Fic: Sensation

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title: Sensation
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: NC-17
words: 9200+
warning: BDSM: D/s, somewhat mild S&M; blindfold, bondage, topical chemical irritant
summary: “Going to hurt you, Dom. Gonna fuck you up inside and out.”
disclaimer: highly untrue; this is fiction.
a/n: Another fic pulled from my ancient lotrips WIP folder. This one has the advantage of being finished, though. :)


There were butterflies in Dom's stomach as he unlocked the door to Billy's flat; Billy had slipped the single key, with a note attached with the address and time, into Dom's messenger bag while they were on one of their breaks, his eyes narrowed on Dom and a faint smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Dom had nodded, and they hadn't spoken of it.

The moment he was alone, Dom had rummaged through his bag for the key. He'd read the words on the card, and his mouth had watered with anticipation. Billy'd disappeared when they wrapped for the day, leaving Dom on his own to find the flat at the specified time.

Dom slowly pushed open the door, unsure of what to expect and yet still surprised at what he found. Billy obviously hadn't moved into this flat yet, as there were no boxes and hardly any furniture. The main room was exceptionally large, with two bare picture windows overlooking the courtyard below. Against one wall there was a simple mattress sitting on the floor, covered by a wrinkled sheet. In the darkest corner of the room, Dom could see the faint outline of Billy's duffel bag.

Billy crept up behind Dom and grabbed his shoulders, twisting Dom’s arms behind his back and up, up until Dom cried out in pain and dropped to his knees, too weakened to hold himself upright any longer. Billy followed him to the ground, holding Dom’s forearms together firmly. Finally, as Billy’s hold stilled Dom’s flailing, Dom tried to clear his mind and calm his body. Billy’s grip on Dom’s arms loosened slightly and Dom nearly sobbed in relief. With a hand to the back of Dom’s neck, Billy pushed Dom’s torso to the floor, so he was bent in half, hunched over his knees. Dom twisted in Billy’s hands, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“Keep your forehead on the floor, Dominic,” Billy ordered, speaking for the first time since he’d entered the room. Billy released Dom’s arms and Dom collapsed to the floor. His arms and shoulders were tingling; he felt too weak to even attempt to push himself up to his hands and knees.

“Strip.”

With Billy’s help, Dom wriggled out of his jeans, revealing his already aching cock, and managed to get his arms tangled in his t-shirt without rising up on his knees. Billy twisted the material in his hands, tightening the sleeves around Dom’s forearms. Dom tried to pull himself out and away, but Billy’s hand returned to the nape of his neck, holding him still.

“Don’t move.”

Dom clenched his hands into fists and then took several deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles. Finally, Billy untangled the shirt and Dom sprawled on the floor, not watching Billy walk away. Dom felt very exposed; the room was large and sparse, with wood flooring and huge, uncovered windows. He kept his eyes away from the trees outside, which were just barely outlined against the dark clouds. The rain muffled the sound of Billy’s returning footsteps and Dom flinched when Billy touched him, pushed him, flipped him onto his side. Dom kept his limbs relaxed and limp, letting Billy arrange him on the floor.

Dom closed his eyes; it was easier than watching the sharpbright glint in Billy's eyes, and much easier than seeing where Billy's hands were headed next. Billy held Dom's wrists in both hands, his grip hard and unrelenting, and bent over him.

“Going to hurt you, Dom. Gonna fuck you up inside and out,” Billy murmured in Dom’s ear.

Dom shivered and tensed his muscles, automatically preparing himself for a flash of pain that didn’t come. Dom felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. Billy nipped Dom's earlobe and maneuvered him onto his knees again, pulling Dom’s arms up behind him. For a second, Dom felt a burst of irrational panic, thinking that Billy might suspend him from his arms, twisted backwards like this, though suspend him from what Dom didn't know. Dom opened his eyes and craned his neck to see Billy, but Billy pushed him roughly to the floor again.

“What did I tell you? Head down.”

Dom felt cuffs slide and buckle around his wrists, then a second pair around his forearms, right below his elbow. He tried to comfort himself with the feel of the cool wood of the floor against his already sweaty forehead, but the restraints were making his mind jump around to all of the things Billy might do to him, and the floor was quickly growing warm with his body heat.

"Are you scared, Dominic?" Billy asked silkily, stroking his fingertips along Dom's arm and up to the back of his neck.

Dom started to say No, but only managed "Nnnnngh," before he felt Billy's tongue follow his fingers at the nape of his neck. Though Billy hadn't told him not to speak, Dom felt strange breaking his silence with even an answer to Billy's question. Billy curled his hand around Dom's shoulder, holding him still. His other hand came up and began petting the top of Dom's head, surprisingly gentle.

"You taste like fear..." Billy hissed. He opened his mouth and scraped his teeth across the junction of Dom's neck and shoulder, not biting, not yet. "I like it," he finally concluded.

Then he bit, hard, and Dom arched his back, trying to squirm away but with nowhere to go; his arms were useless, held in place behind his back by the cuffs, and Billy was holding his shoulders and hair firmly, keeping him pressed to the floor. Dom gritted his teeth and groaned loudly at the pain, willing himself not to scream.

When Dom finally calmed down--he didn't relax, he couldn't relax, now--Billy released his grip on Dom's hair and exhaled purposefully on the spot he'd just bitten. The rush of air on the abused skin made Dom wince. Billy chuckled.

"There are so many things I could do to you, Dominic. So many ways I could hurt you. You're completely at my mercy, now, aren't you?" He stood up slowly and walked in a circle around Dom, his boots clicking on the wood floor, a sharper sound than the constant drum of the rain. "I think I'll take my time, Dominic."

Dom shivered at the tone of Billy's voice; beneath the relaxed, easy confidence, there was an undercurrent of lust, and the hint of Billy's cunning. Dom tried to rotate his shoulders into a more comfortable position, but couldn't; he twisted his wrists in the cuffs helplessly.

Billy stopped moving in front of Dom's head. He knelt down in one smooth motion, leaned forward on his hands, and put his mouth next to Dom's ear. He didn't speak right away; his breath was hot and moist on Dom's earlobe and he wanted to brush Billy away, but he didn't dare move his head.

"Viggo would call you a canvas, Dommeh," Billy hissed, sounding almost angry, but Dom knew better. He was baiting Dom now, trying to provoke a reaction. Dom shivered again, he couldn't help it, and he heard Billy smile briefly. "He would call you a canvas," Billy repeated, "a blank canvas, ready to be marked by whatever I see fit to use." He paused, breathing loudly in Dom's ear again. "I disagree."

Dom tilted his head slightly towards Billy, showing that he was listening, that he was paying attention. Billy rewarded him with a soft, quick brush of his fingers through Dom's hair.

"I like that you resist," Billy whispered, his voice suddenly low and secretive. "I like that I can control you, overpower you, but that you still try to get away. You know why, Dominic?" He paused again, for effect. Dom knew he wasn't really supposed to answer. "Because you can never win," Billy continued smoothly. Dom could hear the evil smirk in his voice, now. "Because you crave it, don't you, Dommeh? You need this. You can't resist, yet you always do. It's like a constant battle between your body and your mind, and I can abuse them both and you keep coming back. I like that, Dom, I do. I like watching you struggle and fight. And I like forcing you to take it anyway."

At that, Dom couldn't hold back a soft moan of desire. He felt like he was vibrating, with Billy so close to him and yet not touching, just breathing on him, whispering in his ear, working Dom up into a frenzy of anticipation.

Billy stood up abruptly, walked several steps away, and just stood there. Dom couldn't look up, and he couldn't hear anything Billy might be doing over the rain still pattering on the roof and windows. He kept very still, trying not to breathe too quickly. His arms were starting to ache from being pulled back, but his body was still thrumming with desire. He'd not been specifically told not to speak.

"Billy, please," he whispered, barely more than a breath. He wasn't sure Billy would even be able to hear him from across the room. But then Billy's footsteps clicked closer; Dom glanced sideways, keeping his forehead pressed to the floor, and saw one shiny black boot toe.

"Sit up," Billy ordered quietly. He didn't touch Dom at all. Dom rolled his spine up to sit back on his heels, keeping his chin lowered to his chest. His leaking erection stood out unashamedly from his body. With his arms tied behind his back, he was slightly unbalanced. He stared down at Billy's feet. "Look at me."

Dom didn't want to see the fire burning in Billy's brilliantly green eyes, so when he looked up, he focused on Billy's mouth instead, on the luscious pink curve of his lips, quirked up at the corners in a calculating smirk. Billy reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. A few seconds later, he held it out in front of Dom's face. It was a simple black handkerchief, but in Billy's hands, it looked menacing. Knowing Billy, the cloth would probably be used as a gag or a blindfold, depending on his mood.

"I'd rather hear your screams this time," Billy murmured, as if he'd read Dom's mind. He reached out with his other hand and laced his fingers through Dom's hair. He tugged it sharply, yanking Dom's head backward, forcing Dom's eyes up to the ceiling. "You won't be seeing anything else tonight, so look your fill now."

Dom's eyes flicked to Billy's face; he found Billy staring back down at him, seeing everything Dom had ever considered hiding. Billy's hard gaze brought a burning flush to his face and chest, and Billy grinned, showing too many teeth to be entirely pleasant. Despite the heat he felt on his skin, Dom shivered.

"Close your eyes."

Billy barely gave Dom any time to comply before he was wrapping the cloth tightly over Dom's eyes, tying a quick, sturdy knot at the back of his head. The room wasn't bright to begin with, and the blindfold blocked out all of the remaining light. Dom's other senses were instantly on high alert: the rain sounded louder, and he could hear the faint sound of Billy breathing above him; Billy's fingers were still tugging slightly at his hair, keeping his head tilted back; there were tiny droplets of sweat beading across his shoulders, about to slide down his back in agonizing rivulets. Dom sighed loudly at the sensations.

Billy released Dom's hair and dragged his hand around to Dom's throat. He pressed lightly; not enough to choke him, or even make breathing difficult, but just enough to get Dom's heart racing. Dom started to be aware of his own blood, coursing through his body, through his restrained arms and in his neck, against Billy's fingers. He could hear it pounding in his head.

"Are you nervous?" Billy asked teasingly.

Dom shook his head. He classified himself as apprehensive; there was a difference. Yes, the difference involved fear, but Dom was afraid of what Billy would do. He felt a familiar pang of dread in the pit of his stomach, but having Billy tell him his plans would ruin the surprise. It might put him at ease for a moment, but then being made to wait would drive him mad.

What Dom wanted was for Billy to do something. Billy, of course, did the opposite. He retreated a few paces and stopped moving. Even with his ears pricked for any sound at all beneath the rain, Dom couldn't hear Billy. It set him on edge; his fingers began to get twitchy. He itched to move, to rip off the blindfold and reassure himself that Billy was there, waiting for him. Caught up in his own thoughts, Dom couldn't even feel Billy's gaze on him.

"Billy," he murmured, trying not to move his lips. If it wasn't raining, Dom imagined that he would be able to hear the echo of his whisper in the almost empty room.

"You will wait," Billy growled from somewhere to Dom's right. Dom whipped his head towards the sound without thinking; how had Billy moved over there without Dom knowing? He must have slipped off his shoes; socks on the polished wood floor would be nearly soundless.

There was a faint disturbance of air, and suddenly both sets of cuffs on Dom's arms were unlatched. His arms fell helplessly to his sides, limp and tingling as blood rushed back into them. Dom exhaled loudly, resisting the urge to shake out his hands or reach up to soothe his aching shoulders. Billy's hands appeared there, trailing lightly over his shoulderblades for a few seconds, then disappearing again. Billy moved silently around Dom, reaching out to touch him as he circled.

"Billy, please," Dom whispered, twitching. "Please."

Billy laughed, so quietly that the rain nearly drowned him out. "Lie on your stomach." He sounded far away, and Dom swayed towards his voice. "Dominic," Billy reprimanded, his voice sharp as a blade. "Do not make me tell you twice."

Dom tilted his body forward, falling onto his hands, and lowered himself gracelessly to the floor. The wood, though it had warmed up directly beneath him, still felt shockingly cold on his cock, which was trapped beneath his body. Dom stretched his arms above his head and clasped his hands together, thinking of his back as a bare canvas for Billy to mark, like Billy'd told him Viggo would say. Dom tried to picture himself in his mind, stretched out and vulnerable on a bare wood floor in a nearly empty room, blindfolded and handcuffed, helpless. He tried to see himself as Billy saw him; something to be played with and controlled, abused and loved, all at Billy's whim. Dom felt a rush of heat on his cheeks, and he turned his head so that his face was hidden, his forehead pressed against the floor once again.

Dom heard Billy approaching, heard the quiet thump of Billy kneeling down next to him. Billy's hands hovered over his back; Dom could feel the minute air currents as they moved. Dom tensed his muscles in anticipation of pain, but it didn't come. Billy moved his hands faster, nearly fanning Dom's back, and it was a welcome relief from the still, almost stifling air. But the non-sensation wasn't enough, and Dom arched his shoulders back, pushing up slightly on his elbows, desperate for contact.

Billy slapped him sharply across the shoulder and pushed him flat against the floor. "I don't recall telling you to move," he hissed angrily, his hands heavy and unforgiving on Dom's back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Billy, please," Dom whispered; his voice sounded oddly high-pitched and desperate, even to his own ears. He breathed out and Billy pressed down harder on his back, making it harder to breathe in again. "Please, Billy, please," he whinged breathlessly.

"Do you think I'll give you what you want?" Billy asked curiously. He dragged his fingernails roughly across Dom's shoulders; Dom cried out and arched his back, trying to squirm away. Billy stopped moving and dug in his nails at the small of Dom's back, sneering audibly at Dom's attempts at arching his hips up and twisting away from Billy's hands. His voice hardened when he next spoke: "You shouldn't think that."

Dom shook his head, squashing his nose against the floor. Billy stroked the pads of his thumbs across Dom's skin, even as he scratched with his other fingers.

"You shouldn't think at all."

All at once, Billy's fingers let up and he smoothed over the scratches gently, bending low over Dom's back to blow cool air on them. Billy's tongue flicked out to lick a couple of them. Behind the blindfold, Dom imagined what they looked like: angry red lines, stark across his pale skin, running down the length of his back on either side of his spine, especially deep and abraded at the small of his back. Dom shuddered and rocked his hips down again, making his aching cock rub against the floor. He hissed in sharp pleasure.

Billy's hand came down hard on Dom's arse with a loud smack, then Billy grabbed Dom's chin and forced him to lift his head, twisting his neck awkwardly, even though the blindfold prevented Dom from actually looking up at Billy.

"I told you not to fucking move."

"I di--I didn't m-mean to," Dom muttered desperately, unable to move his jaw because of Billy's grip. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"

"You're not keeping me in a very generous mood, Dominic," Billy continued, as if he hadn't heard Dom trying to speak, trying to apologise. "Your focus seems to be drifting." Billy pushed Dom's face away dismissively. "What shall I do about that, hm?"

Dom knew better than to speak again. He repositioned himself on the floor, back in his original position with his hands stretched and interlaced above his head, and his face turned towards the floor. He stayed as still has possible, hoping that it would show Billy he was trying. Because he was trying. But then he heard Billy stand up in a rustle of fabric, and heard his sock-muffled footsteps stepping over his body and across the room. Dom felt a stab of guilt and panic; he knew Billy would never leave him like this, alone and vulnerable, without further instructions, but knowing that didn't keep Dom from imagining it. He felt cold, slick with sweat, and uncertain. He listened hard for Billy's movements.

There was a faint rustling over where Billy had placed a mattress on the floor, but Billy was obviously trying to be as quiet as possible. He returned some indeterminate amount of time later, long enough that Dom was starting to get restless and twitchy. As Billy approached him again, though, Dom forced himself still and obedient again. Billy grabbed his wrists without warning and locked them together with the cuffs he'd put on earlier.

"Don't you dare move those hands," Billy warned.

Dom nodded as best he could in his position and twisted his wrists in the cuffs, testing and experiencing their sturdiness. His wrists were locked together, but not tied to anything, so it was up to Dom to keep himself still. A second later, Billy sat down on the back of Dom's thighs, pinning him. One hand--Dom identified it as Billy's left--gently squeezed Dom's shoulders. After a moment, it picked up the pace--still only one hand--and began to massage Dom's shoulders and back. Dom moaned at the unexpected pleasure.

But then Billy's right hand came into play. He was holding something sharp, something with what felt like millions of little needles, poking into his skin, and Billy was dragging it quickly across his shoulders. Dom winced and twitched, and when the object dipped down to his sides, he squirmed sideways, feeling absurdly ticklish. Billy pressed the object down with varying degrees of strength, at seemingly random places across Dom's back, until Dom finally started whimpering in frustration.

"What--what is it?" he asked, tensing his muscles to keep from squirming.

Billy moved the object up to Dom's head and dragged it through his hair a few times. Hairbrush, it's a hairbrush, Dom's mind supplied as he turned his head to push up against it. Billy's weight on his thighs was comforting, and now he was leaning forward, one hand on the floor by Dom's bicep, holding him up, and the other pulling the brush through Dom's hair.

"Billy," Dom breathed. "Oh, Bill... Please."

"Tell me what you want," Billy said softly. He dropped the brush to the ground and leaned low to kiss Dom's hair. "I might just consider giving it."

"I want..." Dom shook his head. "I don't know, I just..."

Billy twisted around so he could nip at Dom's earlobe. "This is your last chance," he whispered. "This is your last chance to tell me what you want, Dominic. Or else I'm just going to consider what I want." Billy pushed up onto his hands and knees; Dom could feel the brush of his jeans against his own thighs, and one rolled-up sleeve of Billy's shirt was pressed against Dom's bicep. Billy's tongue suddenly flicked out and skimmed over the scratches high on Dom's back.

"Nnngghh... I want... I want what you want," Dom answered, coherent thought skittering just out of his reach. He wanted to see, he wanted to see Billy's shirt come off, see the muscles in those arms tense and tighten as he pinned Dom down. He wanted to see Billy's smile when Dom did something to please him. But Billy wanted him to feel, and above all, Dom wanted what Billy wanted.

"I want you," Billy began slowly, "to rise up on your hands and toes..." Billy's voice became suddenly low and growly. "And I want you to stay that way, until I say you can move." There was a rustle of fabric and a light wave of air as Billy moved away to give Dom room. "Get up," Billy ordered sternly.

Dom slid his hands across the floor and fluidly pushed himself up until his arms were straight. His hands, cuffed together, couldn't move apart to support his weight, and it wasn't long before he felt sweat beading on his neck and forehead. Billy remained silent, the sound of his breathing lost beneath the pattering rain, which, Dom noticed absently, seemed to be letting up. Another impossible stretch of time passed, and Dom started breathing hard, his arms unsteady and beginning to shake.

The cloth around his eyes was damp with sweat; Dom wanted to brush his hair off his forehead, and wipe his eyes, but he wasn't able to. Billy still didn't make any noises that Dom could pick up on, and instead Dom heard the sound of blood rushing in his head.

Billy's voice, when it finally came, sounded like slap to Dom's ears. "Down," he spat. Dom collapsed sideways, his arms buckling beneath him, and groaned at the impact. Billy's hand fisted in his hair and jerked his head up, exposing his throat for Billy's other hand to stroke and lightly squeeze. Billy held him that way until Dom was breathing in short gasps, then released him without warning. Dom crashed to the floor again, exhausted, sweaty, and panting. Billy rolled him back onto his stomach.

The next touch Dom felt was that of a strip of thin leather. It was about the size Dom would expect from a belt, but he hadn't heard Billy take his off, so he wasn't sure. For the moment, Billy was just dragging the strap across Dom's shoulderblades, letting Dom feel it. Then, suddenly, he yanked it hard, causing the edges to dig into Dom's skin and the end to give him a sharp slap. Dom cried out in surprise at the pain, but he was too weak to attempt movement.

Billy repeated the motion at other spots across Dom's back, leaving little crescent-moon-shaped marks and perfectly parallel horizontal lines. Dom leaned from side to side, sometimes trying to get away from the pain and sometimes twisting helplessly towards it.

"I like this," Billy said quietly. "I like you like this, too exhausted to fight. It makes me want to push harder." He reached over and dragged his fingertips roughly over the abrasions. "Give you more than you can take."

"Please, yes, Billy, please, yes..." Dom breathed, shuddering at the harsh sensations.

Billy stood up and dropped the strap down beside Dom. He heard metal clatter on the floor; a belt buckle, it sounded like. Dom imagined Billy stripping off his trousers, completely exposed and yet not, because Dom couldn't see. But Billy wouldn't. He would use that as a reward, or a tease. Everything Billy did had a purpose, a planned and perfectly executed manoeuvre that Billy'd specifically designed to elicit a reaction from Dom.

"Don't move," Billy hissed, nudging Dom's shoulder with a sock-covered toe. He then padded across the room, his steps and motions deliberately loud so Dom could hear him clearly. There was a zipper--zipping or unzipping, Dom couldn't tell, but it wasn't anything Billy was wearing, he was sure--and the sound of Billy rummaging around. His duffel bag, then. Dom hadn't seen the inside, though, and had no idea what it contained.

After an agonizing wait, Billy returned and sat back down on Dom's thighs. With one hand, Billy squeezed and kneaded Dom's buttocks.

"You're being very good, Dommeh," Billy said approvingly. "Very obedient, now." He slapped Dom's arse, hard. "Tell me, is it because you're too weak? Too tired? Will I have to alter my plans for you?"

"No, no, Billy, good, it's--I'm--Billy--" Dom stuttered, sudden panic and desperate need flaring up in his heart.

"Quiet." Billy rubbed his palm over Dom's arse where he'd just slapped it. "I have no intention of cutting the evening short, Dominic. Don't tempt me."

"Yes, sorry, I'm sorry. I won't. I'm sorry."

"Good," Billy acknowledged, smiling audibly. "Because I think you're going to enjoy this."

Dom couldn't help but grimace at the expression; Billy's idea of his enjoyment was rarely anything less than painful, though the pain was often deliciously and meticulously measured out according to Billy's plans. Billy's hand disappeared and Dom heard the sound of a screw-capped bottle opening, then the liquid inside sloshing around.

An odd smell permeated the air. It was unfamiliar, and must've come from the bottle. Billy's left hand returned to Dom's back, his nails digging in once more as he criss-crossed the latticework of scratches that already stung and throbbed with a dull sort of pain.

Then Billy draped a damp cloth over him, swirling it around so it covered Dom's entire back. The liquid was strongly scented, and it felt almost like alcohol on his skin; cold and dry as it evaporated. At first, Dom thought it might be some sort of massage oil, but after a few seconds, his skin started to tingle. The liquid caused a faint burning sensation wherever it touched, and it was made worse by the extensive scrapes that Billy had been so deliberate in laying.

Dom's hands twisted in his cuffs as he tried to rotate his shoulders and find a position that alleviated the sting. Billy rolled off of him and chuckled when Dom thrashed his head around. He wanted to scratch his back, or apply gentle pressure to alleviate the burn, and Billy was doing neither. Billy was just watching him, watching his failure to control his body. But Billy only allowed him a brief moment to struggle before he grabbed a handful of Dom's hair and pulled him to his knees.

"Come," he ordered, nearly dragging Dom over to the mattress, the only piece of furniture in the room. Billy pushed him down onto the bed, face-up, and straddled him. "Be still."

Dom had thought pressure on his back would be easier to handle, but the coarse, wrinkled sheet beneath his body only made him squirm more as he tried to soothe the burn.

"Be still, Dominic," Billy repeated sternly. He used both hands to push down on Dom's chest, forcing his shoulders into contact with the scratchy bedsheet. Dom rolled his neck, panting heavily, and twisted his fingers together, unable to move otherwise, with Billy holding him so firmly.

"Nnngghhh," Dom groaned, biting his lip. Billy didn't let up on his chest; his hands were hard and would probably leave bruises, even if Dom stopped squirming. The burning sensation on his back was becoming more and more intense, and it was increasingly difficult for Dom to resist throwing Billy off him.

Dom was nearly vibrating with tension, and there was blood on his lip from where he'd bitten too hard. Billy pushed down on Dom's sternum and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up and still. "You will obey me, Dominic," Billy growled, his voice a low, rumbling sound on his throat. He thrust Dom's chin away and put his open palms back down on Dom's shoulders, curling his fingernails into the skin. "Fucking hold still, boy." He bent low and grazed his teeth over Dom's bared throat.

Dom squeezed his eyes and mouth shut and tensed every muscle he could identify in an effort to stop squirming. His entire body was stiff and his brow wrinkled in concentration. Billy's kept his mouth on Dom's neck, but Dom could feel his lips stretch into a smile. Dom arched his neck, glad that he was finally pleasing Billy.

Billy's hands eased up on his shoulders, and he slid them roughly across Dom's torso and down as far as his hipbones. When Blly's fingernails reached his nipples, Dom's tenuous control over his body slipped and he arched towards Billy's hands. A high-pitched whimper escaped Dom's lips.

"And you were being so good," Billy murmured, a note of disappointment in his voice. He sat back up on Dom's thighs, removing his hands completely from Dom's body.

Dom gasped and shook his head desperately from side to side. "No, no, Billy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'm sorry, Billy--"

"Shut up," Billy snapped, cutting off Dom's rambling plea. "Do as I fucking say, Dominic, don't you fucking push me tonight." Billy raised up high on his knees, no longer touching Dom at all. "Now, boy, answer me. Do you need to be tied? Can you handle it otherwise?"

Handle what, yes, maybe, but handle what? The panicked thought bounced around in Dom's mind, the only coherent thought he had. Dom didn't know what answer Billy was looking for, and he wasn't sure which answer would be honest either. "Ummph," he replies uncertainly. "Umm, Billy..."

"Fucking answer me!" Billy growled, fisting his hand in Dom's hair and yanking it. Dom cried out at the sharp, sudden pain.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Billy, yes, I need it, please, please restrain me, Billy, I'm sorry," Dom moaned when Billy didn't loosen his grip in his hair. He realized he was babbling and cut himself off by biting his lip. It reopened the cut there and the taste of his own blood made him murmur with renewed desire.

"Damn right you're sorry, boy," Billy muttered, pushing Dom's head back down to the mattress. "But I can't have you ruining my plans. Hands up." Billy grabbed Dom's wrist when he didn't raise his arms fast enough. He deftly unhooked the cuffs from each other and stretched Dom's arms out, spread-eagled, towards the corners of the bed. After a brief moment of clumsy groping for the ropes tied to the mattress, Billy fastened Dom's cuffs again, more tightly. Dom couldn't move his arms, they were stretched so wide. "Now let's see you struggle," Billy teased, pinching Dom's bicep so he would try to flinch away.

Dom groaned loudly and tensed his arms. "Oh, oh, Bill, god..." he slurred, his head falling to the side. The cold fire on his back hadn't faded, but Dom had forced it from his mind, concentrating instead on what else Billy was doing to him. Every time he twitched, every time the sheet brushed his skin, a sharp tingling sensation burned through Dom's body.

Billy moved down to pull Dom's ankles towards the corners of the mattress, tying them with the ropes in lieu of another set of leather cuffs. His fingers were surprisingly gentle as they caressed Dom's calves, then finally reaching his ankles and feet. The ropes were less pleasurable; Billy tied them tightly, leaving just enough slack to allow normal bloodflow. Billy bent over him and kissed Dom's knee. "Tell me, Dommeh," he murmured, his lips still touching Dom's skin.

"Tight, can't move, want, Billy, oh please, Billy, I need--"

"What do you need, Dominic?" Billy asked, more sternly. "Tell me."

"Need you, need restraints, need... Billy, god, Billy, hurts, it hurts--"

"Tell me about how it hurts," Billy ordered, smiling against Dom's knee. His tongue flicked out, and Dom decided that knees were erogenous zones. He gasped and groaned and arched his hips up off the bed, determined to ignore the fiery pain in his shoulders. "Tell me, Dominic."

"Fire, hurts, hot, tight, the ropes, they're tight, and I'm--God, Billy, I'm so--Billy, please, I need--" Dom cried, tugging at the restraints on all four limbs.

Billy moved up to straddle his thighs again, and then Dom felt Billy's breath against his cheek. "Why the fuck should I give you anything, if you can't even tell me what you want? What you need? Answer me!" The last command was shouted; Dom flinched away and tried to duck his head in humiliation. He felt a blush staining his cheeks and throat, and it was almost as painful as the chemically-induced stinging on his back.

"I'm sorry," Dom breathed hurriedly, "I didn't mean to, I'll do better, I promise, Billy, please, I promise, I'll be better for you, please, let me, please, Billy, for you, I'll be better--"

"Is that right?" Billy asked curiously. His right hand slid down Dom's sweaty chest, tugged for a second at Dom's pubic hair, and finally closed in a tight fist around Dom's leaking cock. "You'll be better? You promise?" Billy twisted his hand. "Why the fuck should I believe you, boy?" he hissed.

"I will, I want to, I'll be better, I'll be good for you, I will," Dom insisted desperately. "I'll be good, I promise, Billy, please, please..."

"Tell me how it feels, Dominic," Billy growled, twisting his hand again. "Tell me."

"Yes, yes, I'm--" Dom took three deep breaths to steady himself, ignoring Billy's quiet chuckle of amusement. "It's hot, cold, it hurts--"

"Do you want it to stop?" Billy asked silkily, loosening his grip on Dom's cock and stroking him gently. "Tell me."

"No," Dom replied at once. "No, not--If you want--Sorry, I'm sorry, I just--"

"Dominic..."

"Yes, sorry, yes, it hurts, the restraints, tight, they're pulling, it hurts," Dom gasped, his hips thrusting up into Billy's hand without his approval. He hoped desperately that Billy wouldn't be angry and stop touching him again. "My arms, sore, ache, and--"

"And what?" Billy coaxed, kissing the corner of Dom's mouth wetly. "Tell me." Dom's tongue darted out to touch Billy's lips and he tried to turn his head to kiss Billy back, but Billy retreated too quickly. "Tell me, Dommeh."

"Burns, everything burns," Dom whispered, sighing with pleasure as Billy's hand sped up. "Sorry I'm not better, Billy, I'm sorry." He took another breath to compose himself. "I need, Billy, I need you, I do, please, Billy, please touch me, please--"

"Please what?" Billy kissed Dom again, on the lips this time, but he pulled away before the kiss could deepen. "Domi-nic," he sing-songed teasingly, "please what? Tell me. Don't make me ask you again."

"Please stroke my cock," Dom breathed, his voice barely audible. His face flooded with heat anyway, and Billy laughed quietly.

"Tell me, boy. What do you think you need?" Billy's free hand drifted down to pinch Dom's nipples roughly, eliciting desperate, mewling cries from Dom's lips. "Louder, boy."

"I need you, Billy, I need..." Dom whispered. Billy grabbed his chin and pushed his head to the side.

"I said louder, you fuck," he hissed threateningly. His hand tightened again around the base of Dom's cock, keeping him on the verge of orgasm.

"Please, please let me come, please, Billy, I'll be good, better, please, I need it, I need you to, I need you, Billy, please!" Dom cried, thrashing about as much as he could on the scratchy sheets. His entire body was soaked with sweat, and he could feel his blush spreading over his chest. "Billy!"

"That's it, Dominic, beg me. Beg for it. More. Loud. Come on," Billy muttered, his voice low and encouraging and vibrating against Dom's throat. Dom was sure that his skin was radiating heat, but for once, Billy wasn't drawing attention to his embarrassment. "Come the fuck on, Dominic," Billy continued impatiently, "let me fucking hear you. Convince me you need it. 'Cause if you don't, boy..." he trailed off menacingly. "If you don't, if you don't need it, if you just want it... Then you're not going to get it, do you understand me?"

Dom cried out, straining against his bonds; Billy shook his him by the shoulders.

"Do you fucking hear me, Dominic?" he hissed loudly, his nails digging into Dom's tensed shoulders again. Dom wondered if Billy'd broken the skin at all throughout the evening.

Dom nodded desperately, shouting, "Yes, yes, Billy, please, let me come, I need it, I need you to make me come, Billy, please!"

Billy's lips crashed down onto Dom's, cutting off his cries, and he began stroking Dom's cock in earnest. Billy's forced his tongue between Dom's lips, nipping and growling and teasing. Dom moaned into Billy's mouth, tasting his own blood again. He thrust his hips into Billy's fist, and Billy didn't stop him. Dom felt stretched impossibly thin, every ounce of self-restraint used up, and Billy pulled back just enough to speak.

"Come for me, Dommeh, come on, for me, yes, Dom, come now, you can, love, come on," he murmured urgently, his lips now soft and pliant against Dom's. With a ragged, throaty cry, Dom let himself go; he arched up desperately into Billy's body, feeling Billy's rough jeans chafing his thighs and his soft button-down brushing against his abused nipples. Billy continued stroking Dom until he was entirely spent and had collapsed back onto the mattress with a grimace of pain.

Billy wiped his hand and Dom's belly clean with a corner of the rough bedsheet, and without a word, he untied the ropes from Dom's wrists and ankles, releasing him. Dom didn't even have the energy to rub at the the tender abrasions. He lay spread-eagled, unmoving, waiting for Billy to do something, say something, touch him, anything.

"Billy..." he sighed. His hand twitched, reaching for Billy, though Dom didn't know where he was.

"Shh, Dominic," Billy muttered, his tone laced with command. "Up." He curled his hands around Dom's arms--no sharp fingernails this time--and helped him rise to his knees beside the mattress.

Dom reached up and touched the blindfold; it was soaked with sweat. "Bill?"

"Not yet," Billy replied. "Wait." Dom sighed and struggled to maintain his posture as Billy moved away from him and did something with rustling fabrics. At long last, Billy touched his wrist gently, just above the leather cuff. "Be still," he murmured, and stroked a damp flannel over Dom's back and shoulders, wiping away the remains of the oil and sweat. Finally, the burning ebbed. Once Dom was suitably cleaned, Billy touched his wrist again and tugged him back onto the bed.

Billy had stripped it of the coarse, wrinkly sheet and uncovered Dom's usual high thread-count, soft cotton bed-linens. Billy helped Dom lie down on the sheets and covered him with a light blanket. Dom didn't want to let go of Billy, and didn't want Billy to let go of him, but it was another few moments before Billy slipped beneath the blanket to lie beside him.

"Billy," he breathed, searching blindly for Billy's body. He found Billy's arm, slid his fingers up it, and encountered a bare shoulder. Dom's lips parted as he followed the contours of Billy's naked body, so familiar and yet foreign from beneath the blindfold. Dom's hand drifted down to Billy's hip, and Billy stilled it with a firm grip on his wrist.

"No, Dom. Just rest, now," Billy murmured, pushing Dom's hand away. Dom could almost feel Billy's erection in his hand; he wanted it, wanted to please Billy, wanted to hear him come even if he couldn't see it.

"But--" Dom protested, his hand and voice both weak when compared to Billy's. Billy stroked his thumb over the underside of Dom's wrist, ever so gently, the barest brush of skin against skin.

"Later," Billy sighed, his breath warm and moist on Dom's face. They were very close together, Dom realized, and he was surprised he hadn't felt Billy's body heat sooner. Dom tried again to reach for Billy's cock, which he knew would be achingly hard; Dom's mouth watered at the thought. He wanted to taste it, taste Billy's come, wanted to make Billy come.

"I wanted to--Don't you want--" Dom took a breath. "Billy, please, let me--"

"Later, Dommeh. Rest, now," Billy replied forcefully, yet kindly, pushing Dom away once more. "Do as I say."

Helpless to resist that stern tone in Billy's voice, Dom nodded and relaxed his body, starting with his toes and going all the way up to his stomach before he felt Billy's hand at his temple, touching the blindfold. Billy reached around the back of Dom's head and untied it swiftly, then tugged it off and away.

Dom squeezed his eyes closed as Billy slid the cloth over his face. He had to blink a few times to adjust to the dim late-evening light. He found Billy staring intensely at him, his face only a few inches away from Dom's, and he wasn't smiling. Dom sighed contentedly and turned his body towards Billy's, rolling onto his side. "You're evil," he murmured.

Billy's expression melted into a soft smile that echoed Dom's. "You love it," he whispered back. Dom ducked his head, smiling, and felt a blush heating his cheeks. After a moment, he looked back up and met Billy's kind gaze.

"Thank you," he breathed. Billy answered by pulling Dom closer, into a gentle embrace. "Love you," Dom continued.

Billy kissed Dom softly on the lips, flicking his tongue out at the cut on Dom's lower lip, but not biting at all otherwise. Two of their hands were clasped awkwardly between their bodies, their other arms wrapped tightly around each other. Dom could feel Billy's hard cock pressing against his thigh, and he wanted to touch it desperately, but Billy had expressly ordered him not to do anything about it. Instead, Dom concentrated on the kiss, on the slick feeling of Billy's tongue and moist, soft lips, and the hard points of his teeth. Billy made a sound in the back of his throat that may have been a word, but Billy didn't seem to care that it wasn't heard or understood.

It felt like an eternity had passed when Billy broke the kiss and pulled Dom impossibly closer to him; he pressed his cheek to Dom's and whispered in his ear, "Sleep now, Dommeh. I know you're tired. Sleep now."

Dom moaned a half-hearted protest; he was exhausted, but he didn't want the night to end yet. Billy stroked his hand carefully down Dom's spine, eliciting soft cries whenever he traced over a particularly painful scratch. Being aware of the pain again put his exhaustion into perspective, and Dom's eyelids fluttered closed against his will.

"Bill..." he sighed, relaxed and utterly limp in Billy's arms.

"Love you too, Dom," Billy whispered in reply, kissing Dom's jaw as he drifted off to sleep.

Dom slept hard; he didn't dream, and he barely stirred at all during the night. He came awake suddenly, several hours later, but waited a moment before opening his eyes. Billy was breathing deeply, his breath warm in Dom's hair, still asleep. Dom's head was tucked up beneath Billy's cheek, and Billy was holding his wrists loosely, his thumbs slipping under the leather cuffs. After taking stock of everything he was able, Dom's eyelids slowly fluttered open.

It was still dark in the empty room; the very wee hours of the morning, by the quality of the light outside the window. It had finally stopped raining, as well.

Dom focused again on Billy, inordinately pleased that he had this chance to watch him sleep. Dom pushed his head forward and laid a gentle, open-mouthed kiss on Billy's throat. Billy's fingers tightened briefly, then fell limp again. Gently extracting his wrists from Billy's hands, Dom pulled away to check Billy's expression. He was most certainly still deeply asleep; his forehead was smooth and his lips, parted slightly, were dry from disuse.

Dom smiled and kissed Billy's neck again, and then lower, on his sternum. Dom kept his eyes on Billy's face, watching him for any sign of movement, but Billy didn't stir. Dom kissed his way down to Billy's stomach, grinning when he felt Billy's half-hard cock against his arm. Dom's own erection was barely spared a thought, eclipsed by Dom's need to finish what they'd started last night, his need to please Billy. Dom swirled his tongue around Billy's navel, smirking as Billy's muscles tensed. He glanced back up to make sure Billy was still asleep--he was.

Sighing with relief and desire, Dom tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to the head of Billy's cock. He pulled back quickly, staring up at Billy's face. Billy made a soft sound in his throat, like something caught between a sigh and a word that Dom couldn't decipher. But then the lines on Billy's forehead smoothed out and he relaxed again.

Dom looked back at Billy's cock, inches in front of his face. It was somewhat hard now, dark and standing out tantalizingly before Dom. Dom's mouth watered; he licked his dry lips and inhaled quickly, hoping Billy would stay asleep long enough for him to start. He breathed out, Billy's name on his lips, surged forward, closing his mouth around Billy's cock all at once.

Billy's hips jerked forward and Dom heard him make another soft noise of pleasure. Dom drew back and then took Billy in deeper, the pace agonizingly slow. His tongue traced the thick vein on the underside, and that swirled around the head, licking up the bitter precome that had gathered there.

A fierce, twisting stab of pure lust flared in the pit of Dom's stomach. His eyelids fell shut and he moaned, though much louder than he had intended. He went completely still, his face pushed against Billy's pelvis, and waited. As expected, Billy's hands appeared at the crown of Dom's head, tangling in his hair and trapping him.

"Ye're quite bold this mornin', aren't ye?" Billy slurred, his tone slipping between sleepy contentment and hard annoyance, as if Billy couldn't decide how to react. Dom moaned again in acknowledgement and bobbed his head once, taking Billy's cock into his throat and swallowing around the head. "Mmm, yesss..."

Dom's lips stretched into a sort of satisfied grin around Billy's erection, even as Billy began thrusting his hips at a more determined, forceful pace than Dom had set. Dom relaxed his neck and let Billy take control; Billy tugged Dom's hair and yanked him off and away. Dom groaned in quiet protest and glanced up at Billy's face.

He was smiling thinly and his eyes were a vivid green and still slightly glazed with sleep. "Wipe that smirk off your face," he rumbled good-naturedly. Dom bit his lip and tried to look contrite, but Billy only laughed at his efforts. "What's in your head, Dominic?"

"Wanted to please you, taste you," Dom replied quietly, unable to resist another satisfied smile. "I couldn't resist. I needed to feel you, wanted to taste--" Dom cut himself off when Billy raised an eyebrow at him. He bit his lip again.

"What you're saying is, you need discipline," Billy murmured teasingly. He combed his fingers through Dom's hair, giving his head a rough massage, and held Dom's face firmly a few inches away from his body.

Billy's cock was leaking precome now, and Dom stared at it, trying to lean forward and lick up the drops, but steadfastly restrained. His mouth was watering, he wanted it so badly. "Sorry, Billy, I didn't--I don't--"

"Oh, but you do," Billy cut in determinedly. "I suppose I might take the time to discipline you... Today, perhaps. What do you say to that, Dominic?" He tugged sharply at Dom's hair. "Dominic?"

"Yes," Dom gasped, staring intently at Billy's flushed and angry-looking cock. "Yes, yes, Billy, yes, always yes, always yes for you..." He wasn't sure of what to say to be allowed to suck Billy's cock. He wasn't sure if Billy wanted him to beg, or if Billy would even give in at all.

Billy pushed his hips forward slightly, until Dom could almost taste his precome; all he could see was Billy, all he could smell was Billy, and Dom's desire, his overwhelming need was driving him mad.

"Please, Billy, please let me, can I, please? Let me, Billy, please, I want to please you, please let me..." Dom murmured brokenly, suddenly amazed by both Billy's self-restraint and his own desperation. Billy had him submitting completely, without a thought towards his own pleasure, and they hadn't even been awake half an hour yet. Dom's hands drifted up to Billy's thighs and he stroked his palms up and down them lightly, not demanding anything, just silently assuring Billy that this would be good, Dom would make it so good.

Billy licked his lips deliberately. Dom couldn't see his face, but he heard it clearly, and in that moment, he knew Billy would relent. He was too wound up from last night, and probably still half-asleep too, though he was hiding it well. Billy teased him for another long moment, dragging his cock over Dom's wet, parted lips but not letting him close his mouth around it.

Finally, Dom let out a pained moan and jerked his head forward. Billy's fingers were tight in his hair, however, and he only succeeded in pulling hard enough in Billy's grasp to bring tears to his eyes. Billy held him determinedly, the muscles in his forearm standing out, and growled deep in his throat as a warning.

"I am in control here, Dominic," Billy said clearly, though his teeth were clenched. "Don't you fucking forget that."

"Yes, yes, please, let me, please," Dom hissed, his voice strained and thinned with pain. Billy gave Dom's hair one final yank, causing Dom to cry out loudly, then let him go. Dom dived forward and sucked Billy into his mouth eagerly, using his hands on Billy's thighs to steady himself.

Dom set to work, using his tongue to its full advantage, and was rewarded with Billy's ragged groan of pleasure. "God, ye're good at this," he mumbled, thrusting into Dom's mouth with abandon. "Such a fuckin' perfect mouth, Dommeh, yessss..."

Pleased that Billy was so obviously pleased, Dom slid his hands up and began stroking Billy's stomach and gently caressing his balls. Billy's hands twisted in his hair again, but he didn't pull; they guided him up and down on Billy's cock, controlling but not forcing. Dom was too enthusiastic for Billy to do much that he wouldn't like. Dom moaned, deliberately drawing out the sound for Billy's pleasure.

"Fuck, Dom, fuckin' yes," Billy groaned loudly. One of his hands slipped down from Dom's head to his neck, and then his shoulder, where he kneaded the skin and dug in his nails. Dom let out a short, mewling cry and curled a hand around Billy's hip.

Billy's hand on his shoulder made Dom aware of the ache in his muscles and the dull throb of the harsher scratches, and also of his own leaking erection, which he'd quite forgotten about in his single-minded task.

"Bill, come, please, want it, taste it, please," Dom mumbled, the words incomprehensible and garbled, barely making it past his lips, which he'd not really lifted from Billy's cock. Billy was about to come, Dom could feel it in the way he was shuddering and how his fingers were clenching and unclenching arrhythmically.

"Yes, take it, taste it, Dom, Dominic," Billy sighed, at last spilling into Dom's mouth with a low groan. Dom stopped breathing, totally absorbed in the feel of Billy's come on his tongue, on the taste of it, on swallowing and gently licking Billy clean.

Billy regained his composure remarkably quickly, though; after barely a moment of languid, contented panting, Billy tugged Dom up by his hair and pulled him in for a raw, demanding kiss. Billy's tongue pushed forcefully into Dom's mouth and stroked against Dom's, and Billy moaned softly at the taste of his own come still on Dom's lips.

Dom opened himself completely to the kiss, mind and body, letting Billy push and prod him further into submission. His cock was still achingly hard, crushed against Billy's firm thigh, but Dom paid it no attention. He focused on what Billy wanted from him, concentrated on giving Billy what he needed now, which was comfort and perfect obedience.

Finally, Billy wrenched his lips away and pulled back far enough to stare into Dom's face. Dom could feel his intense gaze on him, but it took him a moment to open his eyes. He smiled beatifically, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Billy stroked his palm over Dom's face; Dom turned into it, nuzzling Billy's hand, and stared lovingly back into Billy's dazzlingly green eyes.

"Perfect," Billy said again, his expression soft and utterly content.

Dom's eyelids fluttered closed and he blushed at Billy's praise. They were both tired, still, from last night, and he could feel the tempting pull of sleep at the edges of his consciousness. He heard Billy yawn. "Love you," Dom breathed, "Sleep now?"

"Yeah," Billy agreed; his voice was still becomming more slurry and imprecise as he neared sleep himself. "Yeah, love ye, Dommeh. Needed tha', needed ye, perfect, my Dom."

"Love you," Dom repeated, as if that explained everything. He sighed with exhausted pleasure at the comforting feel of Billy's arms wrapping around him, at Billy's body pressed against his own. "Sleepy."

"Later," Billy began in a slightly stronger tone, "later, I'll have tae teach ye some discipline, Dommeh. Later ye can look forward tae tha'."

A slow grin spread across Dom's face. Billy's words sent a spark of desire coursing through him, reminding him that he hadn't come yet, but Dom distanced the thought. When they next woke, Billy would have a plan for him, an evil, perfect plan, and Dom couldn't wait.


fin.