Fan Fuck
Gift!Fic for Feel_Me_Tremble
"Open the fucking door, Sblom!" he hears, once he has pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and has stumbled out of his bedroom and into the hall. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hands and, more out of habit than because he doesn't know who is standing at the other side of the door, he stretches to peep through the little hole.
"I mean it, Dom!!" the voice yells once more. "Open this fucking door!"
Dom chuckles and turns around, eyes scanning the hall table for his keys but they're not there. He pads across the hall to the rack where his coat is hanging and feels its pockets for said keys, but they're still not there.
"This is a serious matter, Dominic!!" the voice cries out again, and for a split second Dom wonders if Elijah is really not pulling his leg. He moves around faster and finally tracks down his keys in the kitchen, next to the phone and the empty beer bottles on the kitchen table. He grabs them and moves to open the front door, right when Elijah's voice slashes the midnight quiet all over again.
"What the fuck took you so long?!" Elijah growls as he almost falls into the house and slams the door shut with a bang that will probably be heard three blocks down the road.
"Christ, Lij! Will you calm down already?" Now it is Dom's turn to act angry. "I fucking moved in here only a couple of months ago and you're already giving me a bad name in the neighbourhood with your shouting and door slamming and what not!" He turns on his heels and marches back into his bedroom, no longer curious to know the reasons for Elijah's odd behaviour. "And apart from all of that... I was asleep!" He bangs the door to the bedroom just as hard and leaves Elijah standing in the hall.
"What do you mean 'you don't want to go out'?" Dom asks and stops putting on his jacket. He looks at Elijah's scared face and it somehow reminds him of his odd behaviour two nights earlier. And the night before that, when he had banged on the door so loudly that the neighbours had mentioned it the next day and Dom had felt the need to make up some pathetic excuse about a wager that involved the testing of the sturdiness of said front door and a lot of imported European beer. The couple had shaken their heads in unison and had trotted off, wondering if this young British actor was actually not the asset to the neighbourhood they had thought him to be.
"She might be there, Sblom," Elijah says, and Dom shakes his head, trying to clear away the lingering embarrassment he felt when he saw his neighbours retreat into their own house. Suddenly, he realises that Elijah is saying something that might actually explain his recent behaviour and he whips his head around to face the American.
"What on earth do you mean?" he asks, and treats Elijah to a patented wild-grey-turning-to-fucking-black stare, the one you get when he doesn't want to be fucked with. Elijah is silent and just looks at Dom. "She might be there, Sblomie," he repeats. "I believe they play her kind of music..."
Dom frowns, thinking, and quickly decides to ditch the don't-fuck-with-me-stare. He drops his jacket on the floor and tugs at Lij's hand, pushing him, making him walk back into the living room. They sit down on the huge couch where most of their lives takes place: the talking, the eating, the gaming, the sleeping, the fucking... And not necessarily in that order.
Then Elijah talks and Dom listens.
"Tell me," Dom says softly, and never lets go of Elijah's hand. "Does she know about us?"
The music is ear splitting, the air is dank, and the beer is cheap. Add to that the fact that people are mostly left to themselves, no matter what side of town they come from, or what side of a body they prefer to fuck.
The minute they walk in, Elijah spots her sitting on a stool at the bar.
Seconds later she spots him and immediately raises her hand in an I-know-you-but-do-you-remember-me salute. Involuntarily, Elijah clutches Dom's hand and they look at each other.
"Come one, Lijah," Dom grins. "She can't be that bad." He almost has to force Elijah across the club and when he reaches the bar he orders two beers. Handing one to Lij, he looks the girl up and down and thinks that even if she treated his love bad, she doesn't look bad. In fact, she looks very pretty.
Never one to beat about the bush, he turns around completely and faces the woman on the stool. "Hiya," he says and raises his bottle slightly. "I hear you have been scaring my boyfriend shitless these past few nights." He winks at her wickedly and waits for her face to wrinkle up in disbelief or disgust, either would do.
Instead and to Dom's complete and utter surprise, she flashes a beautiful smile and raises her drink as well.
"I was wondering when you would come to his rescue," she says. "It's great to see I am right about some things." Dom frowns slightly, and the don't-fuck-with-me stare is beginning to form in his eyes again.
"I admit I scared Elijah a little," she offers apologetically. "But I did it because I was hoping he would tell you about me." She downs the last of her drink and places the glass on the slippery-wet surface of the bar.
"Well... he did," Dom starts slowly, ready to throw a few ounces of 'menacing' into his voice if needs be. "And now I am here."
"You both are," she continues, smiling innocently. "I had to do something to make you shift your ass in here... Lij always came in here alone." The bartender refills her glass without asking, and she blindly grabs around to pick it up.
"Really," she mumbles as she swallows her first sip. "You two are so much better when you come together." She pauses and starts to giggle. "And I think that pun was intended."
"I take it all back, Lij," Dom mutters as he opens the front door of his house, absentmindedly pushing his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans after having paid the cab driver. "She is weird. Weird and a bit scary in her deliberation."
They both walk in, tossing their belongings on the hall table, then crash on the living room couch, kicking off shoes and pulling at shirts, still seriously overwhelmed by the fact they let a fangirl pick them up...
"Weird, yeah... But what an idea!" Elijah remembers with a fond smile on his dreamy face. "I mean, had you ever been in a threesome?" He closes his eyes and tries to think of the multiple orgasms that coursed through his body at one point during the night.
Dom shakes his head, holding up his hand, looking at his fingers, inspecting his rings and wristbands, wincing when he spots the bruises and bite marks underneath them. He closes his eyes as well, and rests his head against Elijah's shoulder. "Nope," he mumbles.
They are both silent for a while.
"And although this is a one-time thing... She was fucking fantastic, don't you think?" Elijah starts once more, warming to the subject all over again, watching his lover's face go all soft and satisfied with the memory.
"Oh...she was..." Dom agrees. "She was..."
Elijah rises from the couch, ready to lead them both into the bedroom to use the remainder of the night to get some sleep. When he takes Dom's hand in his, he gently ushers his lover through the silence and darkness of his house, and when he lets go of Dom's hand, he swears he can feel a slight tremble...
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