Let's all cry shall we??
Title: Reincarnation
Author: Christina aka just me
Summary: Dom believed in reincarnation.
Rating: R+
Warnings: Violence, sexuality, death, character death, adult situations.
A/N: I was struggling with this for a while now when the ending just suddenly wrote itself into my brain and i had to do it all.
Dom believed in reincarnation. He hadn’t needed a reason to but fate had that ugly way of slapping him in the face sometimes. It had happened when he was in the middle of the best fuck with Billy. Or it was the best he ever remembered. He was looking deeply into Bill’s eyes when there was this flickerswitch of insanity and for a moment, he was Billy looking down into Dom’s eyes feeling the tightness of Dom’s ass as it clenched around Billy’s prick. However, it only lasted for a few brief moments and it was over as if it hadn’t happened.
No that wasn’t the weird part. They had finished and drifted off to sleep, fingers intertwined and then it had happened. Dom’s dream wasn’t like a real dream. He knew he was dreaming--or he thought he was dreaming--but somehow he felt like this was no ordinary dream because it felt like he was just waking up after a long nap.
He opened his eyes and looked over to see Billy sleeping soundly beside him. He smiled at how beautiful Bill was there mouth open and eyebrows scrunched together. He looked like he was having an intense dream and Dom suddenly felt very mischievous. He ran his hand over his lover’s chest and down over his belly and down even further to grip Billy’s morning erection. He’d done this before but somehow this felt new to him. Like as if he hadn’t ever thought of it before today. The grip-pull of his hand escalated and it looked as if Billy was awake or at least in a better dream from the moaning and swearing. But before Dom could even lean down to incorporate some tongue action, Bill came in his hand and over the blanket.
Dom thought that was strange. Usually Billy didn’t come that easily, but he looked back up at Billy’s face and was in for an even more shocking revelation. The man in his bed did not have Billy’s face. The dark blue eyes snapped open and he knew he wasn’t looking into Billy’s eyes. Then why did he feel like it was Billy? He sure felt like himself and he was sure Bill hadn’t turned into a blue-eyed crazy haired freak in the middle of the night. Before he could contemplate any more, the man threw him to his back and put one of his large hands around Dom’s throat.
“Look what you did to the blanket, bitch.” He hissed with the foulest morning breath and scariest look on his face. Dom was suddenly cursing himself for even trying anything like this with non-Billy. He honestly felt terrified of this man.
“I’m…I’m sorry.” He heard himself croak out. Voice sounding strange because of the pressure on his voice box. “I’ll clean it up. I promise.”
“Fucking right you will.” The non-Billy let go of his neck and just when Dom thought that would be the end of it, the man backhanded him right off of the bed and he didn’t have any reason to ask how he few so far. Because he knew he was much lighter than he’d been the previous night. And Dom couldn’t ask non-Billy why, because he’d stomped out of the room with a final “Fucking Bitch”.
He lifted his hand to his aching jaw and slowly, carefully got up and went over to the mirror. The face that greeted him was not his own but he already knew it wouldn’t be. He was already remembering who he really was. He thought to himself that trying anything with non-huh--Jarred--was a stupid move. Why had he even done it? He studied his face in the mirror. There were bruises covering the left side of her face and the ugly red mark on her right cheek. Jarred was left handed. He knew that. He was surprised that the red area wasn’t bleeding ‘cus her cheekbones protruded so sharply. She also studied the bruises on her body. They littered every inch of her skin and she wanted to cry. Not because it hurt--which it did--but for some reason she couldn’t quite remember. But she knew better than to cry. She also knew that if she didn’t clean up the sheets quickly, she’d have more.
So she cleaned up, made the bed nice and got dressed. There were aches in her body all over and she tried to place where she’d gotten each one. Soon she got tired of counting. A quick brush of her hair and she hurried out to the kitchen. He got really angry if she didn’t make him breakfast right away.
He had his head bent over the kitchen counter and did two lines before lifting back up. A little blood formed in one nostril and she handed him her hanky with downcast eyes. He swatted it away.
“Just make the fucking breakfast, bitch.”
She wasn’t going to tell him that he was in the way. She would just have to work around him. Between her aching body and him finishing off quite a bit more powder, she managed to make eggs, bacon and grits. A breakfast to which he finally sat down to and complained the whole way through. She thought he would have been too high to complain. With a final push of his almost empty plate, he stormed out the door with nothing more than a final command.
“Clean this place up.”
Middle of the night was when she finally heard him enter the house. There was the sound of him stumbling around in the other room. She waited in the darkness of the bedroom. Afraid because every sound was him getting closer. She knew she would be in for it again that night.
The light flicked on and before she could get a glimpse of his crazy, drugged-up eyes, the gun fired and there was this aching burn in her chest. Then again and again it came and she blacked out to the repeated sound.
*****
He’s been sent back.
Why?
He has to do it over again.
Why? Did he get it wrong?
Life works this way. It’s not a punishment. It’s a learning experience. He didn’t learn what he was supposed to.
Can’t I go with him?
You’ve learned. You loved.
Please?
Do you really think that’s necessary?
I love him.
*****
Their eyes opened at the same time and tears were flowing from both green and grey sets. Dom was afraid to hold Billy because the violence of the dream still lingered. Billy was to ashamed to even touch Dom.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Bill whispered. He couldn’t look at Dom. He wasn’t worthy to. Dom had come back for him. Just to be with him.
“I came back because I wanted to. Because I loved you. I still do.” Dom bridged the gap with a light stroke of his hand over Billy’s hair. “You don’t ever have to be sorry. You’ve made me feel so happy in this lifetime, that it takes away everything you did in the past.”
“But I killed you. I felt me hand ‘round the cold metal of that gun. I squeezed the triggah even though it was you. I couldn’ stop meself.”
“Because it happened already. There was nothing you could have done.” Little kisses were placed gently on Billy’s forehead, lips and eyes. That was something Billy knew was true.
“You are th’ most amazin’ person. And I vow that I’ll give up my life for you one day.”
Dom shook his head. “I think it’s better that we just live happily the rest of our lives together. Don’t you?”
*****
It’s dark and there is no more food. They prowl the back alleys for anything they can sink their teeth into. There’s no more animals. Grocery stores and restaurants are rare in the darkened cities. Billy looks over at Dom. His cheekbones are hollow, his eyes sunk in, his lips cracked from lack of hydration. The water that’s left is being put to use elsewhere. But despite the way he looks, Dom is still the most beautiful being in this godforsaken world to him.
They are about to give up hope when they smell a familiar sent emanating from a nearby trash can. They both say a silent prayer and dig for the object of their need. A small carton of crusted Shanghi noodles opens to reveal its fowl smelling contents. Billy wants Dom to eat first, but Dom refuses.
“You need it more than I do.”
Billy wonders what he must look like if emaciated Dom is telling him to go first. He fishes inside with his fingers for a few crusty-slimy noodles and pops them in his mouth. He’s about to hand Dom the carton again when his face turns ashen white and he’s having trouble breathing. Dom is frantic. The food in the trash bin was all too easy. They’ve been poisoned.
“Billy. Bills.” He pleads quietly to his love who now looks like he’s chocking. Billy falls on his back in the desolate street and with a turn of his head to vomit, he becomes so very still. Dom waits with hope that throwing up the food has gotten the poison out of his system, but sinks with his forehead to Billy’s bony chest when he realizes that Bill has fulfilled his vow. He has died saving Dom’s life. But Dom can’t go on without him.
He sits up slowly and is about to eat the rest of the noodles when a blinding light floods their bodies from above. It’s what Dom suspects to be a helicopter but there is no differentiating line between it and the everlasting clouded sky. He feels the rain of little beestings without sound and falls down beside his lover on the cracked pavement. The only sound ringing loudly in his ears is the megaphoned voice of the helicopter’s occupant. “zero one one one zero zero one ze….”
Author: Christina aka just me
Summary: Dom believed in reincarnation.
Rating: R+
Warnings: Violence, sexuality, death, character death, adult situations.
A/N: I was struggling with this for a while now when the ending just suddenly wrote itself into my brain and i had to do it all.
Dom believed in reincarnation. He hadn’t needed a reason to but fate had that ugly way of slapping him in the face sometimes. It had happened when he was in the middle of the best fuck with Billy. Or it was the best he ever remembered. He was looking deeply into Bill’s eyes when there was this flickerswitch of insanity and for a moment, he was Billy looking down into Dom’s eyes feeling the tightness of Dom’s ass as it clenched around Billy’s prick. However, it only lasted for a few brief moments and it was over as if it hadn’t happened.
No that wasn’t the weird part. They had finished and drifted off to sleep, fingers intertwined and then it had happened. Dom’s dream wasn’t like a real dream. He knew he was dreaming--or he thought he was dreaming--but somehow he felt like this was no ordinary dream because it felt like he was just waking up after a long nap.
He opened his eyes and looked over to see Billy sleeping soundly beside him. He smiled at how beautiful Bill was there mouth open and eyebrows scrunched together. He looked like he was having an intense dream and Dom suddenly felt very mischievous. He ran his hand over his lover’s chest and down over his belly and down even further to grip Billy’s morning erection. He’d done this before but somehow this felt new to him. Like as if he hadn’t ever thought of it before today. The grip-pull of his hand escalated and it looked as if Billy was awake or at least in a better dream from the moaning and swearing. But before Dom could even lean down to incorporate some tongue action, Bill came in his hand and over the blanket.
Dom thought that was strange. Usually Billy didn’t come that easily, but he looked back up at Billy’s face and was in for an even more shocking revelation. The man in his bed did not have Billy’s face. The dark blue eyes snapped open and he knew he wasn’t looking into Billy’s eyes. Then why did he feel like it was Billy? He sure felt like himself and he was sure Bill hadn’t turned into a blue-eyed crazy haired freak in the middle of the night. Before he could contemplate any more, the man threw him to his back and put one of his large hands around Dom’s throat.
“Look what you did to the blanket, bitch.” He hissed with the foulest morning breath and scariest look on his face. Dom was suddenly cursing himself for even trying anything like this with non-Billy. He honestly felt terrified of this man.
“I’m…I’m sorry.” He heard himself croak out. Voice sounding strange because of the pressure on his voice box. “I’ll clean it up. I promise.”
“Fucking right you will.” The non-Billy let go of his neck and just when Dom thought that would be the end of it, the man backhanded him right off of the bed and he didn’t have any reason to ask how he few so far. Because he knew he was much lighter than he’d been the previous night. And Dom couldn’t ask non-Billy why, because he’d stomped out of the room with a final “Fucking Bitch”.
He lifted his hand to his aching jaw and slowly, carefully got up and went over to the mirror. The face that greeted him was not his own but he already knew it wouldn’t be. He was already remembering who he really was. He thought to himself that trying anything with non-huh--Jarred--was a stupid move. Why had he even done it? He studied his face in the mirror. There were bruises covering the left side of her face and the ugly red mark on her right cheek. Jarred was left handed. He knew that. He was surprised that the red area wasn’t bleeding ‘cus her cheekbones protruded so sharply. She also studied the bruises on her body. They littered every inch of her skin and she wanted to cry. Not because it hurt--which it did--but for some reason she couldn’t quite remember. But she knew better than to cry. She also knew that if she didn’t clean up the sheets quickly, she’d have more.
So she cleaned up, made the bed nice and got dressed. There were aches in her body all over and she tried to place where she’d gotten each one. Soon she got tired of counting. A quick brush of her hair and she hurried out to the kitchen. He got really angry if she didn’t make him breakfast right away.
He had his head bent over the kitchen counter and did two lines before lifting back up. A little blood formed in one nostril and she handed him her hanky with downcast eyes. He swatted it away.
“Just make the fucking breakfast, bitch.”
She wasn’t going to tell him that he was in the way. She would just have to work around him. Between her aching body and him finishing off quite a bit more powder, she managed to make eggs, bacon and grits. A breakfast to which he finally sat down to and complained the whole way through. She thought he would have been too high to complain. With a final push of his almost empty plate, he stormed out the door with nothing more than a final command.
“Clean this place up.”
Middle of the night was when she finally heard him enter the house. There was the sound of him stumbling around in the other room. She waited in the darkness of the bedroom. Afraid because every sound was him getting closer. She knew she would be in for it again that night.
The light flicked on and before she could get a glimpse of his crazy, drugged-up eyes, the gun fired and there was this aching burn in her chest. Then again and again it came and she blacked out to the repeated sound.
*****
He’s been sent back.
Why?
He has to do it over again.
Why? Did he get it wrong?
Life works this way. It’s not a punishment. It’s a learning experience. He didn’t learn what he was supposed to.
Can’t I go with him?
You’ve learned. You loved.
Please?
Do you really think that’s necessary?
I love him.
*****
Their eyes opened at the same time and tears were flowing from both green and grey sets. Dom was afraid to hold Billy because the violence of the dream still lingered. Billy was to ashamed to even touch Dom.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Bill whispered. He couldn’t look at Dom. He wasn’t worthy to. Dom had come back for him. Just to be with him.
“I came back because I wanted to. Because I loved you. I still do.” Dom bridged the gap with a light stroke of his hand over Billy’s hair. “You don’t ever have to be sorry. You’ve made me feel so happy in this lifetime, that it takes away everything you did in the past.”
“But I killed you. I felt me hand ‘round the cold metal of that gun. I squeezed the triggah even though it was you. I couldn’ stop meself.”
“Because it happened already. There was nothing you could have done.” Little kisses were placed gently on Billy’s forehead, lips and eyes. That was something Billy knew was true.
“You are th’ most amazin’ person. And I vow that I’ll give up my life for you one day.”
Dom shook his head. “I think it’s better that we just live happily the rest of our lives together. Don’t you?”
*****
It’s dark and there is no more food. They prowl the back alleys for anything they can sink their teeth into. There’s no more animals. Grocery stores and restaurants are rare in the darkened cities. Billy looks over at Dom. His cheekbones are hollow, his eyes sunk in, his lips cracked from lack of hydration. The water that’s left is being put to use elsewhere. But despite the way he looks, Dom is still the most beautiful being in this godforsaken world to him.
They are about to give up hope when they smell a familiar sent emanating from a nearby trash can. They both say a silent prayer and dig for the object of their need. A small carton of crusted Shanghi noodles opens to reveal its fowl smelling contents. Billy wants Dom to eat first, but Dom refuses.
“You need it more than I do.”
Billy wonders what he must look like if emaciated Dom is telling him to go first. He fishes inside with his fingers for a few crusty-slimy noodles and pops them in his mouth. He’s about to hand Dom the carton again when his face turns ashen white and he’s having trouble breathing. Dom is frantic. The food in the trash bin was all too easy. They’ve been poisoned.
“Billy. Bills.” He pleads quietly to his love who now looks like he’s chocking. Billy falls on his back in the desolate street and with a turn of his head to vomit, he becomes so very still. Dom waits with hope that throwing up the food has gotten the poison out of his system, but sinks with his forehead to Billy’s bony chest when he realizes that Bill has fulfilled his vow. He has died saving Dom’s life. But Dom can’t go on without him.
He sits up slowly and is about to eat the rest of the noodles when a blinding light floods their bodies from above. It’s what Dom suspects to be a helicopter but there is no differentiating line between it and the everlasting clouded sky. He feels the rain of little beestings without sound and falls down beside his lover on the cracked pavement. The only sound ringing loudly in his ears is the megaphoned voice of the helicopter’s occupant. “zero one one one zero zero one ze….”