FIC: Monkey's Paw Love Song (4/6)
Title: Monkey's Paw Love Song (4/6)
Author: vensre
Starring: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The way I can imagine is not the true Way.
Notes: Beta by ali_jayne. For Puella. { 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 }
:~:
"You've never seen X-Men?"
"Nope."
"I thought not," says Billy, waving a DVD case, "so I brought mine. Sir Ian's in it."
"Cool. Isn't it about a comic book or something like that?"
"Based on one, yeah. It's actually about mutants."
"What, like guys with two heads?"
"All guys have two heads," Billy deadpans. "More like superpowers. You'll see."
By the end of the second scene, Dom is petrified, light-headed, and terribly envious of that girl who's had a whole childhood of being able to touch. Billy is sitting too close beside him - no closer than they ever sit, but too close just now.
Rogue's gloves are just being featured onscreen when Billy reaches over and takes Dom's cloth-covered hand. Dom desperately wants away, but he sits like stone, unable even to turn his head.
He manages a whisper below the dialogue of the movie: "Why are you showing me this?"
"You know why," is Billy's soft reply.
A remote minority of Dom is elated. Billy is offering him an easy opening. And comparing him to superheroes, which seems an excessive generosity. But, just, no. What would be the point of trading one lie for another?
"I need you to stop this."
Billy hits stop on the remote, casting blue light over the room. "A shame. We're not even to the bits with Magneto and Professor X yet - that's Patrick Stewart in that role, you know," he says lightly, and Dom wants to shake him.
"Stop digging! Isn't it enough to know I can't be touched?"
"Not really--" Billy begins, but Dom cuts him off.
"What do you know about it, anyway? I don't know what you're trying to achieve, besides messing with my mind."
"There is that benefit," Billy agrees mildly. "But to me, what it looks like you need is to realise that you're not half the freak you think you are. Or at least, not the only freak. How's that for a self-loathing killer?"
"What? The hell are you talking about?"
"Don't be startled, now," Billy says, just as something like a brush of fingertips strokes down Dom's cheek.
He claps his hand to his face, but there is nothing there. Billy's near hand has been hanging tenaciously on to Dom's all along. The other is resting on Billy's own thigh, conspicuously relaxed. But Dom is not confused, for once. The missing piece has been presented to him. His dread seems less important than it ever has.
"It was you, up on the trail. You pulled me back."
"Aye. Probably should have saved the bike, too, but I got a wee bit distracted."
"Sod the bike!"
Billy grins. More like beams, actually.
Dom is staring. "...Do that again?"
Billy is paying him close attention; there is no need to clarify what Dom is asking. Tendrils of nothingness coalesce about his face, cradling it like cupped hands. Dom leans into the touch.
"And you don't feel anything?"
"Hard to say. 'S prob'ly like having a tail or something. Or like those people who smell sounds."
"I meant, well. What I can do. What I do. You don't feel anything unusual?"
Billy shakes his head. "What is it, exactly?"
"I don't know how I could explain." Dom sits up, pulling away from Billy's supernatural caress. "Just, don't stop being careful. Please?"
"I'm not going to touch you without your permission, Dom."
"Good." Dom nods absently, and says again, "Good. Er." He blinks, suddenly self-conscious. Extracting his hand, he straightens the seams on his gloves mock-neurotically, a move calculated to amuse. "We can watch the movie now, if you want."
"Great!" Billy rescues the remote from where it has slid down between the sofa cushions. "It's your kind of show, I think. Don't know how you avoided it 'til now. Rogue saves the day, you know."
"Ahh, don't tell me that! Spoiling the end!"
"Like you couldn' guess."
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Author: vensre
Starring: Dom/Billy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The way I can imagine is not the true Way.
Notes: Beta by ali_jayne. For Puella. { 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 }
:~:
"You've never seen X-Men?"
"Nope."
"I thought not," says Billy, waving a DVD case, "so I brought mine. Sir Ian's in it."
"Cool. Isn't it about a comic book or something like that?"
"Based on one, yeah. It's actually about mutants."
"What, like guys with two heads?"
"All guys have two heads," Billy deadpans. "More like superpowers. You'll see."
By the end of the second scene, Dom is petrified, light-headed, and terribly envious of that girl who's had a whole childhood of being able to touch. Billy is sitting too close beside him - no closer than they ever sit, but too close just now.
Rogue's gloves are just being featured onscreen when Billy reaches over and takes Dom's cloth-covered hand. Dom desperately wants away, but he sits like stone, unable even to turn his head.
He manages a whisper below the dialogue of the movie: "Why are you showing me this?"
"You know why," is Billy's soft reply.
A remote minority of Dom is elated. Billy is offering him an easy opening. And comparing him to superheroes, which seems an excessive generosity. But, just, no. What would be the point of trading one lie for another?
"I need you to stop this."
Billy hits stop on the remote, casting blue light over the room. "A shame. We're not even to the bits with Magneto and Professor X yet - that's Patrick Stewart in that role, you know," he says lightly, and Dom wants to shake him.
"Stop digging! Isn't it enough to know I can't be touched?"
"Not really--" Billy begins, but Dom cuts him off.
"What do you know about it, anyway? I don't know what you're trying to achieve, besides messing with my mind."
"There is that benefit," Billy agrees mildly. "But to me, what it looks like you need is to realise that you're not half the freak you think you are. Or at least, not the only freak. How's that for a self-loathing killer?"
"What? The hell are you talking about?"
"Don't be startled, now," Billy says, just as something like a brush of fingertips strokes down Dom's cheek.
He claps his hand to his face, but there is nothing there. Billy's near hand has been hanging tenaciously on to Dom's all along. The other is resting on Billy's own thigh, conspicuously relaxed. But Dom is not confused, for once. The missing piece has been presented to him. His dread seems less important than it ever has.
"It was you, up on the trail. You pulled me back."
"Aye. Probably should have saved the bike, too, but I got a wee bit distracted."
"Sod the bike!"
Billy grins. More like beams, actually.
Dom is staring. "...Do that again?"
Billy is paying him close attention; there is no need to clarify what Dom is asking. Tendrils of nothingness coalesce about his face, cradling it like cupped hands. Dom leans into the touch.
"And you don't feel anything?"
"Hard to say. 'S prob'ly like having a tail or something. Or like those people who smell sounds."
"I meant, well. What I can do. What I do. You don't feel anything unusual?"
Billy shakes his head. "What is it, exactly?"
"I don't know how I could explain." Dom sits up, pulling away from Billy's supernatural caress. "Just, don't stop being careful. Please?"
"I'm not going to touch you without your permission, Dom."
"Good." Dom nods absently, and says again, "Good. Er." He blinks, suddenly self-conscious. Extracting his hand, he straightens the seams on his gloves mock-neurotically, a move calculated to amuse. "We can watch the movie now, if you want."
"Great!" Billy rescues the remote from where it has slid down between the sofa cushions. "It's your kind of show, I think. Don't know how you avoided it 'til now. Rogue saves the day, you know."
"Ahh, don't tell me that! Spoiling the end!"
"Like you couldn' guess."
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