In the Quiet after Midnight

Stars (Billy/Dom)

2008-09-14T00:21:00Z

Title: Stars
Author: kimberleigh_
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Summary: Kisses in the dark
Author Note: This was originally posted during Monaboyd Month here, on April 24, 2008.

Dominic rolled over and sighed. This was starting to get ridiculous. He had crawled into his bed exhausted, but sleep had been eluding him for over two hours. Sitting up, he glanced over to where Billy slept, oblivious to his insomnia. Pulling the top blanket from the bed, Dom quietly let himself out of the bedroom and onto the porch of their cabin.

They had of four days off from the rigors of filming. Not satisfied to stay and home and sleep like a normal person, Billy had proposed a road trip and when the rest of the hobbits had turned him down (Elijah and Sean being very wise about these things), he had strong armed Dom into joining him. Dom had made a fuss at first, saying that all he wanted to do was renew his commitment to his mattress, but after the first couple of hours on the road, he agreed that this was a better way to spent the time off.

They had found the little hotel around supper time. Billy was shattered from the drive, and Dom was hungry for a meal that wasn’t bought at a gas station or drive thru. The grounds were scattered with little cabins and Billy wasted no time in securing one for them for the next two days. It was quiet and peaceful, something Dom was grateful for after weeks of chaos on and off the set.

Now in the quiet, mild New Zealand night, Dom found his thoughts straying to his friend sleeping peacefully inside. He didn’t know exactly when it happened, but somewhere over the last few months he had fallen in love with Billy. Occasionally he thought that Billy might haven fallen for him. There had been no declarations of love or lust (out loud anyways), but sometimes Dom would catch Billy looking at him in a way that caused heat to pool in his stomach. Sometimes when Billy smiled at him it required all his will power not to blurt out exactly what he felt.

Leaning back in the lounge chair Dom gazed at the sky. Out here, away from the lights of the city, the stars were bright, he felt like he could reach out and touch them.

“Dom?” Billy’s soft voice was enough to make him jump out of his skin.

“Billy, you scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” Billy shuffled across the porch to sit on the end of Dom’s lounger, “Why aren’t you in bed? You looked exhausted.”

Billy reached out and took Dom’s hand. The contact made Dom blush.

“I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you with my tossing and turning. So I came out here. I was just looking at the stars.” Dom gestured to the sky above them. Billy tilted his head back to look.

“There are so many of them. It’s kind of amazing.” Billy said and Dom just nodded.

They sat quietly for a long time, Billy watching the stars of a foreign sky, and Dom watching Billy. Now was the time, if he was going to make a move Dom knew it should be know, while Billy was open and unguarded. When he shifted on the lounger, Billy turned to face him, pinning him to the spot with his gaze.

“Billy.” It was all he could get out. Billy’s stare was intense, even in the darkness. He opened his mouth to finish what he had started to say.

“Be quiet Dom.” Billy moved so he was laying along side Dom. Taking his chin, he pulled Dom to him and kissed him.

Dom didn’t kiss him back at first; he was surprised by the turn of events. After a wild heart beat or two, he was kissing Billy back. Billy brought his hands to Dom’s face, holding him gently. Dom wrapped an arm around Billy’s shoulder and pulled him close. To Dom, the kiss seemed to go forever, but all too soon Billy pulled away from him.

“So how long have you wanted to do that?” Dom asked a smile on his lips.

“Probably since the first time we met. Remember in Ngila’s studio. You were almost starkers surrounded by women with pins and scissors.” Billy shifted and pulled Dom into his arms. “You?”

“Don’t remember, it kind of snuck up on me.” Dom replied. He curled against Billy, sleep quickly starting to come over him, “I think I might be able to sleep now.”

Billy gently untangled himself from Dom’s limbs and stood. He held out his hand.

“Come to bed then.”

Dom took Billy’s hand and Billy lead him back inside and to his bed as the stars continued to wheel above them in their infinite dance.

Bleach Flashfics

2008-02-06T22:09:40Z

Author: Kimber Leigh
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG to Nc17
Disclaimer: They belong to Tite Kubo and others who are not me.
Author's Notes: Written for 14valentines, Day 6 - Motherhood. Today's essay can be found here. 6 Bleach Flashfics for day 6. These were an experiment of writing in a new fandom to get me over the fear of it.

Sunrise
Ichigo/Rukia
PG-13

Ichigo was uncertain of what woke him, but he knew he was alone. Reaching out he found Rukia’s side of the bed empty and cold. He sat up and glanced around his room, he found Rukia standing by the window. She was wearing his shirt from the night before and little else.

“Is it a hollow?” He asked, reaching for his pants.

“No.” She replied her voice sounded like it was worlds away, “I just wanted to watch the sunrise.”

Ichigo stood and moved to her side. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She sighed softly and relaxed against him. The sky to the east was just starting to turn pink. In a short time, the night would be over and he wasn’t sure where that left them. There hadn’t been any plan, just the culmination of weeks of tension that had to break like a storm.

“Ichigo, about last night.”

“Yeah?” His voice was unsteady. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what she had to say.

“Thank you.”

Contour
Tatsuki/Orihime
Nc-17

Orihime was lying naked on the bed when Tatsuki returned from the market. The curtains were closed and there were candles everywhere. It was a beautiful sight; Tatsuki had to admit as she stared at her friend. The candle light made her bare skin glow softly. Orihime rolled onto her back and smiled at Tatsuki. Her breasts heaved as she took a deep breath.

“Well, are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to touch me?” She wanted this night to be perfect, but if Tatsuki was too afraid to touch her, it would never work. The whole time she had been in the Soul Society, all she could think of was Tatsuki and how she had promised she would come back to her.

She crossed to the bed, the shopping forgotten by the door. Sitting down on the bed Tatsuki reached out with a shaking hand to caress the contour of Orihime’s breast. Orihime sighed softly and smiled.

“You’re beautiful.” Tatsuki said, leaning into to kiss her friend.

Teeth
Renji/Uryu
Nc-17

The Shinigami had perfect, white teeth. Uryu often found himself distracted and thinking about them at strange moments. He often wondered what they would feel like nipping at his earlobe, or biting into his neck. And every time these thought would bring a blush to his cheeks and strange looks from the people around him.

Sometimes in the dark of his bedroom at night, he would imagine what it would feel like to have those teeth scrap against his cock, as Renji took him deep into his mouth and sucked him off. On those nights, Uryu would curse the Shinigami’s name and fall asleep with his hand around his softening cock, the sheets still wet with his own come.

Dashed
Orihime/Ichigo
PG

Despite what she told people, Orihime loved Ichigo, had been in love with him since they first met. Only he never noticed her, never looked at her the way she looked at him. So she went on with life, trying to be content with loving him in secret. But she always had the hope that one day he would look at her and realize that he loved her too.

The day that Rukia Kuchiki came to their school, was the day all her hopes and secret dreams were dashed. She saw how Ichigo looked at Rukia, and she knew long before he did how much he would love her. She felt her heart break, but she never told anyone. No one would believe her when she told them just how much she loved Ichigo Kurosaki.

Scream
Kenpachi/Yachiru
PG-13

Yachiru woke up screaming. The icy fingers of her nightmare still clinging to her mind, trying to pull her back into the terror of her dream.

Kenpachi had come running, and she soon found herself wrapped in his massive arms. He kissed her forehead and held her close. She seemed so small at times like this, more vulnerable then anyone would ever imagine.

“Hush little one, it was only a dream. You’re safe, I’ll protect you.” She shook her head. It had felt too real to just be a dream.

She had seen them die in front of her. Killed in cold blood. They had reached out for her, but she couldn’t help them. She was too small to help them. She stifled a sob.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” he asked. She never wanted to sleep alone after one of her nightmares. She nodded and wiped her nose on his robe. He carried her back to his room, and when he lay down, she curled up on his chest like a cat.

She could hear his heart beat, and the steady, deep sound lulled her into a deep and dreamless sleep. She knew that her Kenny would always be around when she needed him.

Always
Renji/Zabimaru
PG

He first dreamt of Zabimaru long before he ever thought that he could be a Soul reaper. In his dream the Nue had been chasing him, and finally cornered the breathless, terrified young boy in an alley of the 78th district of Rukongai. Renji didn’t know what to do, and was too afraid to move. The creature came right up to him, their faces mere inches apart.

“You’re mine” The voice was deep and Renji could feel it in his bones. All he could do was nod, and when he woke, he was drenched in sweat, still shaking. He managed to put the dream out of his mind for a long time, but he never really forgot it.

It wasn’t until years later, after he entered the Academy that his dream began to make sense to him. On the eve of his graduation, he dreamt it again. This time he wasn’t afraid, and stood his ground as the Nue advanced on him.

“So you understand?”

“Yes.” Renji felt breath catch in his throat. The Nue came right up to him.

“You’re mine.”

Renji reached out and laid a hand on the creature.

“Always yours, Zabimaru.”

Tattoos, Renji/Uryu, Nc-17

2008-02-05T18:15:59Z

Title: Tattoos
Author: Kimber Leigh
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji Abarai/Uryu Ishida
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: They belong to Tite Kubo and others who are not me. I just like making pretty anime boys kiss each other.
Archive: ask me first.
Summary: There were many places in Rukongai where you could get tattooed, but only one that was any good.
Author's Notes: Written for 14valentines, Day 5 - Sexuality. Today's essay can be found here. What a better way to celebrate then with gay porn :D This is my first time writing Bleach fanfic, so hopefully its not too OOC or anything. I envision that this peice takes place between the Bount and Arrancar Arcs of the anime, but there are no spoilers really.

There were many places in Rukongai where you could get tattooed, but only one that was any good. It was in that small house where Renji Abarai found himself on a warm spring night. He handed the artist a folded piece of paper. The old man looked closely at the design and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“So, the rumours are true then. The Lieutenant of Squad 6 has become enamored with a Quincy.”

“Can you do it?” Renji asked, annoyed. He ignored the old man’s comment.

“It’s not something I’ve ever been asked to do, but if you have the coin, I can do anything.” Renji tossed him a small purse which he caught with little effort. He didn’t count it; Renji was a good customer and would never cheat him.

They moved from the small outer room, to the inner studio. It was sparsely furnished. A long bench sat in the centre of the room, next to it was a low table covered all the tools that the old man needed. There was incense in the air, Renji could see the smoke and smell the woody aroma, but under it there was the smell of skin and ink. Without prompting from the old man, Renji disrobed and lay down on the bench.

“So, where do you want this one Abarai?” the old man asked. Renji touched his left hip, “It will hurt some if I do it over the bone.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Renji replied. The old man gave him a lecherous grin.

“That’s right, you like the pain.” Renji didn’t respond, but he did blush. The old man was right, he did like the pain.

“Just get on with it. I don’t have all day.”

“As you wish Lieutenant.”

The old man was right, the first mark he made hurt. Despite his bravado he tensed and let out a pained moan. The old man gave him a look, but Renji shook his head, he wasn’t going to change his mind now. Renji took a deep breath and the old man continued with his task. After the first several minutes, the pain began to bleed together and Renji felt himself falling into a trance state. He happy to lay there, the pain causing his nerves to sing, and his thoughts began to centre on the pale boy with sharp eyes and dark hair. The one he was doing this for.

They didn’t get along at first, he and Uryu. They were very similar, arrogant and guarded, afraid of letting people get too close. There were times he could have happily strangled Uryu, and he knew Uryu felt the same. As time passed and they were forced into each other’s company more and more, animosity turned to a grudging respect, and eventually a deep attraction formed between them.

There were many reasons why Renji found himself attracted to Uryu. His sense of honour and duty, the fact that he stood by his principles and would never back down from a fight, even if he was hopelessly out matched. But the truth was far simpler; Renji had a thing for people with dark hair and pale skin. And the way Uryu would look at him when he thought Renji wasn’t looking just added fuel to Renji’s desire.

The memories of their first night together still set Renji’s blood boiling. It had been a night similar to this one, warm with the smell of spring on the breeze. They were both battered and bruised from a fight that they were barely able to win. Uryu had made the first move, giving Renji an unexpected, desperate kiss and Renji responded in kind. He gripped the Quincy’s thin hips, bringing their bodies close. When their erections slid together, Uryu sighed and went boneless in Renji’s arms. Renji took control in that moment and Uryu let him do as he pleased. He remembered how Uryu writhed against him as he took him hard on the floor of the storage room of Urahara’s shop. The thought that they might be seen lurked in Renji’s mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Uryu was tight around him, begging him to fuck him harder. He remembered vividly how Uryu’s fingers dug into his back when he came. How he whispered Uryu’s name over and over into the damp skin of his neck.

Renji was brought out of his trance by a sharp poke in his rib. He looked up, and saw the old man staring down at him.

“Do you want to do something about that?” He asked gesturing to Renji erection, “It almost poked my eye out.”

“It will go away on its own.” Renji replied. The old man just shrugged, before continuing his work. Renji returned his focus to the ceiling and his thoughts began to wander again.

They had kept their relationship a secret at first, not because they were ashamed, but they just never told anyone. Urahara was the first to figure something was going on, he was far too clever not to see what was happening under his roof but soon enough everyone else knew. There were questions at first, strange looks, but Renji felt they didn’t have to explain what they were doing to anyone. Well anyone other then Rukia. But when she asked about it, all she wanted to know was if Uryu made him happy, and Renji said that yes, Uryu made him very happy, and Rukia said she was glad, it was time Renji had someone who made him happy.

It took another couple of hours, but in the end the tattoo was perfect. Looking at it in the mirror, Renji smiled, his finger softly tracing the design. Uryu’s Cross. It was a piece of Uryu that he could keep with him, even when they were in their own worlds. He had given Uryu his heart that first night in Urahara’s back room, but now his body belonged to him too.

He couldn’t wait to show it to him.

Watching (SB/MC)

2007-08-15T22:02:51Z

Title: Watching
Author: kimberleigh_
Pairing: Sean Bean/ Marton Csokas
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Someone doesn't know he is being watched.
Notes: I hope you asked for porn for christmas :D I didn't plan on it being so smutty, but the muse went that way and I just followed along. Merry Xmas EMPY!

Ethereal. It wasn't a word that Sean would use to describe another man, but it seemed to fit Marton. Sean first thought it was the costume, the silver wig that he wore, but there was something in his eyes that wasn't quite of this world. It intrigued Sean, aroused him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Sean had been intimate with other men in the past, so the feelings weren't foreign to him, but for the moment Sean was content to just watch Marton. He just failed to notice that Marton was watching him as well.

***

A night out was a welcome diversion. The pub reminded Sean of his local back in England. He could finally relax, and lay Boromir aside for a few hours. There was Guinness on tap and a decent selection of scotch. He found Viggo sitting in a booth next to the pool tables. Sean joined him and settled in for a night of drinking.

The sudden appearance of Marton at the bar surprised Sean. Even without the costume, Marton looked otherworldly and untouchable in the low light of the pub. Sean shifted in his seat, but his eyes never left Marton.

***

All night Marton could feel the weight of Sean's eyes on him. They followed him everywhere he went. The bar, the washroom. Marton knew he would have to make the first move. To him, Sean seemed the sort of guy who was content to just watch, while he was not. He had been watching the other man for several days now, and he knew what was hidden in the depths of Sean's eyes, they were full of heat and desire. Marton smiled to himself. If he had to make the first move, he was going to have some fun first.

***

It was easy enough to find someone to play pool with him, and luckily the only available table was next to Sean. He knew Sean was watching him as he bent over to take his first shot, so he made a big show of it, making sure Sean got a good look at his ass. He continued on that way, drawing Sean's gaze to him with every shot. He knew Sean was getting flustered without even looking. After lining up his last shot, he cast a look over his shoulder towards Sean. When Sean finally made eye contact, Marton winked.

***

When Marton winked, Sean turned blushed. Marton easily sunk the 8 ball, winning the game. Instead of returning to the table full of elves, Sean watched as Marton came over to him.

"So, are you just going to sit here all night watching me, or are you going to do something?"

Marton's tone was low and husky, his breath ghosting across Sean's neck. Sean didn't know what to say, he just stared at Marton in stunned silence. Marton kissed his cheek once, turned and left. After a few moments Sean tossed down the last of his scotch and followed after.

***

Their first kiss was hot and slippery. Ill aimed lips and tongues that just seemed to get in the way, neither of them noticed. Sean grasped at Marton's sweater as Marton pushed him against the rough brick wall. When Marton brought their hips together and he could feel Sean's erection hot and heavy against his own. He squeezed it through Sean's jeans. Sean moaned and his eyes, which had fallen shut, snapped open. He stared at Marton as if seeing him for the first time.

"Not here." His voice was ragged.

"Alright." And Marton was pulling him into the dark.

***

When they arrived at Marton's house, they weren't inside for more then five minutes before Marton had Sean sprawled on the living room floor, his fingers clawing at Sean's clothing. Sean captured Marton's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues wetly sliding against each other. Sean's big hands roamed over Marton's body before settling on his ass pulling him close.

"You're wearing too many clothes..." Sean murmured. Marton slipped from Sean's grip and stood. He slowly began to lower the zipper of his jeans. He was enjoying this way too much.

"Shall I take some off then?" Sean could only smile.

***

Sean moaned softly as Marton rolled the condom on his erection. He watched as Marton coated him with lube. While he couldn't see Marton's fingers as he penetrated himself, he could see the effect of it all over Marton's face. Sean took hold of Marton's hips to help steady him. Before long Marton's breath was coming in short gasps.

"I'm ready." Was all he said and he began to slowly lower himself onto Sean's erection. They both moaned, Sean's fingers began digging into Marton's hips. Once he had all of Sean inside, he looked down at him, "Are you ready?"

***

The ride was long and wild. Marton had an uncanny ability to sense when Sean was close to coming and at those moments he slowed down. He did this several times until Sean finally had enough and took hold of Marton's hips and began fucking him in earnest.

He groaned and grunted as Marton encouraged him with moans and demands to fuck him harder. After what felt to him like hours, Sean could feel his orgasm building, and with a final thrust, he came. He held tightly to Marton's hips, holding him in place.

"Fuck", was all he could say.

***

When Sean finally let go of his hips, Marton straddled Sean's face. He traced his erection over Sean's lips. Sean's tongue slipped out and licked the head.

"My turn." Marton pushed his erection into the waiting warmth and wet of Sean's mouth. He let out a long groan.

"Fuck..."

It was an awkward position, but Marton knew he wouldn't last long. Taking hold of Sean's head, he began to fuck the other man's mouth. He came when Sean worked a finger into his ass and jabbed his prostate. Marton knew he would taste himself in Sean's mouth when they kissed.

***

Marton rolled off of Sean.

"That was fucking great." Sean didn't reply, he reached over and patted Marton's ass. The long day in combination with the booze and sex finally caught up to him and he drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke a short time later, it took him a few minutes to remember where he was. He was still lying on the living room floor, although Marton had covered him with a blanket. He rolled onto his side and began groping for his clothes. As he dressed he glanced around, but Marton was no where to be found.

***

He found Marton in the kitchen, staring out the window into the dark New Zealand night.

"Coffee?" Marton turned from the window to face Sean. Sean tried hard to ignore the fact that Marton was still naked, but he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming all over Marton's body.

"No, thanks. I really need to get going. I've got an early call tomorrow." They both knew he was lying, but Marton stayed silent.

"I'll walk you out then."

"No, its okay. Thanks for everything."

"Anytime, it was my pleasure." Sean gave Marton a small smile before he quickly left.

***

The tree bark dug into his back, but Marton didn't notice. He was too shocked at being pushed against the tree in the first place. Sean was kissing him hard and after a moment of hesitation, Marton began to kiss him back in kind.

Sean growled when Marton bit down hard on his lower lip.

"Come home with me?" Sean's eyes were full of lust and want and Marton found he didn't want to say no.

"Only if I can fuck you." Marton growled in his ear, and Sean smiled.

"Promise?" Sean's voice was eager, Marton liked that.

"I do."

One Night in Ithilien (Faramir/Frodo)

2006-12-31T05:09:47Z

Title: One Night in Ithilien
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: Faramir/Frodo
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: So not mine, they belong to J.R.R Tolkien and other people who are not me.
Archive: Just here.
Author's Notes: Written for aprilkat for the lotr_sesa challenge. I am massively late with it, but I hope that she likes it anyways. It ended up totally different then I first planned but I like it so much better. Its book canon, which I have never really written before, so it might be slightly OOC.

I’m dedicating this one to my mom (even though she will never see it), for having a copy of Lord of the Rings when I needed it most. Thanks Mom.

Despite his size and appearance, Faramir knows that Frodo is no child. There is something in his eyes that is far older and has seen more then one would think. As they talk, Faramir finds himself being drawn into those same eyes. They are a colour he has never seen before and Faramir finds his mind wandering into places where it should not go. He begins to wonder what those eyes would look like in candle light, half hidden, dazed with pleasure. He shakes his head to clear the visions and begins to tell the Halflings that Boromir is dead.

***
The walk to Henneth Annun is long and uncomfortable in the warm weather. Faramir continues to question Frodo as they go, but the Halfling gives up nothing of his errand.

For his part, Faramir is not sure if it was good fortune or bad that the Halflings were found. A voice in his mind begins to whisper seductively to Faramir and soon he finds his mind crowded with visions of what he wants to do to Frodo. There is something that is pulling him to Frodo; Faramir can feel it pulling like a magnet. It puts him on his guard.

***

When they arrive, Faramir orders that the Halflings be well looked after. They were given a place to rest, water to wash and food. He suspects that they had been wandering the wilderness for many days. They eat in relative silence and after they have had their fill Faramir takes them aside and continues his interrogation.

Sam let it slip, the reason why they are travelling through Gondor, and in an instant, Faramir sees images in his mind of what could be if he were to seize the ring. He resists it, a fate that his brother was not spared.

***

When Frodo faints, Faramir is there to catch him. The sleep-like state softens Frodo’s features and Faramir is struck by how truly beautiful he is. He wants to touch the fair skin of his face, but Sam’s presence at his elbow stops him.

“Let’s get him into bed. He needs rest.” Faramir carries Frodo over to the pallet the men have set up for them. After laying Frodo down, Faramir looks at Sam, “As do you. Take your ease, you are safe here.”

Sam only nods before lying down beside Frodo. Faramir watches over them until Sam falls into slumber.

***

Faramir had been sleeping fitfully when the sound of footsteps on the floor beside him wakes him. In one quick movement, he is crouching on his bedroll, dagger in his hand, ready to be used. Before him Frodo cowers.

“I am sorry Frodo. I did not mean to startle you so.”

“It’s my fault, I never should have come in here, I just needed…” Frodo’s voice trails off and he turns to leave, but Faramir grabs his hand.

“Needed what?” He asks, pulling Frodo closer to him.

Frodo says nothing in response, he only leans in and kisses Faramir.

“You.”

***

After a moment of bewilderment, Faramir kisses Frodo back. He picks him up and sits him in his lap. Frodo’s smaller hands clutch at his uniform as Faramir pulls him closer.

Faramir’s hands find the various buttons and clasps that hold Frodo’s clothing in place and soon he has them undone. Frodo gasps when Faramir’s fingers touch the bare skin of his chest but he flinches away when they brush against the Ring.

Faramir looks at Frodo. He was blushing and ready to flee. Faramir makes Frodo meet his gaze.

“I do not desire it Frodo, but I desire you.”

***

They move together in relative silence, always aware of the presence of the men around them. Faramir’s hand engulfs Frodo’s erection and his hips buck against Faramir. He whimpers when Faramir kisses him.

“We must be quiet.”

Faramir struggles with the lacing of his trousers, but after a few moments his cock finally springs free. Frodo’s eyes widened and he reaches for it. Faramir manoeuvres Frodo into a position where their erections are touching and he encloses Frodo’s hands in his.

“Let us take our pleasure together.”

Moans of pleasure fall from their lips as they kiss and come together.

***

When Faramir wakes from his sleep, Frodo is still beside him, sleeping deeply. Reaching out he runs his fingers through Frodo’s hair. He feels his cock beginning to stir, and he hopes that they might have a few more stolen moments before the rest of the men were roused from slumber.

A polite cough from the other side of the curtain gets his attention.

“Captain Faramir, we found something that you should come and look at.”

Faramir dresses quickly and joins his men in the caves. If any of them knew what had passed in the night, they said nothing.

***

“A shadow and a threat grow in my mind. Promise me that you will not do anything rash.”

“I promise, but there is no other way to Mordor and it is to Mordor that I need to go.”

“I know, but I worry. No one ventures near Minas Morgul anymore, and the Pass of Cirith Ungol is very dangerous. There are dark things dwelling in the caves there. ”

“I have no choice. If I fail on this quest, it will be the end of everything”

“Then may the Valar protect you Frodo Baggins.”

“And you as well Captain Faramir.”

Not So Innocent (Kaylee/Jayne, R)

2005-10-25T19:36:45Z

Title: Not So Innocent
Author: Kimber Leigh
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Kaylee/Jayne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: So not mine, they belong to the God who is Joss Whedon. I just like to play in his sand box from time to time :)
Warnings: Does drug use need a warning? If so, yes there is drug use behind the cut.
Archive: Just here
Author's Notes: Written for shanalle's Two Lines challenge. This is my first attempt at Firefly fic, so it might be wildy OOC,and I know I probably really mangled the Chinese. But I can only get better, right? Set pre-Firefly.

so let's get to the point
let's roll another joint
-tom petty, you don't know how it feels

Kaylee wasn’t sure where Jayne got the herb, but she knows better then to ask. Kaylee learned a long time ago not to ask too many questions when it came to Jayne. But, never the less, she accepts the pipe when it passes her by again. Its good herb, makes her feel heavy and like she’s flying at the same time. She smiles up at the night sky and laughs.

They had landed here, on the outskirts of this small town, earlier in the evening. A small, yet vital part of the engine malfunctioned, and it was impossible for them to stay in the sky any longer. She made the repairs rather quickly, jerry-rigging a solution that would work well enough until she could get the part she needed. But it would be another 12 hours or so before Serenity was able to take off, the epoxy needing time to dry. Kaylee only hoped it would hold when they took off.

So while Kaylee made the needed repairs, Zoë and Wash went into town, replenished their supplies. The Capitan went off looking for possible clients and he hadn’t returned yet. And Jayne went off and did what ever it was that Jayne did. But when he came back, it was with a shit eating grin and a bag of herb. They were all better off not knowing how he had came by it.

And now there they sat, the four of them, in the mild darkening evening. They had built a fire, and now sat around it in a comfortable silence. The pipe kept making its way between them. Mal would not be too impressed with his crew getting high, but Mal was nowhere to be seen at the moment and they were making the best of it.

“It never ends, does it?” Kaylee asked no one in particular. Her eyes took in the night sky above her; the stars coming out by the thousands, making her feel tiny in the greater scheme of things.

“What never ends?” Zoë’s voice was full of humour.

“Space, the black. It just goes on forever, don’t it?” She had turned to face Zoë and Wash. She smiled brightly at them and they smiled back.

“It certainly does seem so,” Wash replied, “I remember when I was a kid, seeing this old old map, of what people once thought was the known universe, and all around the edges was written ‘here be dragons’. I wonder if we would ever see a dragon?”

“I’ve seen lots that I never thought I would, it wouldn’t surprise me one gorram bit.” Jayne’s voice was rough and slow. Kaylee laughed again, sounding slightly more hysterical then amused.

“I think our young mechanic has had enough herb for one night.” Zoë said, taking the pipe from Kaylee.

“No, I’m fine. Shiny even” And to prove her point, Kaylee stood up. But as soon as she was up, she was immediately dizzy and started to fall.

Jayne was there before she hit the ground, his arms wrapping around her. She gave him a look of surprise and laughed again.

“Hiya Jayne. What are you doing here?”

“Stopping you from falling arse over tea kettle. Come on girl, time you went to bed.” He helped her to stand and steered her towards Serenity.

“Alone at last bao bei.” Kaylee heard Wash say. She didn’t have to turn around to know that they were kissing. She laughed again and Jayne just gave her a look.

She had little problem getting to the ship, but she leaned heavily on Jayne anyways. He felt good, firm and solid against her. And though she had never noticed it before, he smelt really good. The last realisation made her giggle again. Jayne looked at her like she had clearly lost her mind.

“Herb always make you feel like this?”

“Feel like what?”

“Happy, giggling all the time.”

“I’m happy all the time Jayne, didn’t you know that? That’s what everyone says, Kaylee, she’s the happy one.”

Jayne just snorted. He had managed to get her to her bunk, but he eyed the ladder suspiciously.

‘Think you can manage it on your own?” Kaylee leaned over and Jayne had to grab her waist so she didn’t tumble head first into her bunk.

“Possibly, but I kinda doubt it. The ladder looks all wavy.” She tried, almost successfully, to stop the giggles that bubbled up in her throat. Jayne knew there was no way she would make it down without hurting herself. So he started down the ladder fist, and with his hands on her hips, he guided her down behind him.

Kaylee lost her footing on the last rung of the ladder and fell, but Jayne was there to catch her. She turned in his arms to face him, her face lit up in a smile.

“Oopps. I missed one.” She laughed again. And before Jayne knew what was happening, Kaylee stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Just once, hard on the lips.

“Gorramit Kaylee, what are you doing?” Jayne tried to move away, but there was little room to move and Kaylee had her arms wrapped firmly around him.

“Do you think I’m pretty Jayne?” She asked. The happy, laughing girl of the minutes before was long gone and Jayne saw the serious, burning look in her eyes. She pulled herself flush against him and undulated once, making sure to touch as much of him as possible.

“Deng yi miao…” He needed to stall, think of a good answer, but his brain stopped functioning the moment she touched him like that.

“Simple question Jayne, do you think I’m pretty?”

“Sure, I suppose so.” He may as well tell the truth, with the way his body was beginning to react to her proximity, she would know the truth soon enough.

“That’s good, because I think you’re pretty too.” Leaning into him, Kaylee ran her tongue over side of his neck, before taking his ear lobe into her teeth and biting down gently.

“Kaylee, stop that, dong ma? Mal will have my head.”

“Mal’s not here, he’ll never know. I can keep a secret if you can.” She didn’t know what had come over her, but be damned if she was going to let Jayne get away from her tonight. It had been too long since a man had touched her in a way that wasn’t brotherly. She kissed him again, felt him groan when she unbuckled his jeans with sure quick fingers.

“You don’t know what you’re doing nyen ching-duh, touching a man like that.” Jayne tried to make his voice sound tough, hard, anything to discourage Kaylee from touching him, “I might not be able to stop myself.”

“Who says I would want you to stop?” Kaylee said simply, wrapping her hand around his cock. ‘I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am.”

No, I suppose not, Jayne thought, as he thrust up into her hand. Kaylee twisted and pulled on his erection and Jayne moaned. He looked down at her, and she smiled at him. A smile that was as far away from innocent as he profession was from legal.

“So no stopping then?” He was asking for permission and they both knew it. He wouldn’t take anything from her.

“No stopping.” She said and he pulled her close kissing her again. What ever she asked for, he would give her.

***

It was very early when Jayne woke. Serenity was quiet and he thought this would be the perfect chance for him to slip unnoticed from Kaylee’s bunk to his own. In the semi darkness, he fumbled with his clothes and was just about to climb up the ladder, when a voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Leaving so soon?” Turning, he saw Kaylee sitting up, her hair mussed and looking half asleep.

“Yeah, well, I thought it would be best.” He glanced down at the floor. Feeling slightly guilty for wanting to leave without saying a word.

"Yeah, you’re probably right. Best to keep it a secret.” Kaylee voice was level, something that he wasn’t expecting. When he looked up at her, she smiled at him. “I’m not a child Jayne, or a blushing virgin. I know what last night was about. It was fun, so thank you.”

He looked at her, surprise written clearly all over his face. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it clearly wasn’t this. Kaylee got off of her cot and made her way over to him, not caring that she was naked. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him once, softly on the lips.

“Go on, get out of her before Mal catches you. He’ll have you head if he finds out.” Kaylee smiled and Jayne found himself smiling back. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her just a bit harder.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

“Maybe, sometime.” Kaylee laughed softly, ”Now get out of here before the Capitan wakes up. You’d be no good to me if you lost your head.”

Fin.

mnemosyne_erato @ 2005-10-18T18:27:00

2005-10-19T00:28:27Z

His stash, Charlie realises one day, is holding up pretty well, all things considered. He thinks that , given the circumstances, it should have run out days ago, but its still there, burning a hole in his pocket or his shoe, or wherever he happens to hide it when someone comes upon him. That is really his problem, an exterme lack of privacy. No cubicle he can disappear into, no darkened corner. Sometimes its hard to find a place on the island to take a piss, let alone get high. Noone wants to leave the beach once it gets dark, for fear of whatever is lurking in the jungle. And almost everytime he sneaks away durning the day, it feels like there are 47 pairs of eyes watching him. Its enough to make anyone paranoid.

mnemosyne_erato @ 2005-10-18T00:58:00

2005-10-18T07:00:19Z

I wrote this last night just before I fell asleep. Just a bit of pointless fluff, but it makes me smile.

Nine/Rose
150 words

Disclaimer: The Doctor and Rose belong to people who are not me, I just muck about with them sometimes :)

One moment she was teasing the Doctor, the next he had her pinned to the control panel, kissing her hard. His hands gripped her tightly, his fingers tugging at her clothing.

She tensed at the suddenness of it, but quickly relaxed, moaning softly. When he pulled away, she was glad of a chance to breathe. She looked up at him, her vision hazy with desire.

“What did you go and do that for?” She asked, her voice rougher then she would have liked.

“To stop you from wittering on all night.” His tone was light, teasing. Though he had stopped kissing her, he still held her close.

“I was not wittering on, I was merely pointing out…”

Rose was cut off by The Doctor’s lips once more, and she couldn’t help but smile. If this was the result, she planned on wittering on a whole lot more in the future.

mnemosyne_erato @ 2005-10-07T22:40:00

2005-10-08T04:42:06Z

For Eowyn

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

More of what I've been reading

2005-10-02T03:13:59Z

1) The Horse and his Boy by CS Lewis

2) Amiee by Mary Beth Miller

3) The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan

4) Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince by JK Rowling

5) Mort by Terry Pratchett

6) Doctor Who- An Unearthly Child by Terrance Dicks

7) Lisa Maria's Guide for the Perplexed by Susan Hubbard

8) Paladin of Souls by Lois McMaster Bujold

9) Mobile Suit GundamSEED Vol. I by Hajime Yatate, Yoshiyuki Tomino and Masatsugu Iwase

mnemosyne_erato @ 2005-08-29T00:17:00

2005-08-29T06:34:25Z

Title: Pray, Love, Remember
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: Billy/Dominic
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Billy and Dominic are real people and therefore belong to themselves. This is fiction pure and simple.
Archive: Just here
Author's Notes: Written for jenish for the slashy_letters AU exchange. She asked for one or other of them doesn't get the job/the job is different. Fic to take place AFTER the events in LotR or filming. and this is what I came up with. I'd tell you what makes it an AU, but it would ruin the surprise :D

"Hello? Hi mum…no I got back a couple of hours ago…it went really well, I think it went really well…not really, its hard to be nervous when the director is sat there with no shoes on…honest to god mum, no shoes and shorts…he's really great though…I don't know, there were about 7 of us there today, they said they would let me know in the next couple of weeks…I would love it, but I'm not getting my hopes up in case I don't get it…you're my mom, you're suppose to say that…Of course, you'll be the first one I call…promise…okay, I love you too, bye"

The call Dominic was hoping for never came.

***

5th Jan. 2004

So here I am sitting on the train, on my way to Glasgow. I got the job playing Horatio in a production of Hamlet. So that is one acting dream realised. I guess you could say I'm excited.

The sky is overcast and it has been trying to rain all morning, its quite soothing actually. I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is going to happen, only I don't know what or when, so I'm feeling a bit anxious. If the sun was out I'd probably be feeling a lot worse. I'll take the rain and the gray and not complain.

D.

***
"I hope the trip up wasn't too horrid." Dominic followed the director, Grace something or other, as she made her way through the twisting corridors back stage. Where they were headed, Dominic had no idea.

"It was alright, I took the earliest train I could. There was hardly anyone on it." Dominic smiled at her and Grace smiled back. He took her to be around 35, maybe a bit older. Her red hair was tied back into a no nonsense ponytail and she was wearing jeans. He liked her already in spite of having only known her for less then an hour.

"I'm going to take you to the wardrobe department right now, otherwise Lillian will have a fit. She's already complaining that she will never have the costumes done in time. But she always says that, and they are always done with plenty of time to spare. And besides there is someone I need you to meet." Grace opened a door and ushered Dominic inside.

The wardrobe department was one long room. Bolts of fabric stood against one wall, a row of sewing machines against the opposite. Running down the center of the room was a long table, covered in pattern pieces, fabric remnants and various other bits. At the end of the table, standing on a stool was a young man, half naked, with his back to Dominic.

"If you move one more time, I'm going to stab you with a pin." Dominic assumed that that was Lillian.

"Are you mistreating my actors again Lillian?" Grace voice was light, teasing. Lillian turned to stare at her, but a smile threaten the corners of her mouth.

"If Mr. Boyd here doesn't learn to stand still, I soon will be." Dominic's stomach did a slow flip. No it couldn't be.

"Well in that case, I dare say Mr. Boyd would deserve it." Grace walked down the length of the table; Dominic followed closely behind, "And look who I found loitering outside the theatre. This is Dominic Monaghan, he's our Horatio."

Two pairs of eyes turned to take him in. One was gray and looked him up and down, as if measuring him. The other was green and bright. They pinned him in their gaze and Dominic felt his mouth go dry.

"Dominic, this is Lillian, our wondrous costume designer. And the fellow with next to nothing on is Billy, he's playing Hamlet."

"I know who he is." Dominic was startled to hear his own voice, and he turned every shade of red possible to the human body. He shook his head to clear it, "Sorry, I just never thought I'd be meeting you." He held out his hand and Billy shook it. His hand was small, but his grip strong.

"Pleasure. I would like to say Grace has told me so much about you, but that’s not true." Billy's voice was just as bright as his eyes, and his accent made Dominic's knees go a bit weak. Never in a million years did he ever think he would meet Billy Boyd, let alone act in the same play. It made his head spin just a bit.

"Not much to tell really." he muttered.

"I've got to run, I've got to meet with our stage manager. Boys be good and do what Lillian tells you to. Billy, why don't you take Dominic out for a pint or something. Get to know each other better." Grace waved to them and left the wardrobe room.

"You're mine now Mr. Monaghan. If you'd be so kind as to get your kit off, I'll be with you as soon as I'm done with Mr. Boyd here." Lillian gave Dominic a look and he knew that there was going to be no arguing with her. He could hear Billy laugh. What have I gotten myself into he wondered.

***
"So you've worked with her before?"

“Who, Grace?” Billy took a sip of his beer. They had started out at a little café three blocks from the theatre, which lead to lunch, then Billy’s local for a couple of pints and a few friendly games of pool. When Dominic had lost three games in a row, he called a halt to pool. They now sat in a booth, nursing pints.

“Yeah.”

Billy shook his head “I was suppose to, but Lord of The Rings kind of prevented it. But at least she was cool enough to realise that Rings was a once in a lifetime experience.”

"I auditioned for Lord of The rings, but I didn't get the part, obviously." Dominic took another swallow of beer. Billy shifted in his seat to move closer to Dominic. Dominic tried to stay relaxed, but it was hard when Billy was so close that he could reach out and touch him. He took a deep breath and another sip of beer.

"I didn't know that. What part did you read for?"

"Samwise."

"That’s cool. I could see you making a decent Sam. You probably would have been better then the guy who did get the part."

"I thought he was brilliant."

"As an actor, yes he was good, but off screen he was a bit cold. We were there for so long that we became a family. One huge dysfunctional family and Edward refused to be a part of that. In the beginning we tried to get him to loosen up but after the first few months we gave it up as a lost cause. It was never going to happen."

"So are the rumors true?" Dominic had no idea where that question came from, but it was too late to take it back.

"Which rumors would those be?" Billy gave Dominic a look, like he was trying to evade the question, but not at the same time.

"The ones about Viggo Mortensen and Sean Bean and you and Elijah Wood. The ones that say you were more then just cast mates and friends."

"We were all very close, or almost all of us. We spent 15 months together, living in each other pockets; it wouldn't be that strange if some relationships did form between some of us. And that is all I'm going to say to someone I just met." He gave Dominic a cheeky grin that said as much as it hid, and Dominic took that to mean yes.

***
5th Jan. 2004

Fucking Billy “Frodo Baggins “ Boyd. That’s who I’m playing opposite of.

Billy Fucking Boyd. It’s a fucking wet dream come true. His eyes really are that green.

I could be in serious trouble here.

D.

***
"Alright so now that we have all been introduced to one another, lets get down to business shall we." Grace's voice was light, yet everyone knew a command when the heard one," As you all know we are doing Hamlet, but here is the twist that you didn't know. As of this moment Hamlet is gay." She turned to look at Billy, "Are you alright with that Billy?"

"No problems here."

“Same thing goes for Horatio. We are going with the idea that they were or are lovers. Alright by you Dom?” Dominic nodded

"Well of course Dom would have no problem playing gay." Laughter came from the dark haired guy sitting behind them.

"I wouldn't laugh too hard Colin, Laertes is gay too." Colin stopped laughing.

Billy turned to Dominic with a puzzled look on his face.

"I was in Queer as Folk. I played Nathan, the gay 15 year old." He leaned over to Billy and whispered in his ear, "I like blokes in real life too." He winked at Billy, who gave him a guarded smile. Well that was one confession out of the way.

“Hamlet's homosexuality is the main reason he spurns Ophelia which causes her insanity. We are going to have to rework some scenes, but in the end it will be fairly true to what Shakespeare wrote. We are even doing traditional costuming for this one, unlike last time."

Grace continued talking, but Dominic hardly heard her, he was too busy watching Billy out of the corner of his eye. Since his little comment, Billy had shifted to sit a little bit closer to Dominic. And that made him very happy.

***
17th Jan. 2004.

Oh god I am so exhausted. Today has been my first day off in ages, and all I’ve done is sleep. In the bed, on the couch, and one time on the floor after I fell off the couch and was too tired to get back up. Grace is a sadist let me tell you. An evil mean sadist disguised in the body of a school marm. I had to learn how to fence, can you fucking believe that, fence. It just never stops.

There is only one thing that keeps me getting out of bed every day and dragging my ass down to the theatre and that is a wee Scotsman that goes by the name Billy Boyd. And I thought I had a crush on him before. It’s exploded exponentially. All I want to do when I’m around him is touch him.

And we get on so well, that is the scary part. I mean its like we are two halves of some other whole. I could see myself with him in the long term. I’ve never thought this way about another bloke or woman, ever.

I think he might like me too. I’ve never gotten a straight answer about his sexuality. I keep disguising the question and he’s evasive about the answer. Maybe I should just ask him flat out, instead of beating around the bush. But he flirts constantly, and God help me I flirt back. Grace thinks we have excellent chemistry on stage, but more often then not, it continues when we are off stage. I want him so badly, but I don’t want to fuck this up. Rock, meet hard place.

D.

***
It’s just dinner, that’s all, nothing more, Dominic thought as he made his way up Billy’s front walk. He glanced down at his watch, 10 after 7. He was late; he hoped Billy wasn’t too mad.

When he knocked, Billy opened the door with a smile, “You’re late.”

“I got lost.”

“No worries, this is a tricky neighbourhood. Come in.” Billy stepped aside, letting Dominic step past him.

“I brought this.” He handed Billy a carrier bag, “Its just some wine, I wasn’t’ sure if you drank white or red, so I got both.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I drink both then isn’t it? Just make yourself at home. Dinner should be ready in about 15 minutes.” Billy took the wine and disappeared into the kitchen.

Dominic wandered into the living room, his attention drawn to the mantle of the small fireplace. It was covered in frames, pictures of who assumed were Billy’s family and friends. And there, in the center of them, a picture of the hobbits.

“Viggo took that one, just before the snow shut down the shoot for the day. The four hobbits stopping for second breakfast. He gave it to me for Christmas.” Billy handed him a glass of wine.

“Who’s that?” Dominic pointed to an old black and white photo of a couple in their wedding clothes.

“My mom and dad on their wedding day. They died when I was young. We grew up with our Gran.” He pointed to a picture of an older woman in a garish red hat, “That picture was taken on her birthday last year, She’s a pistol my Gran.”

Dominic nodded his head, enjoying hearing about Billy. It wasn’t anything new, almost every article he had read about Billy mentioned that his parents had died when he was barely a teenager. But some how it was different to hear it from his own lips, to see the faces that went along with the stories.

“And is that Margaret?” Dominic pointed to a photo of a young woman, surrounded by kids.

“Yeah. That is her and the very first class she taught. She teaches elementary school.” Billy let his eyes drift to Dominic’s; “I keep forgetting that my life is an open book now, with all the press from Rings. When I’m back here, I tend to forget about Hollywood and the fact that I’m suppose to be famous. It always comes as a shock.”

“Do you like Hollywood?”

“Nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there. I go and visit Elijah and Sean a few times a year, but I prefer to live here. I’ve been thinking about moving to London, my agent keeps saying that it would be good for my career, and she might be right. I could compromise with London, but no desire to move to LA, to much damn sun to start with. I like the gray of Scotland thank you very much.” He laughed, “How about you? Any desire to run off to LA?”

“Not really. I’m pretty content with just living and working here for now. I was talking to Russell a couple of days ago and he wants me to come in and audition for Doctor Who. He says he has a part I would be perfect for. That is one of my acting dreams right there, being on Doctor Who.”

In the kitchen a timer went off.

“That would be dinner. Nothing fancy, just Shepard’s Pie. Although I did have to wrestle the recipe away from my sister. “ Billy reached down and took Dominic’s hand and lead him into the kitchen. He smiled and when Billy saw, he smiled back. Tonight might mean the start of something more then just dinner.

***

Dominic was stuffed. It had been awhile since he had anything that was close to a home cooked meal, so he enjoyed it. After dinner, Billy made coffee and they moved back into the living room. Billy made a fire and Dominic felt content. They sat on his small couch, shoulder touching, laughing at everything and nothing. Billy regaled him with stories about his time in New Zealand, and Dominic talked about the trails of making TV shows.

“So, how does a guy go from making a show like Hetty Wainthropp Investigates to one like Queer as Folk?”

“Sheer dumb luck. Russell had seen me in Hetty and called my agent and said that he wanted me for Folk. When I went in to read for the part I had no idea what the show was going to be like and when I did find out, I had a brief moment of panic. I was worried about what my mom would say.” Dominic laughed, “Then I thought, who cares what she thinks, so I took the job. My mom loved it, and in the long run it was the best thing that could have happened to my career and my love life.”

“So you’re gay?” Dominic was startled by the bluntness of Billy’s question.

“For the most part, I suppose. I still like women, I just like men more. I don’t really think about it in terms of gay or straight, I just am.” Dominic shrugged his shoulders, “And what about you? Gay, bi, undecided?”

“Bi, I guess. Although celibate is probably a more accurate description of my sex life at the moment. It’s been too long since the last time.”

“So you and Elijah?”

Billy nodded, “Yeah we were lovers, sometimes still are. He was the first man I had ever been with. I was his first too. While we were in New Zealand, it was kind of a comfort thing and now falling into bed with him is just habit. I don’t regret any of it though.”

They fell into a very comfortable silence, Billy staring at the fire and Dominic staring at Billy’s profile. He reached out and took Billy’s hand and their fingers entwined like it was the most natural thing in the world. They had an understanding and for the moment that was enough for Dominic.

***
2oth Jan. 2004

He knows and he likes me too.

I’m doomed.

D.

***
A week later found Dominic back at Billy’s flat for dinner. That day they had been rehearsing Hamlet death scene and they were both shattered physically and mentally. Dinner had consisted of take away curry and several cans of beer. Grace had told them they could have the next day off and by some silent understanding they both knew they needed to get drunk.

Dominic was sprawled out on the living room floor, staring at the ceiling. Billy was on the couch, staring at Dominic. They hadn’t said much all night.

“So is it true that they gave you one of the rings?” Dominic rolled onto his side to look at Billy.

“Yes, they did. Everyone got something, at the end of pick ups for Fellowship Peter and Fran gave me one of the rings. I got Sting as well.” Billy pointed at the sword that hung on his wall.

“Can I see it?”

“The ring?”

“Yeah?” Dominic noticed a shadow that crossed Billy’s face, but Billy still nodded. Standing on unsteady feet, Billy made his way to the armoire in the corner of the room. Reaching in, he pulled out a nondescript wooden box. He sank to the floor next to Dominic before opening it.

Inside was another wooden box, ornately carved. Billy opened it and nestled in the black velvet was the ring, still on its chain. Dominic eyes widened and he looked from it to Billy and back again. He missed the dark that clouded his friend’s eyes.

“Can I touch it?” Billy hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. Dominic picked it up and let his fingers run over it. He couldn’t quite believe he was touching the One Ring.

“I wore that ring almost every day for 15 months. It was my reason for living some days.” Billy’s voice was small and Dominic looked at him, saw the shadows that haunted his face. Shadows that weren’t there an hour before. Billy reached out and took the ring from Dominic. Dominic watched as Billy’s fingers caressed the ring in a way that he knew so well. It was how Frodo touched the ring. Then suddenly Billy stopped, he put the ring back in its box and hid it in back in the armoire. Dominic said nothing, but when Billy returned to sit next to him, he let an arm curl around Billy’s back.

“I still dream about it you know?”

“Dream about what?”

“Mordor, Mount Doom, the Ring.” Dominic looked into Billy’s eyes, but Billy was a world away, “Sometimes I wake and I feel like I’m choking on dust and that I’ll never see the sun again. On my hardest days in New Zealand, Elijah was always there, he let me know that it was just a dream, and that eventually I’d wake up and be myself again. But sometimes when I’m alone, I know that a little part of my soul will always be lost to the dark.”

Billy fell silent but still Dominic held him. In the next moment, Billy leaned and kissed Dominic. The suddenness of it startled him, but soon he was returning Billy’s rather desperate kiss. Billy’s fingers tugged at his clothes and Dominic’s arms tightened around Billy, and they both fell to the floor. Dominic moaned when he felt Billy’s erection against his thigh. Billy pulled out of the kiss and started down at Dominic.

“Stay tonight, please. I can’t be alone.” His voice sounded small and scared, and Dominic couldn’t say no even if he wanted too. He nodded and Billy pulled him up from the floor, and led him by the hand to his bedroom.

***

3rd Feb. 2004

Opening night is in two days, and then the run is two weeks. But who cares about that when I spent the night at Billy’s last night.

I stayed the night and had perhaps the best sex of my life. It was amazing. Billy is amazing. He just bared himself to me, body and soul and I drank it in. I gave him everything I could, god it makes me hard just thinking about it. I need to be with him, I crave him like air. I think I might love him.

LAST NIGHT I FUCKED BILLY BOYD AND MY LIFE IS NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME AGAIN!!!

No one will fucking believe it.

D.

***

“Hey Billy, have you seen my journal?” Dominic was tossing things off his makeup counter, looking for his journal. He knew it was there earlier, he remembered writing in it.

“Is this it?” Billy asked, holding out the black leather bound book. Dominic could read his face. He looked angry but was trying to hide it.

“Thanks, “Dominic took the book from Billy, but eyed his suspiciously, “Are you alright Billy?”

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be fine? You seem to think I’m amazing, and a great lay too.” Billy’s voice was angry and Dominic went red.

“Did you read my journal Billy?” His voice was quite; he was amazed at how calm he sounded, considering he was shaking inside.

‘Well it was just sitting there on the counter, open for the whole world to see. I’m actually glad I did, otherwise I might not have discovered the truth about you.”

“I can’t believe you did that. You had no right.” Now it was Dominic’s turn to be angry. He trusted Billy, and it felt like Billy had taken that trust and thrown it back at him.

“I think I had every right, especially when you went on for pages on how it felt to fuck me. How it felt to have my cock in your ass, how you loved every fucking second of it.” Dominic reeled back, as if Billy had slapped him, but Billy moved to stand right next to him. “Let me tell you what you are, you’re a star fucker Dom, a fucking groupie who can’t wait to run home to Manchester and tell all your little friends that you’ve been fucking Billy Boyd.”

“I would never do that, Billy, I …”

Billy cut him off, “I don’t want to hear it Dom, you’re just like every other guy I’ve been with since Rings. You’re only with me because I’m famous, well that stops now, we’re finished.” And with that Billy threw the door open and stormed out. Dominic clutched his journal to his chest and sank defeated into his chair.

“I love you Billy.” But there was no one there to hear it.

***
19th Feb. 2004

One more night and I’m going home. Thank God. The past week has been hellish. Billy convinced Grace to get him a new dressing room so unless we are on stage, I never see him. It feels like someone has torn my heart out of my chest. Fuck, I miss him so much. I don’t even know what the hell happened. One moment I was going to tell him how I felt, the next he’s calling me a star fucker and walking away from me.

I wish I could hate him, but I can’t, I love him.

D.

***
The theatre was packed to capacity. It was shaping up to be an amazing closing night, but Dominic felt nothing. He was numb, had been numb since Billy walked away from him. Just one more night, one more night. That was his new mantra; one more night and he could put the whole experience behind him.

On cue, he walked on stage as Horatio, leaving Dominic and his broken heart in the wings. His parents and brother were somewhere in the audience so he wanted to be good for them. Wanted to show the world that he didn’t need Billy Boyd. And maybe one day he would believe it himself.

***
The stage lights were bright in Dominic’s eyes and he knew there were tears. Billy lay close to the edge of the stage, his hands reaching for him, or for Horatio. Dominic went to him with the chalice of poisoned wine, he knew his role and he would play it.

“As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.” He grasped Dominic’s hand and pulled him close, they could hear the commotion from backstage, “What warlike noise is this?”

“Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley.”

“O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited. The rest is silence.” Billy’s hand went slack in his and his body relaxed. Hamlet was dead leaving Horatio to mourn.

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!” Dominic leaned over Billy’s prone body, and kissed his lips one final time. He lingered for a moment, trying to memorise how they felt against his. His tears fell on Billy’s face but Billy didn’t move.

“I love you.” He whispered as he heard Fortinbras and his soldiers come on stage. He thought he heard Billy gasp, but he was sure he imagined it.

It was his last confession, now he could go home.

***
“Hello? Hi mom…no I was just packing…day after tomorrow…Of course I’m excited, its Doctor Who, and it will be nice to work with Russell again…Yes I’ll tell him you said hi…Yes, I’m still coming to tea tomorrow, like I would leave with out saying goodbye to you and Dad…well you raised me right…I gotta go Mom, there’s someone knocking on the door…I’ll see you tomorrow…love you too, bye”

Dominic hung up the phone and made his way to the door of his flat. He figured it was one of his mates, so he was surprised to find that green eyed Scot standing on his doorstep.

“Billy?”

“Hi. So are you going to invite me in?” Dominic stepped aside and let Billy in.

“Going somewhere?” Billy asked, motioned to the suitcases on the couch.

“Yeah, I’m leaving for Cardiff day after tomorrow. Got a job.” He replied, running his hands through his hair. He refused to look Billy in the eyes, because he knew it would be the end of him if he did.

‘Oh yeah, what kind of job?” Billy was looking at his shoes.

“I got a part on Doctor Who. Character named Mickey Smith.”

“That’s great, I know how much you wanted it.”

“Thanks. Congratulations on the Oscar by the way. I watched the awards with my mom, she thought you looked really handsome in the kilt.” Dominic smiled when Billy blushed.

They fell silent and Dominic wondered why Billy was here, why now, after 6 months of nothing.

“So, I…” Billy began.

“Why are you here Billy? Why now?” He took a chance and looked at Billy. Billy shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, not really. I just got in my car this morning and started driving. Ended up here. Lucky for me you’re listed in the phonebook. I needed to ask you something.” For the first time Billy looked at him, and Dominic held his gaze.

“Yeah, what?”

“What you said on closing night, the thing you whispered in my ear, did you mean it?”

“Yeah I meant it.” Dominic wanted to be a smartass, make Billy repeat it, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes.” He had nothing to hide, “Why did you wait 6 months to ask me?”

“Because of my pride, I didn’t want to admit that I made a mistake. I can be a stubborn bastard when I want to be. Maggie gave me a talking to and set me right. I’m sorry Dom, about those things I said, I didn’t mean it. I was feeling vulnerable and scared and I lashed out. I’m so very sorry. Can you forgive me?” He held his hands out to Dominic. Without thinking twice Dominic took them.

“Yes, I can forgive you.” And he was kissing Billy and it felt like it always had, the most amazing thing in the world.

“Now what?” Billy asked when they finally pulled apart.

“Come to Cardiff with me?”

“I’ve never been, it could be fun.”

Fin.

Love Letters (P/M, Nc17)

2005-07-04T01:42:07Z

Love Letters
By Kimber Leigh
Pippin/Merry
Oh so Nc17 (YAY for hobbit smut)
The above mentioned hobbits do not belong to me. I'm just playing around.
Written for makeyourmusic for the second round at slashy_letters

10th October 1428

Dearest Pip,

My love, do you remember what today is?

On this day 8 years ago we moved into Crickhollow. On this day my whole life started again. Today is our anniversary.

It had all been Frodo’s idea you know. He had given me the keys, had told me to make a home for you and myself until duty required us to return to Tuckbrough and Buckland. He was a smart one, that cousin of ours.

Do you remember how it rained that day? The last rain before the frost would come? I arrived that morning to get things ready for you arrival at sunset. I had things all planned out and they had to be perfect, because I knew that I would never forget this day as long as I lived.

Do you remember that first night in Crickhollow? You have never been more beautiful to me then you were on that night. You were like a knight out of some grand tale. But then, I guess you really were, in your Gondor livery.

I heard you as you crossed the threshold of our home and it took all of my will not to run to you, but that would have ruined my surprise. I listened in agony, a sweet sweet agony, as you moved slowly through the house. I could hear you calling my name, but I said nothing, I just waited knowing sooner or later you would find me.

And the look that crossed your face when you finally did. The surprise, then that slow sweet smile that made my blood rush and my cock hard. What did I look like to you then, lying naked on that big bed, my skin flushed in the candlelight? My cock hard and erect, just begging for your attention.

You just stood there, in the doorway, staring. I climbed off the bed, and moved to stand next to you. “Welcome Home Peregrin Took”, and then I kissed you. It was slow, and soft and I felt the excitement build from the tips of my toes. And I know you felt it too because in an instant you had you arms around me and were pulling me close. I could feel your erection burning hotly against my bare skin. I moaned then, and not for the last time that night.

Have I ever told you Pippin, how much I love kissing you? No one in any land of Middle Earth kisses like you. And I’ve kissed my fair share. Your lips are soft and demanding at the same time. Your tongue, slick and hot. Your kisses are never selfish, you give so much of yourself in a kiss, and sometimes I want to kiss you until you have nothing left to give. I want to spend the rest of my life kissing you.

I took hold of you hand, pulling you into the bedroom. I undressed you then, slowly, carefully kissing and touching every part of your body that I bared. I led you to the bed and laid you down carefully, kissing you hard, moving my cock against yours. Moving down your body, nipping and kissing. I could feel you shudder under my hands and it caused a shiver to run down my spine.

No one has ever been able to arouse me the way that you do. No one will ever be able to take me to the heights that you can. That is one of the reasons why I love you so hopelessly. No matter what happens in our lives, I will always be yours Peregrin. Always.

When I reached your cock, I felt you grip my shoulder, and I looked up at you. I could see the lust in your eyes, and under that the love. As much as I’m yours, you are mine. Never tearing my eyes from yours, I ran my tongue over your cock and then closed my mouth around it. Gods, how wonderful did you taste that night. You tasted like rain and trees and that distinct flavour that is all you own. How I love it.

I sucked on your cock like my life depended on it. I could hear you moan, feel your hands gripping my head, pulling my hair and it all made me more and more aroused. I wanted to keep going, make you fall apart, but I had something else on my mind for that night. Just before you came, I pulled off your cock. You looked disappointed and angry, but I just smiled.

“I have something else planned, “ was all I said before I slid off the bed and moved to the dresser. The vial was right where I had put it; I returned to the bed and gave it to you. You looked me in the eye and I knew you didn’t believe me, what I was asking from you.

“You don’t have to” you told me. “I want to” I replied and you just nodded your head. You knew what I was asking without me having to put it into words. In all the time we had been fooling around together, it was the only thing I would not, could not do. Not that you didn’t try to convince me. But that night, it was time.

Pushing me onto my back, you moved over me, kissing me deeply. I felt your knee nudge my legs apart. What ever you wanted from me I would give you. You took my cock in one hand, gently stroking in, while the fingers of your other hand dipped behind my scrotum and ghosted over my opening. “Relax Merry,” and you pushed one finger inside.

My breath caught in my throat and I whimpered. I could hear you telling me to relax, to breath and I did, just enough for you to slid another finger inside of me. As you moved those fingers inside of me, all the while stroking my cock, I was awash in sensations. This was beyond anything I had been expecting. I moaned, calling your name in a strangled voice.

When you pulled your fingers out of me, I felt bereft at the loss. I watched through half lidded eyes as you opened the vial and coated yourself in the oil (which was also Frodo’s idea). You took hold of your cock and rubbed the head against my opening, and I moaned again, pushing against it. Sweeping your arms under my legs you pushed me into a position where I could see everything.

“Watch,” you said, and I could do nothing but. I watched as you slowly, oh so slowly pushed inside of me. I tried to breath, tried to relax but this was too much. I felt you stop and I felt you kiss me, “It will only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

Again you started to push and I let myself relax, knowing that you would never lie to me. I watched wide-eyed as your cock disappeared inside of me. I almost came right then. When you were totally inside of me, you just stopped and let me feel it. I was full, complete in a way that had never happened before and it was glorious. We really had been made for one another, otherwise how could we have fit so well?

I begged you to move, to make love to me and you did. I threw my head back and just let myself feel it. It hurt and burned and I loved every moment of it. I felt how your fingers dug into my hips. I could feel the sweat that fell from your forehead onto mine. I reached between us and took hold of my cock, which was by then so hard that it hurt. With a couple of strokes I came so hard I saw stars, my cum sticky between us, your name on my lips.

And you kept up the pace, but I knew you were close because your thrusts were becoming erratic. I pulled your head down and kissed you hard. “Give it to me,” I whispered, and you came. That may have been the best moment of my life. After so long of feeling like an outsider, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere again.

The mere memory of that night makes my blood rush and gets me aroused, and you are nowhere near. Our times together are too short and too far between. Sometimes I think I might die of the want of feeling you inside of me again. But I do take some comfort in the fact Yule is fast approaching and we will be together again at Crickhollow. Some time together is better then no time together.

Until Yule comes I will be thinking about you.

Yours forever,
Merry.

***

By the time he reached the end of the letter, Pippin’s hands were shaking and his cock hard inside his breeches. Leave it to Merry to send him a letter like that. Pippin had not forgotten that day, and he was glad Merry remembered it so well. A knock at his study door startled him. Diamond poked her head inside.

“What are you reading?”

“Just a letter from Merry. Finalizing our plans to visit with Sam over Yule. You don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all. I know you boys need some time away from us women folk. Now come to bed.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Diamond smiled and closed the door. Waiting a heartbeat, then another, Pippin opened a box on his desk and placed Merry’s letter inside, along with every other love letter Merry had written. He locked the box, hiding the key in a drawer.

He would reply in the morning.

Fin?

Why am I not surprised?

2005-05-26T05:32:16Z

be sorted @ nimbo.net

The Last of the Summer Berries (Merry/Pippin/Lilly)

2005-03-02T08:35:52Z

Title: The Last of the Summer Berries
Author: Kimber Leigh
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Merry/Pippin/Lilly
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: Merry and Pippin belong to people who are not me, but Lilly is a product of my imgination.
Archive: here and Of Elves and Men
Author's Notes: Written for slodwick's "Picture is worth 1000 words" challenge. I had alot of fun writting this one. My picture can be found here

Lilly Goodbody arrived at the Smials in early July. She was a distant relation to the Tooks, and a
close friend of Pervinca. She was to spend the rest of the summer in Tuckbrough, returning home
later in the fall.

The first thing Pippin noticed about her was her smile. Bright and wide, it hid everything and
nothing. And her laugh, because she was always laughing at one thing or another. Not to mention
the fact that her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Everytime she smiled at him, or laughed at something he said, Pippin felt himself fall more in love.

***

Meriadoc Brandybuck arrived in Tuckbrough Lammas morning. Within minutes of his arrival, he
and Pippin were attached to at the hip, and noone really raised an eyebrow, but Lilly heard what
some people were saying when they thought she wasn’t listening.

“Closer then brothers” they would say with a smile and a wink. Relationships of that nature were
not uncommon between young hobbits. And it was expected that they would be “grown out of”
when a hobbit reached the ripe old age of 33. But as she watched Merry and Pippin, Lilly felt they
were the exception to the rule.

***

“So who is she?” Merry asked, motioning towards the red haired hobbit lass. He had only been
introduced to Lilly that afternoon, and knew little about her.

“Who, Lilly? She’s a friend of Pervinca’s and a distant cousin of sorts.” Pippin took a drink of his
ale.

“She’s pretty.” Merry said very matter of factly.

“That she is.” Pippin took another swallow and Merry saw him blush. He loved it when Pippin
blushed.

“You like her, don’t you?” Pippin blushed even harder and Merry laughed, “Well, we’ll have do
something about that.”

“Merry, don’t even kid.”

“Who says I’m kidding?”

***

Lilly quietly made her way down the darkened halls in the vague direction of her bedchambers.
She needed a break from the festivities and all the young men who hovered around Pervinca and
her friends. As soon as they had found out she was not betrothed they all converged on her, and it
had made her very uncomfortable. Her mother would be disappointed that she did not take this
opportunity to find a husband. Lilly tried not to think about that.

A strangled moan and the spill of candle light caught her attention and she quietly moved down the
hall.

***
Lilly nudged the door open just enough so she could see.

Merry, his clothing askew, was laid out on the bed, his hands gripping at the blankets under him.
Pippin, draped over his legs, sucked eagerly on Merry’s cock. Lilly felt herself blush, knowing she
should leave, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away. So it was true, all the whispers she had heard
since Merry’s arrival, that the two of them were much more then cousins and friends.

Merry gave a soft cry and came. That was when Lilly thought of a plan. She disappeared the way
she came.

***
A soft knock at the door startled Merry out of his post orgasmic haze. Fumbling, he tried to pull his
clothes into some semblance of order. He could see Pippin turn white, then flush furiously. He
knew they had been caught.

“Yes?” his voice cracked.

Lilly nudged the door open with her hip. In her hands was a tray covered in food. She moved into
the room, closing the door behind her.

“I thought you might be hungry.” Smiling, she placed the tray on bed.

Merry looked from Pippin, to Lilly and back again. Pippin smiled.

“Join us?” Merry asked.

***

Bread, cheese, some fruit and a chilled bottle of berry wine. Pippin was amazed that Lilly was able
to smuggle these things out of the kitchen, and he told her so. Lilly just laughed.

“The trick my young Took, is not to get caught. And besides, Cook is out at the celebration.” Pippin
laughed at that.

Lilly picked up a yellow plate with three red strawberries on it. She offered the plate to Pippin then
Merry.

“They were all I could find.”

“They are perfect.” Pippin replied, “Just like you.”

Lilly blushed, but still let Pippin feed her the berry.

***

The first touch of Pippin’s lips to hers caused her body to catch fire. His lips were soft, his tongue
slick as it licked at her lips, seeking entrance. Lilly moaned softly and open to him. Her hands
tangled in his hair, her tongue sliding against his. She felt him moan.

She could feel Merry’s hands on her, loosening and removing her bodice. She made no move to
stop him. Somewhere in her mind she knew her mother would be scandalised if she ever found
out. But she had no plans on telling her mother. Tonight was for her alone.

***

Lilly had him pinned to the bed, and when she lowered herself onto his erection, Pippin almost
came. It felt like nothing he knew. Hot, slick and tight, it made him moan loudly. Lilly looked down
on him smiling wide.

When Merry entered her from behind, Pippin felt it. It sent shockwaves though all three of them.
Lilly set the pace, rocking against him then away. It was only a short time before he was lost to
sensation of it, drowning in a bliss that made his toes curl. He came, her name and Merry’s
together in a tangled cry.

***

They laid together for a long while after it was all over. Hands moving softly of sweat drenched
skin. Lilly stirred first, sitting up, casting a look around for her clothes.

“I should go. Pervinca will be wondering where I got to.” Merry took her hand and pulled her back
down between himself and Pippin. Pippin wrapped an arm around her waist.

“She’ll just think you went off with some young hobbit or another. Everyone does at a party like
this.” he kissed her hand before leaning in for a proper kiss, “And besides, we aren’t finished with
you yet.”

FIN

Suddenly (Billy and Dom, Nc17)

2005-03-02T08:03:58Z

Title: Suddenly
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Only in my imgination people.
Archive: here and Of Elves and Men
Feedback: Oh yes please
Author's Notes: Written for ckdutchess for the first slashy_letters exchange.

Dom was floating. Or maybe he was sinking. He wasn’t totally sure, wasn’t sure if it really mattered.
He was slowly and steadly getting drunk on the wonderful amber coloured scotch that Billy kept
pouring into his glass. Scotch that slid down his throat and busily warmed him from the inside out.
After a day of being battered around by the New Zealand waves, this was exactly what he needed.
Just the two of them and this wonderful bottle of twelve year old scotch.

Moving his head to the side, Dom stared intently at Billy’s profile. Within moments Billy turned to
meet Dom’s eyes. He grinned.

“You’re wasted aren’t you?” Dom returned Billy’s grin with one of his own.

“ ‘M not, pleastantly tipsy. But if I have anymore of that,” he pointed to the bottle on the table, “I
certainly will be.”

“I take it you like my taste in scotch?” Billy took another swallow, “It has to better then that swill you
normally buy.” Dom justed snorted. But he knew Billy had a point.

“So what happened to everyone else? I thought we were all going out clubbing. I haven’t seen Lij
and Orli since dinner.”

“Elijah and Orlando couldn’t keep their hands off each other at dinner, so they decided to go back
to Orlando’s. They are probably shagging as we speak.” That earned a snort of laughter from Dom,
“And you know Sean, why go out when he can spend a night at home shaggin the missus?”

“Bunch of randy tossers.” Dom declared, before tossing back the last remants of scotch in his
glass. Sometimes it felt like everyone else was having the best sex of their lives, while he was in
the midst of the worst dry spell of his life. Elijah and Orlando were a couple, as were Viggo and
Bean. Sean had Christine and Ian had any number of young gentleman callers. Hell even Billy was
getting more sex then him. And somehow that whole situation struck him as very unfair. He was a
fairly attractive young man and everyone thought he was funny. So why couldn’t he get a date? It
wasn’t like he was asking for alot, just to get laid every now and then.

Dom had become so lost in his thoughts that the touch of a warm hand on his bare leg caught him
off guard. He gasped and his head whipped around to look at Billy. The look he saw in Billy’s eyes
was a look he knew quite well. He had seen it turned on make-up girls, the twinks in the bars and
now it was turned fully on him. He swallowed hard and tried to will his heart to stop beating so fast.

“Are you alright Dom? Is it the splinter?” Dom tried to laugh, but even smiling was hard when Billy
looked at him like that. Billy’s voice was low and gravely, and Dom was suddenly aware that all the
blood was rushing to his cock. He shifted nervously, trying to hide his growing erection, but he
knew that it was a useless gesture. He looked down at Billy’s hand, the fingers that gently
caressed his skin were now moving steadly towards his cock.

“No, I’m good...” He was barely able to speak, and Billy just smiled.

“Good, because I’d hate to stop, I’ve been wanting this, you, for too long now.” Billy shifted on the
couch, bringing his body flush against Dom’s. Dom moaned softly as Billy’s tounge ghosted over
his neck and ear. When Billy’s lips brushed his, Dom felt a jolt go through him and he opened
under Billy with the softest of touches.

He grabbed at Billy’s shirt, his arms, anything to keep him anchored here. He’s mind was racing
almost as fast as his heart. since when did Billy want him? And why hadn’t he known he wanted
Billy just as badly? It was a sudden realization but he wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure it
out, especially when Billy was sucking ever so gently on his earlobe.

Dom gasped again when he fely Billy palm him through his shorts. His hips moved their own
accord, rising up to meet Billy’s. He felt Billy smile against his neck. Billy’s small, quick fingers
darted under his waistband and when they encirlced his cock, Dom groaned loudly.

Pulling Billy as close as he could, Dom let his head fall to Billy’s shoulder as Billy’s hand began to
move steadily and firmly around his cock. He whimpered and moaned against Billy’s neck, licking
and nipping at the soft skin there. He could feel Billy shiver under his trembling hands.

Billy’s hand kept up its steady pace, twisting slowly on the way down, squeezing the head of his
cock on the way up. To Dom it felt like fireworks were going off all over his body and it was getting
harder for him the breathe. His moans were accompanied by Billy’s own Billy undulated against
Dom’s hip, his erection hot and hard. But all of his attention was focused on Dom, on making Dom
fall apart.

“I want you to come for me Dommie, come harded then you ever have. Can you do that for me?”
Billy’s voice was breathless in Dom’s ear. All Dom could do was nod, knowing that it wouldn’t be a
problem. He could feel his orgasm buliding slowly at the base of his spine. He whimpered loudly,
grasping harder at Billy’s forearms.

“Fuck Billy, I’m gonna...” he barely recognized his own voice, it was so full of need.

“Then do it Dommie. Come for me.” The words were barely out of Billy’s mouth when Dom came
hard, screaming Billy’s name against his shoulder. His vision flared red then white and he slumped
hard against Billy.

It felt like hours had passed before he regained his senses, but it was only a few moments. Dom
came back to Billy’s hands softly caressing him, Billy’s lips soft on his. Dom smiled weakly,
knowing this was the end of his dry spell.

“Alright Dom?”

“Bloody brilliant mate.”

“Good, now its my turn.”

Fin.

mnemosyne_erato @ 2013-07-25T01:16:00

2004-08-12T07:15:21Z

Current Conditions in Wellington NZ

Remix Fic: Linger

2004-05-26T21:17:46Z

Title- Linger
Author- Hipolyta D
Pairing- Billy/Dominic
Rating- R-ish
Disclaimer- Not ours we made the whole thing up.
Archive- Of Elves and Men, Remix Archive and Mnemosyne Erato
Author's Notes- Written for the Billy/Dom Remix. A Remix of Worth The Wait by shanalle. I highly reccomend the orginal as it is one of my favorite fics out there.

28th August

I'm leaving for New Zealand first thing in the morning. Leaving home, flying half way around the world to work on a movie for the next year and a half with a group of people I haven't met before.

And Mom wonders why I can't sleep.

Fran called earlier to tell me that she will be at the airport when I land. She mentioned that Frodo and Sam were already there and that Pippin left England this afternoon. It appears that I am the last hobbit to arrive. That makes me really nervous.

I'm most worried about meeting Pippin. All I know is that his name is Billy and he's from Glasgow. What if I get there and we don't hit it off? A year is a long time to spend with someone you don't like. And Merry and Pippin spend most of the movie together, it will be rough if we don't click.

It really doesn't bear thinking about.

30th August

I think I'm in love.

New Zealand is like no place I have ever been. It's all so bright and fresh and new. When I landed it was cloudy and threatening to rain, and then the clouds parted and the sun was shining so brightly. I took it as an omen, that everything will work out the way it's suppose to. It's D-Day tomorrow, I get to meet the others. I'm petrified, but I'll get through it some how.

31st August

I don't know what I was worried about. I really don't. The other hobbits are great, working with them will be a blast.

This afternoon I was ushered into the wardrobe department for my first fitting. The others were already there, waiting for me. Before Pete had the chance to introduce us, I found myself with an armful of Frodo. At that moment, I started to smile and I haven't stopped.

Elijah Wood is our Frodo. He is this ball of energy, he doesn't seem to sit still for anything. At one point, Ngila, the costume designer, stabbed him with a pin because he wouldn't stand still. When you first meet him, you would think that maybe he is too young to be playing such a huge and demanding role, but there is something in his eyes that much older than you would think. My mom would say he has an old soul. I like him. She would too.

Samwise's real name is Sean. He is almost a total opposite of Elijah. He is more reserved, grounded, although he gave me this hug that threatened to cut off my air. He really is Sam, even if he doesn't know it yet. He invited us all over for dinner tomorrow night to meet his wife and daughter. He said that they were just as eager to meet the lot of us as he was. I think I like them already.

This brings me to my Pippin, Billy...I don't know where to begin with him. He came over and held out his hand. I took it and felt this bolt go up my arm and down my spine. It made me shiver all over. He has these eyes that sparkle and the best smile. He's too cute by half. If I believed in love a first sight I might be in danger.

We got on like a house on fire. After our fittings we went for coffee, just the two of us--to bond I guess. That led to beer and a few "friendly" games of pool. He kicked my ass, repeatedly, but I'll remedy that as soon as we play again. We went for dinner after. We talked the entire time. He told me about Glasgow and drama school, and how he use to bind books for a living. He mentioned that he had a sister and was raised by his Gran after his parents died. I told him about growing up in Germany, about how my Gran was sick and how homesick I already was getting. He just slung his arm around my shoulders and said, "Its okay, your Pip will always be here." That made me smile. We have the same sense of humour and its not hard to make him laugh. I like him a lot when he laughs.

He just dropped me off. Before I got out of the car, I turned to him, and said,"I feel like I've known you forever."

"Maybe we did, in a past life. Now get out of my car you lush." I laughed and gave him a hug before coming inside. And now that I'm alone, I can't seem to think about anything else. He's just so...Billy.

8th September

It has been awhile since I've been able to sit down and write, but we've been working like mad. It hasn't stopped since we arrived and we haven't even started shooting yet. I'm so tired. And yet too damn keyed up to sleep. And I firmly blame that on Billy.

We spent the afternoon working with Bob Anderson. It was actually kinda fun, all of us being rather inept, except Billy. It seems that he has been fencing for years. Next to him, I felt so clumsy. But Bob took it all in stride, even when Lij and Sean started wrestling over who's battle cry was better. Billy and I just had to laugh.

Bob pulled me aside to work on this one move I've been having problems picking up. Just when I thought I had picked it up, I glanced over to find Billy staring at me, I dropped my sword. I don't think there was anything in the look, but he makes me so confused. We are always together, we're always touching, hugging, laughing with one another. I'm not even going to deny that I like him, because I do. I mean I really do. I can't stop myself. Yes he's damn hot, but there is something else that attracts me to him like that moth to that flame. I really can't explain it. All I know is I want to spend all my time with him, just so I can hear him laugh and see him smile.

And I think he might like me as more then just mates. We keep giving each other looks,you know the kind. Your typical I wanna kiss you, date you, fuck you kinda looks, but, I don't know. I don't even know if he swings my way. But sometimes I think he might. I don't want to do anything in case I'm wrong because it would just make things awkward for the next several months.

All I know was that when I got home tonight, I climbed into the shower and had a wank while thinking about him. All because he kissed my forehead when I told him I was worried that I would never get the hang of this one move. He told me I'd be fine and then kissed me. It made me shiver from head to toe.

I know that getting involved with someone you work with is a messy bad idea usually, as I know from first hand experience, but sometimes I think for Billy, it might be worth it.

30th October

Would someone be so kind as to turn off the sun and sever my head from shoulders, then maybe the pounding and dizziness would stop. And no I don't want any lectures on how it's all my own fault, and nobody forced me to drink so much.

Was at Lij's last night, just the hobbits and our adopted pet elf, otherwise known as Orlando, drinking and raising hell the way we virile young men do. Actually we were playing Truth or Dare because Lij and Orli are nosy sons of bitches. Somewhere along the line, we stopped asking for dares, I guess the truths were more interesting.

And like games like that do, we eventually got around to kissing and sex. We were talking about when we lost our virginity and after I answered, Orli, that wanker, asked me if it was with a guy or girl. I said both. Under normal circumstances I would have gone red and been really embarrassed, and back away from that comment as quick as I could. But I was really drunk by that point. In the end it turned out to be a great answer.

Billy is BI! Yes my Pippin, the guy I have a huge flaming crush on is bi. Yes, he is, told me, well us. So is Orli, but who cares about him. A late bloomer admittedly, but he likes guys. I was so excited when he said he needed to change his answer, I thought I was going to get up and launch myself at him right then and there. I stopped listening to the conversation and just stared at him. he finally looked at me and I couldn't stop smiling, neither could he. Maybe Lij being nosy isn't a bad thing.

I'm not sure where this puts us, but I'm content right now to let it build gradually, but if it takes too long, I'll have no trouble taking matters into my own hands.

11th December

Fell asleep with Billy under a tree this afternoon. Dreamt that Merry and Pippin were back in the shire, very old, sitting by the Brandywine River, smoking their pipes. Merry looked at Pippin and said,"I love you. I'll really miss you when I'm gone."

"They won't be able to keep us apart. We'll meet again, make no mistake."

Woke up feeling very content. Maybe Billy is right, maybe we were together in a past life.

16th December

Had the strangest conversation with Fran today. Was on my way to my car after having my prosthetics taken off. She saw me and came running over.

"Hey, Dom, you got a minute."

"For you Fran, I got 5, maybe even 10."

She laughed at my lame joke then asked, "Can I ask you something? Are you and Billy a couple?"

I went a very attractive shade of red and gave her the answer to her question without saying anything. I shrugged my shoulders. "Honestly Fran, I don't know. Maybe, but we haven't really talked about it. We've just been letting things happen on their own. Why? Has someone said something?"

"I've heard some things. You know what this place is like for gossip. I just wanted to ask before I assumed anything."

"Would it be a big deal if we were?"

"No, Pete and I are pretty open about things like that. So is everyone else."

"I do like him Fran, a lot." It felt strange to say it aloud to anyone, I never had before.

"Just be careful, I don't my Merry getting hurt." She kissed my cheek and smiled at me.

"Billy would never hurt me." And deep down, I knew that was true.

January 1st

Oh god, how I needed this holiday. Have spent most of it asleep, and it has been wonderful. Went out shopping with some of my old mates today. Picked up this necklace for Billy. It has this green stone on it that reminds me of his eyes. 2 more weeks and I head back. Two more weeks and I get to see Billy. God I miss him.

15th January

So I've had a lot of time to think over the break. I think what it comes down to is that I really, really like Billy. More then I've liked anyone for a long time. This thing we have, this relationship, if you want to call it that, is pretty cool, as far as it goes, but I want more. I like that I can touch him and be affectionate and no one bats an eye, but I want more then that. So I made it my New Year's resolution. I am going to just open up and be honest with him, sit him down and say "Billy, I think I love you".

It's been nice that things have gone slow, but I'm tired of it. Because at this rate, we'll never have sex. And I'm tired of masturbating all the damn time.

16th January

Just got in. About to fall over. Want to see Billy but I don't know if he's back yet. Maybe I should call him...hold on the phone's ringing...

Billy just called. I'm off over to see him in about an hour. Going to tell him everything.

Yes.

17th January

Okay, there is a reason I don't make resolutions. I feel like shit when I can't keep them. Yes, I did go to Billy's last night, and yes I spent the night, wrapped up in him like he was a blanket or something. And yes it was amazing. But I wasn't able to tell him what I really wanted to tell him. He kissed me, just once, on the cheek and it was like I became a bibbling idiot. I'm amazed that I was able to remember to give him the necklace.

We spent the night talking and it just got late so there was no way I was able to drive home, so I stayed there. Just as I was drifting off I heard him tell me he missed me and I had to smile. At least I know he won't reject me when push finally comes to shove.

4th February

Stupid rain. And yet, I think I love the rain.

I've spent the day trapped in a small trailer with three other hobbits and some others, and all I could see is Billy. Today is the day, screw the embarrassment and fear and everything else. Today is the day I am telling him everything and shag him within an inch of his life. I haven't been able to keep my hands off him. I've managed to drape myself over every spare inch of him, kiss him, and just a few moments ago I got close enough to bite his ear. I felt the shiver go through him. I think if no one else was around he may have moaned.

They are sending us home early because the rain has done something to one of the "trees". I'm just waiting for Billy because I said I'd give him a ride home.

Oh wait, here he comes.

Wish me luck, I have a feeling I might need it.

6th February

Well, in the end, I didn't need to make the first move, Billy did it for me. Well, maybe it was mutual, but he kissed me first, and I am a gentleman so I kissed him back. I never felt anything like that. Maybe my mom was right when she told me that kissing someone you love makes it all that much better. And I do love him. The whole night was beyond anything I could have hoped for. It was worth all the waiting.

Being able to be with him, to touch and kiss him everywhere and anywhere, was mind boggling. I never want to stop kissing him. He tastes like nothing I've ever had, and I think I might get addicted to him. When he finally fucked me, oh god, when he moved inside me, it has never, ever been better. And when he let me return the favour, I almost cried.

We spent yesterday together since they gave us a day off. I don't know what is going to happen when we get back to set today, what will happen when everyone finds out about us. But it doesn't matter. I have him now, and I am never going to let him go. I just hope everyone will be as happy as we are now.

And would you look at this, the wonderful man has just brought me coffee in bed. Now that is what I call love.

Dominic

Take my Hand As the Sun Descends (Billy/Elijah, Nc-17)

2004-05-03T04:29:16Z

Title- Take My Hand As the Sun Descends
Author- Hipolyta_d
Pairing- Billy and Elijah
Rating- Nc-17
Warning- Rps, slash, BDSM
Disclaimer- I don't claim to know either Billy, Elijah or their sexual orintation. This is FICTION and I'm not making any money on it.
Feedback- Is like sugar for the Muse, please keep him happy.
Archive- here and Of Elves and Men.
Author's Notes- Written for shirasade's Inspiration Song Fic challenge. The song I picked was Because the Night by 10,000 Manaics (written by Bruce Springsteen :)) A series of drabbles that span several years.

...with doubt this vicious circle turns and burns...

When he looked back on it, Elijah would think that their relationship was like a
vicious circle. They kept going around and around in circles. Always repeating
the same patterns before he finally had the courage to step off the ride.
Eventually Elijah got tired of running.
All the things that kept scaring him away, were the very things that would draw
him back. Back to those green eyes and soft commanding voice. Back to the
only thing he knew and understood. The only thing he craved more then his
freedom. The only thing he ever wanted. Back to Billy.

Take me now baby, here as I am...

Elijah leaned heavily against Billy, his hands sliding up the Billy’s thigh.
“Take me home Billy.” His voice was slurred by drink.
“I’d break you little boy.” Billy calmly replied.
“I want to be broken.” His voice low in Billy’s ear.
“You don’t know what you are asking Elijah.”
“Yes I do.” He moved to look Billy in the eyes, “Please?”
Billy studied the young man for a moment, took note of the trembling hands, the
longing in those blue, blue eyes. Elijah may not know exactly what he was
asking, but he craved it. Billy sighed and took Elijah’s hand.
“Come then Pet.”

...Come on now try and understand, The way I feel under your
command...

“On your knees” Billys voice was soft, almost gentle. But Elijah knew a command
when he heard one. He sunk slowly to his knees, his eyes cast down at the floor.
“You’ve come a long way Elijah, I am most pleased.” Billy threaded his fingers
into Elijah’s hair.
“I am glad I please you Billy.” He smiled.
“You more then please me Pet.” Elijah heard the sound of a zipper being undone
and his pluse sped up. Billy stood before Elijah, his cock hard. “You know what I
want.” Elijah didn’t need to be told twice and he took Billy into his mouth.

...without you I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning...

It happened as they sat in uncomfortable chairs in the airport in Honolulu. Elijah
had sunk to his knees infront of Billy and asked his favour.
“Billy, I need you to let me go.”
“No.”
“Please, Glasgow is so far away...”Billy finished Elijah’s thought. Elijah was too
young to be in a long distance relationship of this nature, ”Please Billy...I can’t
do this if you can’t stay with me.”
Billy took Elijah’s head between his hands, “All right, I release you.” He kissed
Elijah’s forehead. At that moment a disembodied voice called Elijah’s flight.
“Thank you Billy.” And he turned and walked away.

...have I doubt baby, when I’m alone, Love is a ring on the telephone...

It had been six months since Billy had watched Elijah walk away from him. Six
months and only a few calls and some emails. Six months when he tried not to
think of that pale porcelain skin that bruised so easily under his hands. How
Elijah would so willing submit to him. Those deep blue eyes that longed for him.
So He was pleasantly surprised the night when the phone rang.
“Billy?” Elijah’s voice sounded excited.
“Yes Elijah?”
“I’m coming to London next week, can I see you? ”With those words Billy smiled
genuinely for the first time in six months.

...love is an angel disguised as lust, Here in our bed until the morning
comes...

Billy ran his hands all over Elijah’s prone body, “What do you want Elijah?”
For his part, Elijah was barely able to think. Billy was warm against him and his
breath was shallow. He shivered under the other man’s fingers.
“You I want you...like before...please Billy?” He gasped when Billy’s hand slide
under his boxers and encircled his cock.
“Are you sure? I might not let you go this time.” Billy’s voice was calm and
steady.
“I don’t want you to let me go.”
“All right Pet, let us start at the beginning again.” And he kissed Elijah deep and
hard.

...desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe, Love is a banquet on which we
feed...

Elijah finally cornered Billy at the Governor’s Ball. His eyes blazing with fury and
desire.
“Stop acting like a prick Billy.”
“I could say the same thing to you Elijah.”
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Well I’m sorry for always running from
you. I was young...
“You still are.”
“Maybe but that doesn’t change how I feel.”
“And how is that Elijah?”
“I love you, I need to belong to you, no one else.” He reached for Billy’s hand.
“I wish I could believe that.” Billy turned and this time he was the one to walk
away.

...I believe in love too real to feel, so take me now...

There was a message on his voice mail when he left the theater that chilly night
in November.
“Hey Billy, it’s Elijah. I know I haven’t talked to you in months, but, well, I just
have to tell you something...”Elijah’s voice was small and drunk, “What I told you
back in LA, I meant it. I love you and I want to be with you, be yours. Please tell
me I haven’t fucked up everything. I need you so bad its killing me, please
Billy...”
Billy waited a heartbeat before calling that number he knew so well.
“Come home Pet.”

...Because the night belongs to lovers, because the night belongs to us...

One down, two more to go...

2004-05-02T05:47:26Z

Will post to communities and own journal tomorrow, too tired tonight.

Title- Untitled
Author- Hipolyta D
Pairing- The Billy and The Dom
Rating- Pg...tops
Disclaimers- Not mine, I mean no offense. I'm just a big bag of lies.
Feedback- Oh yes please, keep the muse happy.
Archive- Here and Of Elves and Men
Author's Notes- Written for sahwood's Monaboyd Words challenge. My words were subway, breath mints and toothpick (and bolded just for the hell of it). I was aiming for happy but got a Dom-centric angst bomb.

Untitled

The summer air was close and stifling when Dominic left the theater. His body was aching,
his heart heavy. That day’s rehearsal was long and exhausting, but thankfully was over.
While he knew that coming to London was the best choice he could have made, it didn’t
stop the loneliness and feelings of isolation that kept creeping up on him. For the first time
in several years he was completely alone. Elijah and Sean were back in Los Angeles with
their families, Billy was busy in Glasgow with Ali. the rest of the Fellowship had scattered
to the four winds, and were living their own lives.

When things in L.A. had finally become too much for him to handle, when the constant
sun and endless blue skies had become unbearable, Dom hopped on a plane back home.
Back to the greyness of England. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to find himself or get lost
in the crowds. Somehow it didn’t matter.

Being cast in a production of A Winter’s tale was pure dumb luck, but he grabbed
at it with both hands, holding on for dear life. Dom always felt more himself when he
pretended to be someone else. It felt really good to be working again and he had thrown
himself into the role of Autolycus. But he still had his bad days. Days when isolation
would threaten him. Days when the idea of going home to an empty flat was too much to
fathom. On days like that no amount of work could help. Maybe his co-stars were right,
maybe he should get a cat.

Hunching his shoulders, he wearily made his way down into the subway station.
Rush hour was long over, and the station was practically deserted. Dom breathed a sigh
of relief. Tonight he didn’t want to be recognized, or reminded of who he once was. That
brilliant young actor who some how had gotten lost along the way.

Leaning heavily against a pillar, he stared blankly at an advert hawking breath
mints. He found he had to repress the childish desire to run over and black out the
teeth of the toothpick thin supermodel. Pulling out his sharpie, He toyed with it
for a moment before writing something on the back of his hand. It didn’t matter if his
director yelled at him because of it tomorrow. he just needed to remember.

A vibration in the air announced the arrival of the train before Dom could see it. Throwing
himself into a seat, he dozed lightly. There were memories of New Zealand mingling under
his eyelids, teasing him. His dreams these days had been conspiring against him. Taunting
him with memories of the person who he use to be, the person he desperately wanted to
be again.

Dom dragged his feet over the two blocks between the station and his flat, hoping to draw
out the inevitable. A frozen dinner, a couple of beers and falling asleep on the couch while
watching one of those movies.

“Honey, I’m home.” he called, even though he knew there was no one there to answer
him.

“Dom?” A soft Scottish lilt made Dom drop his keys. Billy appeared from the kitchen.

“Billy? What the hell...how’d you...”

“You haven’t called in awhile and I was getting worried, so I came to check up on you.”
He hugged hard, “Your neighbour across the hall let me in.”

Dom clung to Billy, melting into his friends arms. ”I’ve missed you Billy” the words came
unbidden and he whispered them into his friend’s shoulder.

They stayed that way for a long time before Billy finally pulled away, smiling. His hands
reached out for Dom’s. He noticed the writing on the back of one, Billy and Dom.
”Are you okay Dom?” He asked quietly.

Dom kissed him softly and smiled, “I am now mate, I am now.”

Rewrite Ficcage!!!!

2004-03-31T03:25:22Z

So way back in February I signed up for gabbyhope's Rewrite project. I decided to work on a story I wrote called Heartbeat of the World, the first long piece of fanfic I wrote in this fandom. I was never really happy with how it turned out. It was a neat idea but could have been so much better, so here we go. I hope you enjoy.

Title: Heartbeat of the World (version 2)
Author: Hipolyta D
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Never happened, don't know them, please don't sue.
Feedback: I'm a feedback whore, gimmie, gimmie, gimme
Archive: Of Elves and Men

Heartbeat of the World
“...heel against floor and wave upon shore, heartbeat of the world. Sigh of a lover,
Heartbeat of the world...”
Riverdance

I
Dominic sat at the base of a tree not far away from the Amon Hen set. The breeze was
playing in his wig, the sun shining on his face. His lashes fluttered and he closed his eyes.
A sigh escaped him. He knew it was going to be a long day, and he was enjoying a few
moments of solitude before they were called back to once again be hobbits. It wasn’t that
he didn’t love his work and his friends, Dom just needed to be alone sometimes.

Drawing another deep breathe, Dom pressed himself more firmly against the tree. He
could feel the rough bark on his back and if he listened close he could hear its slow
heartbeat. He sat still and allowed it to feel his senses. Soon he no longer knew where he
ended and the tree began. Dom loved the feeling of becoming lost in something much
older then himself.

He had always liked trees and when he was young would often be found in the woods.
One day, when he was nine, his mother asked him why he liked the forest so much. He
said it was because the trees liked him and told him stories. His mother smiled and shook
her head, that was her son, one foot in this world and the other somewhere else.

Dom continued to relax listening to his steady heartbeat as it wound itself around the
tree’s. After a long time, Dom heard the footfalls of someone approaching where he sat.
Dom smiled to himself. There was only one person it could be, and that thought made his
heart flutter just a bit.

“Billy?” he asked without opening his eyes.

“Yeah?” the Scottish voice was soft on his ears.

“Are we needed on set?”

“Not for awhile yet I think. I just saw you sitting here and you looked so peaceful. I
thought I would join you. Is that all right?” Dom thought he heard a note of apprehension
in Billy’s soft Scottish accent. How could he send him away?

“We can be peaceful together.” Dom felt Billy sit down beside him and he smiled.
Everything was perfect.

II
The night was warm and quite. Everything was silver in the light of the full moon. Night
surfing had been Billy’s idea, and Dom had to admit it was a good one. Elijah and Orlando
had hurried ahead, but he and Billy were content to take their time, walking slowly down
to where the water met the sand.

Dom had begun to notice how his heart would flutter and race whenever Billy was around.
He had tried to brush it off as nothing, because he was certain that he shouldn’t be
thinking of his best mate that way.

Looking out at the ocean, Dom became aware of the waves breaking on the shore. he
could feel himself becoming lost in the rhythm. He had never really been comfortable with
the ocean until he had started surfing. Dom was beginning to understand it and that night,
out on his board he found the ocean’s heart. he was helpless as it began to surround him.
Its pulse slow and steady. Powerful and very old. he slid off his board and let it crash over
him.

When he finally floated to the surface he saw Billy staring at him.

“You all right Dom?” His voice sounded concerned.

“Great, can you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“The pulse of the ocean.”

Billy cocked his head to one side and gave Dom a puzzled look. “You’re mad” His voice
was drowned by the roar of the surf.

The surf became stronger, the waves crashing around their bodies. Dom scrambled onto
his board and the two friends rode the next wave and collapsed side by side on the beach.
The tide continued to wash over them, Dom’s heart beating madly in his chest. he turned
on his side to look a t Billy. Billy was staring at the sky, breathing hard.

“All right Billy?”

“Overwhelmed” Billy turned to Dom, giving him a small smile.

“Me and all” Dom wasn’t sure if he was talking about the ocean or his own heart, but
somehow it didn’t matter.

III
The club was crowded and smoky. All around was the press of bodies. The desire so thick
in the air that you could practically taste it. In the darkness Dom was alone. In flashes of
light he saw Orlando and Elijah on the dance floor, moving against the people around
them. The bass pounded through the floor and into Dom’s body. It made him want to
dance. he closed his eyes and let it take him away.

He wasn’t sure where Billy had got to, but at the moment he wasn’t too worried. He had
stopped fighting himself. So what if Billy’s presence made his heart beat so loud that he
thought everyone could hear it. He would just have to be okay with that since he couldn’t
see it going away any time soon.

Billy slid up to the table and placed a hand on Dom’s arm. Dom turned and smiled at Billy,
Billy returning it. He could feel his heart beat just a little bit faster.

“Want to dance?” Billy shouted in his ear, his breathe hot on Dom’s neck, he shivered then
nodded.

They made their way to the dance floor and were swallowed by the crush. Dom reached
out for Billy and Billy responded by grabbing his hand and pulling him close. His heart was
beating madly and he could feel himself getting hard.

Billy pressed himself to Dom and they began moving to the beat as one. Billy’s hands
rested on his hips and Dom grabbed Billy’s shirt. They stayed like that for a long time
moving with the music and the bodies. Dom look at Billy, lost to the ecstasy of the
moment, drowning in the beat. He was now painfully aware of his erection and he moved
his hips hard against Billy’s. Billy opened his eyes and Dom gasped at the feral gleam in
them.

“Yes?” The question slipped into Dom’s ear and almost short circuited his brain.

“Take me home Billy.”

“Your wish.” Billy’s tongue darted out to Dom’s ear and he shuddered violently. Billy
laughed softly.

IV
Somewhere, very far away, Dom felt his body catch fire. His heart was beating so fast, he
wondered when it was going to explode. It felt like it could only be a matter of time.
Opening his eyes, he saw Billy smiling at him. He reached out and softly touched Billy’s
face.

Billy’s lips descended to his and Dom opened into the kiss. Billy’s tongue was slick and
hot and Dom sucked on it greedily. Dom placed a hand over Billy’s heart and felt it
beating as rapidly as his own. He deepened the kiss. A feeling of bliss began to surround
him and he felt his toes curl.

Working quickly, Billy divested Dom of his clothes and then his own. The feel of his skin
on Dom’s made his breathe catch in his throat and his heart beat that much faster. He
kissed Dom again, touching him lightly every where.

When he felt Billy’s fingers trail over his bare chest and down to his hips, Dom wondered
when his clothes disappeared. He arched against Billy, Billy responded by grinding their
cocks together. Dom moaned.

“What do you want Dom?” Billy’s voice was low and rough, his eyes stormy.

“You.” He wrapped his legs around Billy, hoping his friend understood. Billy smiled, he
had understood. Billy’s fingers dipped between Dom’s thighs and pushed against his
opening.. Stars swam in Dom’s vision. Very slowly he pushed one finger then two into
Dom, and Dom moaned.

“Billy please...”Dom whimpered and pushed himself onto Billy’s fingers. Kissing him hard,
Billy replaced his fingers with his cock and pushed into Dom. They moved together and
Dom felt complete. He could feel their hearts beating together and he moaned. Dom urged
Billy on, meeting his every thrust.

Dom gave himself over to it, arching his body against Billy. Billy encircled his cock and
jerked him in time. He began to chant Billy’s name, digging his fingers into Billy’s back.
“Give it to me, please Billy...”He urged Billy on.

“...fuck...Dom...” Billy’s voice was shallow. Dom bucked his hips against Billy, and he
heard Billy growl. He called Dom’s name one last time and came. Dom came shortly after,
Billy’s name falling from his lips.

Afterwards they lay together, hands moving slowly over damp skin. Their hearts slowed to
normal, beating in time with one another.

“Perfect.” Billy whispered and Dom couldn’t agree more.

What I've Been Reading...

2004-03-30T00:56:35Z

1)Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin

2)Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling

3)Sharpe's Triumph by Bernard Cornwell

4)Pride an Prejudice by Jane Austen

5)Redwall by Brian Jacques

6)Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling

7) Naked Came the Stranger by Penelope Ashe

8) Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker

9)The Secert Diary of Adrian Mole age 13 3/4 by Sue Townsend

10) Growing Pains of Adrian Mole by Sue Townsend

11) True Confessions of Adrain Mole by Sue Townsend

12) A.M and Small Amphibians by Sue Townsend

13) Adrian Mole: The Wilderness Years by Sue Townsend

14) The Magician's Nefew by C.S. Lewis

15) They Wear What Under Their Kilts? by Katie Maxwell

16) Neuromancer by William Gibson

17) Wee Free Men by Terry Prachett

18) Brigit Jones's Diary by Helen Feilding

19) Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume

20) Kushiel's Chosen by Jacquelin Carey

21) Life of Pi by Yann Martel

22) Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

23) She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb

24) The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

25) Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennision

26) The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

27)Evening Class by Maeve Binchy

28) Pattern Recognition by William Gibson

YAY! book icon

Little Things Dominic, g

2004-03-10T21:52:53Z

for the lotrips100 method drabble challenge. Could be read as Dom/Billy of you really wanted too I guess.

Little Things

When he arrived in Los Angeles, Dom had expected sun and women and fame. He hadn’t counted on the sheen of plastic. Had not counted on the depression that would crush him,
colouring his world gray. The weight he could not escape.

But after a time Dom realizes the little things help. His favorite song on the radio,Casablanca on late night TV. The first cup of coffee in the morning, that first cigarette. The postcard from Billy that arrived that morning.

Never forget that I love you.

And sometimes Dom thinks that the little things may just be enough.

Bindings (BB/DM)

2004-02-29T17:49:02Z

Title- Bindings
Author- Hipolyta D
Pairing- BB/DM, BB/OC
Rating- R (nothing really graphic, just implied)
Warning- there is implied het “relations”, and BSDM themes.
Disclaimer- This is fiction people. I don’t know them or what they do in the bedroom.
Feedback- I am a feedback whore. Give me all you got.
Archive- mnemosyne_erato, Of Elves and Men.
Author’s notes- written for the billydomrecs writing contest. I have been living with this idea since November, and it may yet grow into something longer.
Special thanks and hugs to aelane and rynalwyn for beta-ing. You guys are amazing.

Bindings

One
Dominic felt the first stirrings the day he noticed the ligature marks on Sophie’s
wrists. The red and dark blue that marred her pale skin. He knew who had caused them,
and it aroused him. Obviously he didn’t know Billy as well as he thought he did. It
intrigued him, this hint of darkness.
One morning, Sophie caught Dom staring too intently at the marks on her wrists,
then looking over to Billy
“Your curious aren’t you?” She said, following Dom’s gaze. She knew how Dom
felt. The wanting, that need.
“That obvious?”
“Only if you know how to look.”

Two
Dom and Orlando sat in their den, surrounded by empty beer bottles. Oh yeah,
Dom thought, I’m drunk. He turned his head to Orlando, who was staring at the ceiling.
“Orli, have you ever been tied up?”
“A few times.”
“What’s it like?”
“Different. You can learn a lot about yourself.”
“Did you know that Billy likes to tie his lovers up?”
“Sweet little Billy? Are you sure?”
“Sophie said so.”
“It is always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”
“I want Billy to tie me up. I want him to treat me the way he treats her.” Dom said
quietly.

Three
With the party spinning around them, Billy slid up behind Dom.
“I understand you fancy me.” Billy’s voice was low and his breath warm on
Dom’s neck. Suddenly the room felt too small. He swallowed hard and felt the red
creeping into his ears. There was no point in denying it.
“How?”
“A little bird told me.” Dom snorted. Big elf more like. He wondered why he had
told Orlando. Oh, right, he was drunk.
Billy slowly slid his fingers across Dom’s neck, and he gasped. Billy smiled,
“What are you going to do about it Dom?”
“Take me.”

Four
Their first kiss was hard and deep, and left Dom gasping for air. He felt
lightheaded. He wanted more. Billy pushed him onto the bed, and began undressing him
with sure and steady hands. When Dom finally caught Billy’s gaze again, his breath
caught in his throat. The light green eyes had grown dark with something that went
beyond need and desire. Billy kissed him harder and reached for something on the
bedside table. Dom shuddered when he saw the leather cuffs. They were warm when
Billy placed the first one on his wrist.
“Do you trust me Dom?”
“Yes.”

Five
The next morning, Dom sat in the makeup chair, his whole body aching. He had
been bruised and marked, but it didn’t matter. Billy was smart enough to not mark him
anywhere that wouldn’t be covered. Except for his wrists. Dom looked down at them
again, and shivered, fully remembering the night before.
“Don’t worry Dom, I have something that will cover those up.” Sophie’s voice
was gentle.
“You’re not angry?”
“Should I be?”
“I slept with your boyfriend.”
“I think he’s yours now.”Sophie looked over at Billy, then back at Dom, “He’ll
be good for you Dom.” She smiled.

The Queen (mo/g, mo/cb)

2004-02-03T17:16:54Z

Title- The Queen
Author- Hipolyta_d
Pairing- Miranda Otto/Galadriel, Miranda Otto/Cate Blanchette
Rating- R(ish)
Discalimer- Not mine, I made it all up. Galadriel was created by Professor Tolkien, and Miranda and Cate belong to themselves
Archive- Of Elves and Men
Feedback- Makes me do my happy Anya cat dance.
Author's Notes- Written for shanelle's Two Line challenge. I love my beta. Casi you are amazing.

“...if she sits still likes she knows she could
she could win this game and the queen for good”
Curve, “Chinese Burn”

Her eyes.

That was the first thing Miranda had noticed about Cate. When they first met in a
crowded wardrobe department. Peter had been giving her the tour, and Cate was
surrounded by seamstresses with pins. Final fitting someone had muttered. Peter
introduced them before wandering off to talk to Ngila.

“You’re Eowyn, right?” Cate’s voice was friendly, but Miranda noticed the look in her
eyes. How there seemed to be a storm brewing under the calm blue seas. How they
seemed to look at her as both a friend and as prey. It sent a shiver down her spine.
***
It was a coincidence that Miranda was on set the day they shot Galadriel’s mirror.
She watched in silence as Cate and Elijah went through take after take. At one point,
near to the end of the day, Cate glanced up and caught Miranda’s gaze. The look in
her eyes pinned Miranda to the spot. She felt a shudder go through her, leaving her
breathless.

Gray blue eyes that at that moment belonged to someone else. Miranda shivered as
they moved across her. When she smiled, Miranda knew she was looking at the elf
witch, and that knowledge made her breathe come faster.
***
The smell of earth assailed her, and Miranda felt herself being pulled down a path
through ancient trees. her feet lead her to a secluded glade, and there she waited.
Miranda gasped when Galadriel turned to her. the elf queen said nothing until she
stood in front of Mirada.

“I knew you would come.” Galadriel brushed her fingers across Miranda’s cheek and
she gasped. It felt so real.

“It is real” Galadriel’s voice was soft yet menacing. Her eyes were deep and cool,
and Miranda fell. “You belong to us now.”

“Yes” was all she got out, before her lips were captured by the elf’s.
***
Miranda didn’t see Cate for several weeks. In that time the dreams of Galadriel had
become more frequent more intense. More real. Often Miranda would wake in the
morning stiff and sore, marked by invisible traces of the elf queen. All during the day
she could still feel the eyes of Galadriel on her. She told nobody about it.

During a tea break, as she was walking to the mess tent, Miranda walked into Cate.

“God Cate, I’m sorry.” The presence of the other actress was jolt. She could feel her
face get red. Cate just smiled, her eyes warm and friendly.

“Its all right Miranda. Are you okay? You look distracted.” She reached out the
steady Miranda.

“I’m okay. I just been having these dreams. They seem so real, and sometimes I get
lost in them.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth Miranda cringed. She
hadn’t meant to say anything. Cate merely nodded.

“I understand.” Miranda looked up in time to see the shadow pass through Cate’s
eyes. Eyes that had begun to look cool. Cate blinked and it was gone. “If you ever
need to talk to someone.”

“Thanks Cate.” Miranda smiled at her and quickly made her way into the mess tent.
***
That night Miranda was joined again by Galadriel. The elf took her hard. Her mouth
and fingers rough. Miranda gave her everything she wanted. Her orgasm caused her
to scream. But it was a different name. Galadriel looked at her, her eyes distant and
sad.

“I knew this was coming. I hoped it wouldn’t, but it was meant to.” There was
sadness evident in the elf queen’s voice.

“I don’t understand. She means nothing.” But Miranda knew she was lying. She did
not want to upset Galadriel.

“Maybe not now, but she will.” Galadriel stood and walked a short distance away.
Her pale skin glowing in the light of the moon. “That’s why I’m letting you go.”

Miranda moved to stand next to her lover. “Galadriel, please no.” It was the first time
Miranda had ever used her name.

“Yes Miranda, its time.” She ran her fingers through Miranda’s hair, “Know this, if it
was anyone else, I would not give you up. You are precious to me, but you are more
precious to her.”

Miranda pulled Galadriel to her, kissing her deep and hard. “If that is your wish.”

“It is. Know that you are always welcome here. I love you, that will never change.”
***

It had been a long tiring day, and when Viggo invited Miranda out for a drink she
accepted with as much enthusiasm as she could manage.

The pub was small but nobody seemed to mind. The regulars watched them with
puzzled and amused expressions. It reminded her of home. Looking up, she
happened to see Cate and Marton walk over to the tables. When she made eye
contact with Cate, Miranda felt herself blush.

Cate sat down in a chair opposite her. She felt Cate’s eyes move over and she
flushed at the sensation. They felt warm and they looked at her with desire. There
was no danger, no menace. When Cate smiled at her, Miranda smiled back.

“How are you feeling Miranda?” Cate’s voice was soft.

“Better.”

“Still dreaming?” Cate’s voice was cryptic.

“Not anymore.” Miranda replied, and a wave of relief went through Cate’s blue eyes.

“That’s good.”
***
It was late when the taxi finally arrived at her house and Miranda was more then a bit
drunk. As she paid the fare, she looked at her companion. “Do you want to come in
for coffee?”

“I’d love to.” Cate held the car door open for Miranda.

“I will never get into a drinking match with a Scot again.” Miranda giggled as she
fussed with her keys, missing the lock twice.

“well atleast you were able to walk out unassisted. They had to carry Dom out.”
Cate’s voice was slightly slurred.

Miranda giggled again, ushering Cate inside. She made her way unsteadily to the
kitchen. Cate followed.

“You’ve been dreaming about her, haven’t you?” Cate’s voice was soft, but it startled
Miranda. She dropped the coffee can.

“How do you know?” Cate moved to join her in the kitchen.

“You smell like Lothlorien.” A shiver shot through Miranda, and she barely
suppressed a moan.” I’ve dreamt of her too.”

Miranda was afraid to move. Fearing that this was just another dream. Cate touched
her shoulder, turning Miranda to face her. Cate’s fingers brushed her cheek, and
softly brushed her lips.

“Stay.” Miranda whispered. The flicker of desire in Cate’s eyes burst into flame. Cate
leaned in and kissed Miranda softly.

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

If Venice is Sinking (bb/dm)

2004-02-03T17:03:40Z

Title- If Venice is Sinking
Author- hipolyta_d
Pairing- Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating- hard R, just to be safe.
Discalimer- It's all just a big bag of lies.
Feedback- Yes please, makes muse do happy cat dance.
Archive- Of Elves and Men, the flash fic archive.
Summary- Billy and Dominic are in Venice.
A/N- written for the monaboyd flashfic challenge. For marginalia who wanted bicycles and opera. So I automatically thought Venice. The title is shamelessly taken from
The Spirit of the West song of the same name. I wanted words but the Muse gave me
images. So I did the best I could. Enjoy!

Venice.
Upon waking, Billy briefly didn’t remember where he was, then the memories came
flooding back.
He was in Venice.
He was in Venice with Dominic.
***
It was over, all their work was over. The last film had been released to the world, and if
he was
honest, Billy felt lost. Lord of the Rings had been such a big part of his life for so long,
the lack of it left a hollow place inside him. Dom had meant this trip as a break from the
circus their lives had become. Yes it felt good having Dom to himself again. Billy hadn’t
realized how much he missed him. He was going to make this last. Because he never
knew when the last time would be.
***
Billy could hear music. He knew that was what had awoken him. it was low enough that
he had a hard time making it out. Opera. Yes, Dom’s new musical obsession. Aida, one
of Billy’s favorites. They had taken in a performance the night before, left the theater
hand in hand, barely making it back to the hotel. Dom had left the stereo on, and Billy
thought it gave the whole night a sense of timelessness, of art. Dominic was pliant under
his hands and lips. Giving in at the lightest of touches. Giving Billy all the things he
missed.
***
Billy raised an eyebrow when Dom presented him with the red bike. He hadn’t been
cycling in a
very long time.
“Come on Billy, they say it is great way to see the city. Please...” Dom’s eyes were wide
and
pleading, but he grinned broadly at Billy. Self guided bike tours. Billy smiled back.
“All right, if it makes you happy.” He took the bike from Dom,”Where to first?”
Dom consulted the map, and pointed.
“The Rialto Bridge, that way.” And he was off, leaving Billy to catch up. By the end of
the day, Billy admitted to having fun.
***
Rolling over Billy was confronted with a Dom shaped dent in the crisp white sheets. It
was then he noticed Dom standing in the window. He had pulled the curtains back, the
light of the full moon spilling in and over him. Dom looked like a sculpture, lean, sparse
and still. His eyes roamed over Dom’s body. The hard plains and sharp angles he had
become. Billy could feel the heat rising in him, his cock stirring under the sheets. Dom
belonged to him, as surely as he belonged to Dom. And nothing would ever change that.
“Dominic”, Billy whispered.
***
The opera house was very old, and very ornate. People milled about, paying little
attention to the two men by the bar.
“Are you enjoying it?” Dom’s voice sounded timid to his ears.
“Very much.” At that moment, the lights dimmed and the audience began to leave the
lobby.
Intermission was over. “Thank you” Billy leaned over and softly kissed Dom’s temple.
Onstage, the actors played out the tragic story of Aida and her lover Radames. Billy
reached for Dom’s hand. He could not let this end tragically. He whispered in Dom’s ear.
“I love you Dominic, I always will.”
***
Dom turned to Billy, his face falling into shadow. He moved back to the bed, and leaned
over Billy. Reaching out, Billy ran an hand through Dom’s hair, pulling him closer. the
first touch of his lips was soft, but quickly became more demanding. Dom gladly yielded
to Billy, falling to the bed, without breaking contact. Billy pulled Dom on top of him,
grateful for his lover’s weight. He
wrapped a leg around Dom’s hips, grinding his erection against Dom’s.
“I need you Dom.”
“You have me.”
Far away he could hear Aida mourn for the loss of her lover.
***
Shirts had been torn, pants ripped at in their furious need to claim each other. It had been
such a long time, and Billy couldn’t wait anymore. Pushing Dom onto the bed, Billy
kissed him hard,
tongue plundering his mouth. Dom gave Billy everything, not wanting to hold anything
back. It had been too long. When Billy took him into his mouth Dom shuddered
uncontrollably. When Billy entered him, Dom stopped breathing. His whole life had
narrowed to those green eyes that burned with love and want, desire and loneliness. They
came together, the others name falling from their lips.
***
It was morning when Billy woke again.
He was still in Venice, still with Dom. It hadn’t all been a dream.
And Billy was not going to let it go.
Never again.