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TITLE: The Two of Us, Versus You.
AUTHOR: Belinda, Doom's Eyebrow (eyebrowofdoom@yahoo.com)
AIRING: Dom/Billy, featuring Elijah.
RATING: R
WARNINGS: real person slash, m/m sex, coarse language
SUMMARY: Billy's gums are getting cold from smiling. "You know, Dominic," Elijah says, "I expect you to defend me a little more proactively from your friend here."
AN I: Another Billy POV, but not nearly as odd as "Flint." What on earth am I doing writing hobbit-ensemble? Ask Zarah and Demelza. :) And probably Calico as well.
AN II: Haven't been in LA since 1999. Used Lonely Planet map to refresh memory -- hopefully haven't said anything too absurd. Where Elijah might live is a guess. No perfectly nice accents were harmed during the making of this fic.
FEEDBACK: Ooh, I like it. I even like it rough. Yowl.
DISTRIBUTION: list archives, yes (NB: okay to archive just as Dom/Billy). Others, please ask.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: This is conceived, perhaps lamely enough, as a sequel to Demelza's "Home", with another universe's Dom and Billy. Thanks to the scourge of cliche and all-round bit-of-alright, Lobelia.
DISCLAIMER: I made this up out of my oddness. I may be odd, but not odd enough to claim this is true, which it isn't. No one would, or does, pay me for this, I can assure you.

On the other side of customs, in the arrivals lounge, Billy sees Dom's wheaten-bright head craning around a stout lady in purple and her children, and he has a lurch of landing sickness all over again.
Dom is skirting the banks of plastic chairs on sticks and Billy is skirting them and Dom is getting bigger and bigger. There is the yellowing-at-the-edges denim jacket and a shirt Billy hasn't seen; there are the curving creases that bracket Dom's mouth and the row of Dom's teeth, and Dom is here.
Dom says, "Eh!" Billy hugs Dom, and Dom's cheek sandpapers Billy's squashed ear.
The hair behind Dom's ear, when Billy puts his mouth against it, is slightly stiff and stuck together, like a dog's fur after heavy rain, and smells sweetish, of gel. Billy says into the hair, "How you been, my Dommie, eh?" When Billy moves his arms down from Dom's ribs to his waist, Dom's body has more give in it for Billy to squeeze, like a tightly filled hot water bottle in a cloth covering.
The rows of seats full of people are a typewriter clacking on Billy's back. He is sure the two middle-aged ladies they have stopped beside were talking a moment ago. He lets Dom go.
"Yeah," Dom says. "Yeah."
Billy's gums are getting cold from smiling.
"What meat did the foil tray reveal, then?" Dom says.
Billy says, "The brown one."
Dom says, "Uh-huh."
Billy starts to slip his backpack strap down his shoulder, but Dom shifts from foot to foot and says, "Lijah's lurking in the loading zone, so..."
***
Elijah's irises are freshly alarming all over again as leans across inside the car, his hand reaching toward the open passenger window, saying, "Billy!"
Billy reaches in to grab the hand and squeeze it. "Allo allo," Billy says. Air hits Billy's wetted gums again. Then Elijah's hand goes like a closed umbrella and he retreats back into the cave of the car to pull the lever for the boot. There is the pop of that, then a shuffle and a creak, and by the time Billy has got around to the back of the car, avoiding a man in a panama hat with a luggage trolley, Dom already has Billy's suitcase in.
Billy goes for his duffle bag on the concrete, and Dom goes for it too. The vee between Billy's thumb and index finger and the heel of Dom's hand are like two Lego blocks slotting together. Then Dom lets go and Billy lets go, then they both try not to let go, and they both drop it. Dom says, "Go and get in, y'silly bastard."
As Billy passes behind Dom, Dom bends down, and his jacket and shirt lift at the back.
"Other way," Dom says. But Billy is already turning on his heel and correcting himself, heading back around to the passenger side.
Cars file past on the driver's side. One pauses just behind their back left cor Th The sun glints off its windscreen, and Billy cannot catch the driver's eye to wave him on. Across Elijah's roof, he shakes his head at the flashing windscreen. A horn from further behind honks.
"Do you think we can let him have shotgun, Lij?" Dom yells.
Elijah shouts back, "Oh, I don't know."
Getting into the passenger seat, Billy says, "I'm a good date. I put out." When he twists around to look at Dom, the lid of the boot fills the back window.
"Good to know," Elijah says, his mouth toothy.
The slam of the boot vibrates through the car, and then Dom is getting in the back seat. Billy puts his seatbelt on.
"How was the meat?" Elijah says to Billy.
Billy goes to turn around to look at Dom again, but with his seatbelt holding him down, the headrest is in the way. He hears Dom say, "He says it was brown."
Elijah's face tilts into the rearview mirror and crinkles.
They have been blocked in at either end, and Elijah has to to-and-fro as from a parallel park.
"Two yards directly up," Billy suggests. "Keep coming! Keep coming!"
"Thanks!" Elijah says heavily. The car jerks to a stop at the end of its current backward arc.
"I do my best," Billy says.
Elijah clunks the gearstick into drive. He says, "Can I option mckseckseat driver?"
Dom's voice says, "Plenty of room at this end."
Elijah clunks the gearstick back into reverse and eases them back.
"Still fine," Dom says.
"Yeah," Elijah says, "I think I can get out this turn." He nudges a lever on the steering column, and the indicator begins to tick. The gearbox clunks again.
Elijah's gaze flits back from the side mirror to the rearview mirror. "You know, Dominic," Elijah says, "I expect you to defend me a little more proactively from your friend here."
"Missed the gap," Billy says, with the rhythm of a laugh. Another bank of cars begins rumbling past.
"I detect inverted commas," Dom says. Billy thinks of the expression that must be on Dom's face: balls of the cheeks swollen, eyebrows in one long squiggle.
Elijah picks this next gap, and the revs surge.
"Which way are we going?" Dom asks.
"Other than the freeway, you mean?" Elijah says.
Dom says, "I thought Lincoln, then get onto Pacific Avenue and show our boy the view."
"God," Elijah says, "that'll take fucking ages."
They merge off the international terminal's ramp into a wider stream. "You need to be in that lane," Dom says.
"Yeah, if I'm going that way," Elijah says. "He probably just wants to go home and crash."
"Well, show him the scenic clover leaf if you like," Dom says.

"B>"Bully for you," Dom says.
"Fellers, I have been to Santa Monica before," Billy interjects.
"Shut up," Dom says warmly from behind. "No one's asking you."
Billy forgets about the headrest problem and tries to look at Dom again.
***
The sun is dipping when Pacific Avenue turns into Ocean Avenue. Palm trees begin to sail past, the light between them like a stick strummed along a fence. Below and beyond the tall embankment of the promenade, a tiny stripe of sand is visible at the edge of the sea.
"The homeless people are a nice touch," Billy says, at a man like a sack of rags at the foot of a palm tree.
"Bit of texture," Dom says.
"Picturesque," Billy says.
"You guys so belong together," Elijah says.
Dom pipes up, "Pull over and we'll introduce them!"
"No," Elijah says, "I meant you guys." He pauses. "Honestly, Bill, I thought I had him house-trained, but the moment you get in the car..." Elijah's hand fillips in the air above the steering wheel.
There are some more palm trees, and Elijah says, "You know, I did have gas." He flicks the indicator on. "But no," he says, stretching the vowel.
***
At what Elijalls lls the gas station, Billy takes his seatbelt off and twists around in his seat, half up on one knee, as if to straddle the centre console. He reaches for Dom's hand where it curls over Dom's knee, knuckles in a row like eggs in an eggbox. He squeezes Dom's hand, feels the bundle of bones compress. Dom is looking at him, and Dom's mouth is flat but looks like it is about to move, and something with many tiny feet runs around on Billy's scalp.
"Been keeping him on his toes, then?" Billy says.
"Doing my best," Dom says. The brackets at the ends of his mouth appear.
"You guys," Elijah says, getting back in and slamming the door in toward himself, "are so gay."
Billy sits back in his seat and mimes pulling something out from between his teeth.
Elijah rolls his eyes. The arc of a single shake of his head is cut off in the middle as Dom lunges forward around the driver's seat and mashes his mouth into Elijah's ear.
Elijah squeaks piercingly, his shoulder lurching up.
Dom's hand reaches around and holds Elijah's head still. Dom's mouth opens a bit, and closes a bit, and there is a small, wet sound.
"You, um," Billy remarks as the springs of Elijah's seat twang as he struggles, "still squeal like a girl."
Dom subsides into the back seat, his sleeve brushing Billy's shoulder on the way through. "Yes," Billy hears Dom say, his breathing slightly heavy, "yes, he does."
Elijah lifts the side of his head from where he has slammed it down against his shoulder, and rubs his sleeve into his ear. His eyes are squished small.
***
It is dark out, and Billy stands in the doorway of the kitchen and watches Dom poke Elijah repeatedly in the ribs while Elijah is trying to order pizza on the phone. Elijah dances away along the arc of the phone cord's stretch. Finally, Elijah comes to the end of the arc and is trapped between Dom and the bench. "Stop it!" Elijah hisses, hand over the receiver. "Get out! Out! Bad dog!" He points at the doorway, finger thrumming in the air.
Dom shuffles away across the linoleum to the door, head down, bottom lip stuck out.
Billy retreats back into the lounge room a bit so that Dom can stand in the doorway instead. Dom starts to call out quietly and slowly, "Anchovies... an-cho-vies..."
Billy tugs Dom's elbow from behind.
Dom's elbow tugs back, in three, short jerks. Billy tugs again, and Dom tugs back again: two jerks this time.
Billy tugs again, and Dom's head half turns back toward Billy, and Dom's cheek is the shape it gwhenwhen he is smiling, like the shoulder of an apple. Billy takes hold of Dom's elbow with both hands and pulls on it hard.
Dom staggers back into the lounge room and pulls up face to face with Billy, chest to chest. Dom's footing settles, and Billy's face cranes forward, but Dom ducks away, his neck like a snake.
Dom has this look on his face, his smile all stretched flat and his eyebrows low over his eyes. Billy shoves Dom against the wall and the look gets more lookish, the smile gets stretchier and flatter. Then Billy is trying to hold Dom down, or he is trying to tie his arms in knots, and Dom is trying not to be held down or not to have his arms tied in knots; and it involves a lot of twisting, and struggling, and staring, and breathing.
It takes them a while to realise that Elijah's voice is no longer talking on the phone.
"Game on!" Elijah remarks from the doorway. "Loser pays for pizza."
"The two of us versus you," Dom says, all teeth as Billy lets him up.
"Uh-uh," Elijah says, palms up, backing away.
***
Of course Billy has some, but he checks anyway. In Elijah's en suite, he opens the cupboard under the sink and moves aside some foot powder and a canister of cotton tips to find a shiny, black, cardboard box, its lifted seal standing up like the scalloped edge of a shell. It has three left in it. Billy closes the box and puts it back, then gets it out again and tries to remember whether it was closed. He hedges his bets and leaves the tab of the lid half way in, then moves the other things back.
Hanging on the back of the door as Billy goes to leave, is a shirt Billy is sure belongs to Dom. Billy peers at it, and it is the right pattern: very fine, vertical stripes in three different shades of blue. When Billy sandwiches the fabric low down at the back between his palms, it has the right texture: lightweight but with a slight, hempish coarseness.
It is late, and inside the pizza boxes on the coffee table are blooms of dark oil. Elijah puts his beer bottle down on the table with a wobbly clink, yawns widely and then makes a wet, clicking sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I hope you're satisfied," he says to Dom, who is sitting on the carpet. "I taste all fishy."
Dom raises his finger. "Have you considered..." he begins.
"Shut up," Elijah says, blinking red-eyed. "If the humour has deteriorated that far, it's definitely time to go to bed."
Elijah turns to Billy, who is beside him on the couch, and says, "I ought to get off Billy's bed anyway." He leans on Billy's knee to stand up, and Billy smells pizza -- garlicky, meaty and possibly fishy -- and the vinegary musk of deodorant. Elijah trails over to the door, sings out musically, "Night!" and disappears, jeans hanging from a loosened belt.
At the same time Dom is up off the carpet, and then is gone into the kitchen with the pizza boxes. Dom is standing in the doorway to the kitchen when Billy looks up and sees him. Dom reaches around behind the doorway and turns off the kitchen light, and the brightness in his hair goes out. Dom comes towards Billy, jeans cuffs scuffing behind shoeless feet. He looks at Billy and he looks at Billy's stuff next to the couch. He says, "You, ah, coming upstairs?" Dom is jacketless, and in the shadow of Dom's short shirtsleeve, Billy watches the roundness of the upper arm stretch and flatten as the forearm extends. Dom is holding out his hand.
Billy gets up, and he doesn't take the hand: he wraps his arms around Dom's neck and kisses Dom. Dom tastes garlicky, meaty, possibly fishy and also sharply yeasty like beer, and Billy's lips open and close and open again on Dom's, his tongue slides and circulates, and Dom's tongue loops over his.
Dom stops and pulls away. He smiles at Billy in that flat and stretchy way. He takes Billy's hand off the back of his neck, but he doesn't let the hand go. He starts to back away, tugging Billy with him by the hand.
Billy follows Dom into the hall, and when they get to the stairs and Dom turns to go up, Billy follows him, holding his hand from behind.
When Billy catches Dom in the doorway of the bedroom, grabs him and kisses him, the back of Dom's head hits the doorjamb with a crack.
"Sorry, sorry," Billy says frantically, "sorry." Billy runs his hands all over the fragile, crackable egg of Dom's head, through Dom's hair, gelled brittle at the tips, soft at the roots.
"Alright," Dom says, "alright." When Billy keeps patting and stroking his head, Dom says, "Stop it, you duffer, I'm alright. Close the door, eh?"
***
The sand of sleep trickles slowly out of Billy's ear. The sheets smell strange. He moves his head, and they don't smell strange, they smell like the resin-and-nutmeg cologne Billy found beneath the collar of Dom's shirt last night.
Billy rolls over a bit, and his hand brushes something that is not sheets. It's Dom's hand, curled up pliantly in sleep. Billy opens his eyes.
Dom's mouth, on the other pillow, hangs slightly open. His cheeks are dirty with stubble the colour of ashwood.
Billy gets to his elbow and shifts over towards Dom. He moves Dom's outstretched wrist out a bit and settles himself into the space between Dom's body and his arm. Dom's shoulder is round as a dune under the compressed cartilage of Billy's ear.
A tiny noise, like a single note of a gurgle, comes from Dom's throat. Dom's chest rises and falls gently under Billy's arm.
Billy moves his hand down Dom's torso. He finds the trail of hair on Dom's stomach, and the finer hairs all around it that point towards it, as if it were a gutter between two peaks of a roof. Below that he finds what he is after, and it is warm, heavy and slightly intractable in his hand, like a half-full hose.
A little while later, Dom is warmer than before between Billy's fingers, but less heavy on account of being more inclined to stand up. A little while after that, Dom says, "Uh."
Billy's hand moves back and forth. Dom's hair shifts on the pillow: a brushing sound. Dom says softly, thickly, "Allo."
"Allo," Billy replies. His hand speeds up a bit. He listens to Dom breathing. Dom's fingers push sluggishly into Billy's hair.
Billy says into Dom's neck, "Can I fuck you?"
Dom says, "Uh." Billy strokes. Dom says, "Bit full o'lager bubbles, 'think. You might, um, hear about it." He makes a sound under his breath that is like a little giggle.
"Yeah," Billy says.
"Mmm," Dom says.
Dom's neck is rough against Billy's lips.
Dom pushes Billy off and back a bit, and Dom turns over on his side, facing Billy. Dom reaches out for Billy, and their wrists cross. The almost hairless skin inside their forearms brushes for a moment.
Then they sort themselves out, and Billy says, "Mmm," rather urgently.
Dom says, "Uhh," and then, "mmm."
"Did you miss me, eh?" Billy says.
"Mmm!" Dom says, sharp-edged.
"This where you got to, Billy," Elijah says, damp-haired, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, coming over to the bed.
Dom is rather further away from Billy than he was, and the sheet is higher.
"Y'get lonely on the couch or something?" Elijah says. He sits down beside Billy on the bed, knocks his knuckles against Billy's shoulder.
"Eh, my back hurt," Billy says. "Th'young Dominic was good enough to take me in against the ravening winter's cold."
Billy's palm, lying against the sheet, feels guilty, as if he were holding something he pinched and Elijah is the teacher.
"I even bought all his matches," Dom says.
"Uh-huh," Elijah says
"Personally," Billy says, "I'm a bit concerned he has nefarious purposes in mind for me, and I don't just mean scullery duties, eh?" He is facing away from Elijah, and does not roll over. He twists his neck around to look at him.
Elijah grins at Billy. "You know," Elijah says, "I am perfectly aware that sometimes, in the morning, the human penis..."
"Well, now you mention it," Billy says. He rolls onto his back, grins up at Elijah.
Elijah looks away, shaking his head.
Billy reaches for his watch on the bedside table. Elijah says to Dom, "I'm going to the store, so..." Billy catches Elijah's eyes following the movement of Billy's arm. Beside Billy's watch on the polished wood is a torn-open packet.
There is a moment where Billy sees Elijah's face, ironed flat as a pressed flower, and Elijah sees Billy seeing his face.
"Okay, well, I'll leave you to it," Elijah says. He is up off the bed alarmingly fast, his path to the door cutting a sudden zigzag around something on the floor.
The door closes, and Dom and Billy are very still. Whillyilly looks at Dom, Dom's face is pulled long by the angle of his head, looking at the door.
***
When Billy wanders into the kitchen in Dom's pyjama bottoms a bit later, Elijah is standing by the opened coffee maker, unfolding a paper filter.
"Hey," Elijah says. He looks at the filter. For no good reason, Elijah's accent suddenly sounds appalling to Billy, like a banjo string plucked too high.
"Hi," Billy says. Billy leans on the bench next to Elijah. Elijah unfolds the last fold in the filter and goes to put it in the coffee maker. But he doesn't, because Billy's hand is on his arm.
"Look," Billy says. Elijah's face pulls in upon itself, as if a drawstring that comes out of his nose has been fractionally tightened.
Billy pokes Elijah in the arm, hard. "Oi!" Billy says. "Don't look like that!" He pokes Elijah again, in the ribs.
Elijah jerks away, his body giving a little jackknife. He smiles without teeth. "Like what? I don't look like anything," he says.
"Bollocks you don't," Billy says. He knocks Elijah with a hip-and-shoulder, throws an arm around Elijah's neck and headlocks him. The coffee filter crunches dully underfoot. Billy scrubs his knuckles into Elijah's damp scalp.
"The fumes! The fumes!" Elijah squeaks.
Billy sniffs loudly at his other armpit. "I don't know what you're talkinout,out," Billy says calmly.
Elijah jerks a bit in the headlock, then goes still.
"Can I have my head back any time soon?" Elijah asks.
"Perhaps you'd like to hear a nice song about Bonnie Prince Charlie," Billy says. He clears his throat.
"No," Elijah says.
"Alright then," Billy says. He lets Elijah go.
Elijah staggers across the lino a bit, and straightens up. He puts his hand to his face.
Billy strides across the space between them and seizes Elijah around the waist. "Hah!" Billy says.
The limp wings of Elijah's arms give a bad-tempered flap. "What now?" Elijah says.
Billy says, "What I was trying to say was..."
"It's alright," Elijah says quickly. "It's alright, you know, I was just..." He wrinkles his nose.
"No," Billy says, "shut up." Elijah's big eyes, fuzzy in close-up, duck away. "Sometimes, when two blokes keep touching each other all the time..."
Elijah shifts in Billy's arms. "I know, I just..." he insists.
Billy tightens his grip. "And poking each other, and rubbing up against each other, and even giving each other a bit of a kiss..." Billy smacks a kiss on Elijah's cheek.
"Stop it!" Elijah says, the corners of his mouth tweaking.
"Sometimes it's 'cause they're just joking around. And sometimes," Billy says, "it's not. Yeah?"
"Stop it!" Elijah squeaks. Billy kisses Elijah's cheek again, and then again. "Er!" Elijah squeals, squirming. "God!"
Elijah stiffens in mid-wriggle. Billy turns and sees Dom in the doorway. Dom is not wearing his pyjama pants, on account of Billy wearing them: he is wearing trackpants. Dom has one foot forward, has not transferred his weight onto it. A blank blind has dropped over his face.
Billy smiles. He says, "I'm just explaining the facts of life to our young Elijah here."
He hears Elijah give a little huff. One of Billy's hands on Elijah's back beckons Dom over.
When Dom comes forward, his face has begun to move again, is no longer like a wax cast of itself. Billy pushes Elijah back into Dom, sandwiching Elijah between them. Billy's hands curl around Dom's bare sides. Now Dom smiles, and puts his arms around Elijah and Billy in turn.
Elijah says, "You know it's okay, you guys, you know, I just got a bit of a shock, but it's fine, I was just..."
"Shh!" Dom says, tightening his grip around the two of them. "Where are we up to in the lesson, Billy?"
Billy gives a bit of a shove back against Elijah, and feels the impact in his own hands on Dom's waist, his palms getting sticky against Dom's skin. Billy says, grinning, "I was just telling Elijah that sometimes, when Daddy and Daddy love each other very much..."
Dom grins back at Billy over Elijah's shoulder. He gives a long, slow sort of a wriggle against Elijah, and then Billy gives one as well, and then Elijah is saying, his voice high, "I know what Daddy and Daddy do, okay, I know already, you don't have to demonstrate!"
Billy feels a rhythmic shaking in Dom's sides, and Dom's breath puffs in and out through his grin. Elijah squirms harder, and then Billy squeezes a bit harder, and Dom squeezes back, and Elijah says, "Uh, God!"
Dom pulls away, quick and jerky enough to loosen Billy's grip. Elijah worms sideways and is gone, his sneakers slapping the lino.
Billy's front is cold. Dom stands, his hands hanging loose.
Billy steps right up to Dom and puts his arms right around him, he pushes his hips into Dom's, pushes Dom back into the edge of the bench and has the resistance of that as he pushes; he presses his face into Dom's bed-sweaty, bare neck.
"Do you think," Billy says into Dom's ear, "we could have fucked him just then, the two of us?" When he traces with his tongue the spiral of Dom's ear draining away into the earhole, there is a faint, bitter taste of wax.
"Um," Dom says, his back arching about the apex of Billy's arm, the apple of his cheek swelling against Billy's temple. He says, "I don't know." His eyes, when Billy catches them, blurred from closeness, slide sideways.
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