve sunk to a new low even for you.”
“Low?” Dominic grinned as he pressed his hands against the wall on either side of Orlando’s torso. “You don’t rate yourself very highly do you.”
“Not nearly as highly as you rate yourself apparently.” Orlando grimaced as Dominic’s breath ghosted across his skin.
“You should, you’re really quite hot. I’ve always thought so.” Dom leaned in his breath caressing Orlando’s skin warmly as he leaned up to press his lips to Orlando’s shoulder.
“Should I feel reassured? Seriously…” he pressed his hands against Dominic’s shoulders and pushed him backwards. “Sloppy seconds aren’t my style.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” Dominic murmured as he resumed his position in front of Orlando.
“If you’re saying what I think you are.” Orlando growled his patience finally worn out. “I’d step very, very carefully you smug bastard. Fuck knows why, but he loves you.”
“Loves overrated, Orlando. You should know that. You’re the Hollywood star. You know that. He’ll always run home. He’ll never be what we are.”
“Explain to me exactly what ‘we’ are?” Orlando spoke smoothly, struggling to keep his anger in check, “Because from where I’m standing two people couldn’t be any more different than ‘we’ are.”
“We’re meant to be stars you and I. He’ll always just be that Scottish guy from Rings. He couldn’t even be arsed to seek out the publicity you and I crave. If he’s not careful he’ll just be the fag that rode our coat-tails.”
“You asshole!” Orlando drew back his fist and punched Dominic, watching with perverse pleasure as his head snapped backwards.
“You get away with that once, Elfboy. Not now.” Dominic snarled, leaping forward to return the blow.
“Stop It!” Billy’s thick brogue called from the staircase. “The both of ye, stop it now.”
Orlando looked up at his lover instantly contrite at losing his temper. It was the break that Dominic needed. His fist connected with Orlando’s jaw, his head knocking against the wall behind him with the force of the blow.
Billy almost vaulted from the end of the staircase and with several quick strides positioned himself between the combatants.. His lover and his ex lover. The man who loved him and the man he loved. This was all his fault. One hand lifted to catch Dominic’s as he swung a second time.
“Dominic! If ye touch him agin ye’ll regret it.” Billy growled, his brogue so thick it was almost unintelligible.
“Get out of the way, Billy.” Orlando spoke from behind him.
“Letting him fight your fights for you are we, Flower?” Dom’s voice was thick with his hatred, dripping with scorn. “Don’t want me to hurt your pretty face?”
“Dominic, Ah swear ah’ll drop ye where ye stand mahself you bastard.” Billy growled.
“You couldn’t hit me, Bills. You know it as well as I do.” Dom grinned, smirking at Orlando as he spoke.
“I will if you don’t get out of my fucking house.” Orlando promised him, struggling to get to him around Billy.
“Laddie?” Billy spoke over his shoulder, his voice filled with guttural Glaswegian curves but somehow gentle. “Please dinnae make this any harder. Do ah have ta fight agin ye too?”
Orlando listened to the tremor in his lover’s voice and took a deep calming breath. Most of the anger that was bubbling inside him dissolved as he heard the pain in Billy’s voice. Fighting against his turbulent emotions, Orlando uncurled the white knuckled fist that itched to make Dominic’s face its target. Pressing his hand flat against Billy’s back in a gesture of unwavering support he fought to ignore Dom’s taunts.
Releasing a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, Billy relaxed marginally.
Turning tear glazed eyes at Dominic, Billy exhaled slowly before he spoke again. “So, Dommeh? Were ye telling the truth?”
“Of course I was.” He answered, his nostrils flared as he exhaled, his anger tangible and bubbling just below the surface, his blue eyes watching Orlando warily as he spoke.
Orlando’s fingers curled into a tight fist against Billy’s back struggling against his desire to beat the living shite out of the smug bastard that tormented his lover, even as he felt Billy’s shoulders slump in defeat.
Standing to his full height, his fingers unclenched and stroked Billy’s taut spine. He looked at Dominic, his gaze filled with loathing. “Get out of my house, Monaghan.” He leaned forward as he spoke and folded his arms around the smaller man, ignoring his adversary.
“You’ll regret not taking me up on my offer.” Dom shrugged, smirking as Billy shrugged out of Orlando’s comforting embrace.
“Not in this lifetime asshole.” Orlando stated flatly, ignoring Dom, watching Billy as he walked across the room away from both men.
“Hey Bills!” Dom called as he strolled towards the door, “When you’ve had enough of this one, shouldn’t take long really.” Dom looked Orlando up and down derisively, “You know where I live.”
He opened the door and stepped outside before Orlando could follow.
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, R for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1715
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Pulling himself out from under Billy’s outstretched arm, he slid across the wide expanse of his king sized bed and rolled to his feet. He stood for a moment watching Billy sleeping soundly in the bed he already thought of as their own. It had been a good idea to bring Billy back to his own home where there were no memories of Dominic overshadowing them, no ghost in their bed.
At the renewed pounding from his front door, Orlando yawned widely and scratched his fingers through his tousled curls. Grabbing his discarded jeans from where they had landed the night before he cast his gaze over his sleeping lover before he moved quickly out of the room and pulled the door closed with a soft click behind him.
Stepping into his jeans, he walked quickly down the hall and stairs stumbling at the bottom, his toes catching on the frayed denim tangling around his feet.
“Keep your pants on.” He muttered as a new barrage of renewed knocking started.
His hand was on the door knob before he looked up at the video monitor beside the door. “Dammit.” He mumbled. “What the hell do you want?”
Orlando cast a furtive glance up the stairs wondering if the knocking would wake Billy if he were to just ignore it. Eventually he gave in and drew a deep cleansing breath as he swung the door open.
“Dominic.” He stated curtly.
“ ‘Lando.” Dom greeted him warmly ignoring the icy edge to Orlando’s tone.
“What do you want?” Orlando asked ignoring Dom’s outstretched hand.
“We used to be friends ‘Lando, I’ve come to see what I can do to fix what has happened to us.” Dominic stepped past Orlando and into the house.
“Come in.” Orlando spoke sarcastically, his skin crawling at Dom’s derivation of his name. “We’ve never really been friends.”
“Yes we have,” Dom frowned. “all four of us we were mates.” Dom shrugged watching Orlando closely.
“That must have been before you became the cast slut and screwed Billy over every chance you got.” Orlando growled following his unwanted guest into his living room.
“It was never really like that, Orlando.” Dom shook his head, spiky blond locks fell artfully over his forehead as he did.
“Astonish me?” Orlando spoke. “Prove to me that I’m wrong.” He folded his arms across his bare chest, as he leaned against the door frame.
“I never, ever slept with anybody else while I was ‘with’ him.” Dom replied.
“So you’re telling me you’ve never cheated on him, not once in ten years.” Orlando growled. “Even when you’ve prowled and slutted your way over at least three countries.”
“Never. Whenever I’ve had other partners we’ve been on a break.” Dom replied swiftly.
“And let me guess, you tell him when you’re ‘on a break’ right?” Orlando asked shrewdly.
“Maybe.” Dom shrugged moving forwards to stand close enough to Orlando to encroach on his personal space. “That’s not important.”
“So when you get bored with someone who’ll do absolutely anything for you, you just flick him aside for a fuck buddy and when you’ve had enough you tell him he’s been punished enough and take him back.”
“You make it sound so callous.” Dom breathed pressing a hand against Orlando’s bare chest, his fingertips caressing the golden skin.
Orlando stepped back instantly, his eyes wide and incredulous, his hands thrown up in a gesture of self preservation. “What the fuck?” he cursed. “Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me.”
“Don’t be like that ‘Lando.” Dom purred stepping closer. “You know you want me. What was that kiss?”
“Firstly, you fucking parasitic prick. My name is Orlando. Not Lando and certainly not Flower or Elfboy. Not from you. Not ever. Second, the only thing I want from you is distance and absence. I don’t want you. You make me sick.” Orlando stepped back, his eyes dark with anger, his hands trembling as they curled into tight fists at his side.
“You don’t mean that.” Dominic advanced again, brushing the backs of his fingers from Orlando’s sternum to the waistband of his jeans. “You know we’d be good together. People would love to see us together. You know they would.”
“So you won’t come out for Billy, but you’ll gladly advertise it for me is that it? Should I be flattered? Because I’m not. Is this because you have some sick fantasy in your mind that I kissed YOU because I can’t live without fucking you or is it because you want the fucking publicity that would come with being with me? Because either way you’re out of luck. Listen to yourself. You sanctimonious asshole. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower. How dare you do that to him?”
“I don’t care about him. I want to know what you want. We could be good together. Jesus our fans would go absolutely crazy.” Dominic replied moving forward to stand toe to toe with Orlando, he let his fingers trail down to cup his crotch and squeeze gently. “You know you want me.”
Slapping Dominic’s hand away, Orlando backed up, his heels hitting the wall behind him as he tried to distance himself. “Look at yourself, Monaghan. Until today you were a homophobic publicity hungry asshole and now you’ve sunk to a new low even for you.”
“Low?” Dominic grinned as he pressed his hands against the wall on either side of Orlando’s torso. “You don’t rate yourself very highly do you.”
“Not nearly as highly as you rate yourself apparently.” Orlando grimaced as Dominic’s breath ghosted across his skin.
“You should, you’re really quite hot. I’ve always thought so.” Dom leaned in his breath caressing Orlando’s skin warmly as he leaned up to press his lips to Orlando’s shoulder.
“Should I feel reassured? Seriously…” he pressed his hands against Dominic’s shoulders and pushed him backwards. “Sloppy seconds aren’t my style.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” Dominic murmured as he resumed his position in front of Orlando.
“If you’re saying what I think you are.” Orlando growled his patience finally worn out. “I’d step very, very carefully you smug bastard. Fuck knows why, but he loves you.”
“Loves overrated, Orlando. You should know that. You’re the Hollywood star. You know that. He’ll always run home. He’ll never be what we are.”
“Explain to me exactly what ‘we’ are?” Orlando spoke smoothly, struggling to keep his anger in check, “Because from where I’m standing two people couldn’t be any more different than ‘we’ are.”
“We’re meant to be stars you and I. He’ll always just be that Scottish guy from Rings. He couldn’t even be arsed to seek out the publicity you and I crave. If he’s not careful he’ll just be the fag that rode our coat-tails.”
“You asshole!” Orlando drew back his fist and punched Dominic, watching with perverse pleasure as his head snapped backwards.
“You get away with that once, Elfboy. Not now.” Dominic snarled, leaping forward to return the blow.
“Stop It!” Billy’s thick brogue called from the staircase. “The both of ye, stop it now.”
Orlando looked up at his lover instantly contrite at losing his temper. It was the break that Dominic needed. His fist connected with Orlando’s jaw, his head knocking against the wall behind him with the force of the blow.
Billy almost vaulted from the end of the staircase and with several quick strides positioned himself between the combatants.. His lover and his ex lover. The man who loved him and the man he loved. This was all his fault. One hand lifted to catch Dominic’s as he swung a second time.
“Dominic! If ye touch him agin ye’ll regret it.” Billy growled, his brogue so thick it was almost unintelligible.
“Get out of the way, Billy.” Orlando spoke from behind him.
“Letting him fight your fights for you are we, Flower?” Dom’s voice was thick with his hatred, dripping with scorn. “Don’t want me to hurt your pretty face?”
“Dominic, Ah swear ah’ll drop ye where ye stand mahself you bastard.” Billy growled.
“You couldn’t hit me, Bills. You know it as well as I do.” Dom grinned, smirking at Orlando as he spoke.
“I will if you don’t get out of my fucking house.” Orlando promised him, struggling to get to him around Billy.
“Laddie?” Billy spoke over his shoulder, his voice filled with guttural Glaswegian curves but somehow gentle. “Please dinnae make this any harder. Do ah have ta fight agin ye too?”
Orlando listened to the tremor in his lover’s voice and took a deep calming breath. Most of the anger that was bubbling inside him dissolved as he heard the pain in Billy’s voice. Fighting against his turbulent emotions, Orlando uncurled the white knuckled fist that itched to make Dominic’s face its target. Pressing his hand flat against Billy’s back in a gesture of unwavering support he fought to ignore Dom’s taunts.
Releasing a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, Billy relaxed marginally.
Turning tear glazed eyes at Dominic, Billy exhaled slowly before he spoke again. “So, Dommeh? Were ye telling the truth?”
“Of course I was.” He answered, his nostrils flared as he exhaled, his anger tangible and bubbling just below the surface, his blue eyes watching Orlando warily as he spoke.
Orlando’s fingers curled into a tight fist against Billy’s back struggling against his desire to beat the living shite out of the smug bastard that tormented his lover, even as he felt Billy’s shoulders slump in defeat.
Standing to his full height, his fingers unclenched and stroked Billy’s taut spine. He looked at Dominic, his gaze filled with loathing. “Get out of my house, Monaghan.” He leaned forward as he spoke and folded his arms around the smaller man, ignoring his adversary.
“You’ll regret not taking me up on my offer.” Dom shrugged, smirking as Billy shrugged out of Orlando’s comforting embrace.
“Not in this lifetime asshole.” Orlando stated flatly, ignoring Dom, watching Billy as he walked across the room away from both men.
“Hey Bills!” Dom called as he strolled towards the door, “When you’ve had enough of this one, shouldn’t take long really.” Dom looked Orlando up and down derisively, “You know where I live.”
He opened the door and stepped outside before Orlando could follow.