kylezy | In which I'm all about the fantasy boy love

Day 15 → a fanfic

I've been excited about this question since Day One! Under the cut are two stories, one Merlin slash, one Lord of the Rings rps, so don't waste your time if either of these things aren't your bag, baby.

My favourite Merlin fic: Communications in Binary
Gah, this fic is the loveliest thing ever. In the comment I left, I noted that there were several times while reading that I had to pause and look away, just to smile. The relationship between Arthur and Merlin (college students) develops in such a natural and honest way, it's just...honestly, half the beauty of the fic comes just from the perfect progression of their friendship (and without being quite sure when it happens, their relationship too). Also, the Arthur in this fic is the most adorable Arthur ever, be prepared to fall in love with his awkward OCD ways.

My favourite fic ever: Cusp. Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan (LotR rps). Part two found here and part three found here. I've read this baby every year since I first found it and was devastated when I recently checked her website to discover that the place no longer existed. But tirelessly digging through the author's LJ yielded results, which I have safely bookmarked. I think it's an earlier version than the one I'm used to reading, some parts seems slightly different than I remember, in terms of wording, but anyway, I'll take what I can get.

Cusp is without a doubt my favourite piece of fanfiction ever. It's angsty, but it's not the sort of angst that makes you roll your eyes. It's almost tangible, you can taste it, you can touch it as you read.

Have an excerpt! It's far too long to really belong in a blockquote, but it was so fucking hard to choose where to end it!

“Get off, Dom,” Billy managed (commanded) finally, trying to concentrate on the feeling of his naked elbows digging uncomfortably into too-hot sand where they were supporting his (their) weight and not on the way Dom’s body felt against his.

“Make me,” Dom murmured, thick-hot delicious voiced, and Billy knew he would, knew he was going to, because he had never seen that look so plain on Dom’s face, that look that added: ‘I want you to,’ to the end of “make me” as clearly as if Dom had said it out loud.

“Dammit, Dominic,” Billy growled softly, and planted a hand in the middle of Dom’s chest and shoved hard, sent him sprawling into the sand on his back with an audible thump that pushed Dom’s breath from his chest with a little ‘huh.’ Billy twisted to his knees beside him, and glanced at Dom long enough to see that his face was open and startled, but his eyes were darker than ever, more wanting. Wanting more. He caught Dom by an arm and hip and flipped him neatly onto his belly.

“Wha ...?” Dom said, but didn’t finish as Billy dropped onto his back, and the breath gusted out of him again. He and Dom were nearly the same height, and Billy liked that. He liked it a lot. Splayed on Dom’s back like this, they fit together, inch for inch, toe to crown. He caught Dom’s wrists in his hands (Dom twisted them, but not hard enough to break even the lightest of grips, more like he was just feeling Billy’s grip, experiencing it) and dragged them upward through the sand, leaving trails like snow-angel wings. He pinned them neatly above Dom’s head, held them there with both hands, and for a moment, he just breathed on the back of Dom’s neck and stored up the memory of Dom’s body pinned beneath him, stored up the tension and the tight play of muscle as Dom thrummed a little.

“You have to fucking push me, don’t you, Dominic. You can’t just let it go, trust that I am not playing when I tell you to let it go.” He could hear it in his own voice, hear it in his tone, heavy with silken threat, he could hear how much he wanted Dom, and he knew damned well Dom would hear it too. Let him go, let him up, his mind yammered, but it felt distant and unimportant.

“I don’t want you to let it go,” Dom snarled (wolf snarl) beneath him, and pressed back, deliberately pushed back into Billy, the little fucker. Frustration sparked him as easily as lust, and he had both in what seemed like massive quantities at the moment.

“Dominic,” he warned, but he was breathing on the back of Dom’s neck, he could smell the ocean on Dom’s skin, and it was already too late, too late.

“Come on,” Dom breathed, and that flashed hot in his mind, flashed hot and vivid and stroked him in all the right places. Dominic needing, oh fuck fuck fuck, how was he supposed to resist Dominic needing?

“Dominant wolves,” he whispered hoarsely, “bite the necks of their mates to force them to show submission.” Dom sucked in a breath, and Billy bit down hard on the back of his neck, clamped his teeth into Dom’s sea-salty skin and felt Dom shift and writhe sweetly beneath him for about three seconds. Then he relaxed abruptly, all at once.

Dom’s hands had clawed furrows into the sand above his pinned wrists, but they had relaxed now, turned upward, palms slightly cupped, fingers curled and relaxed, and Billy wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or just an example of Dominic’s excellent fucking instincts. Billy wanted to see his face, but he didn’t move. Not yet. The taste of Dom’s skin was in his mouth, and it took real and deliberate force of will to make him relax his jaw and let go. He listened to Dom breathe heavily beneath him, and considered all the reasons why he should not do this.

“What,” Dom said hoarsely, “do the other wolves do, the ones that aren’t ... dominant?” His voice was all wanting angles.

Billy closed his eyes, closed them tightly and resisted the urge to grind downward, to push against Dom. “They take it, Dominic,” he murmured against the back of Dom’s neck, and felt Dom’s skin ripple with chills against his lips. “They fucking take it.”

GUH.

By the way, there's a sequel which is just as awesome, with Dom/Billy/Elijah. Catalyst . It's ELEVEN lj entries long, so good luck with that, see you in a few days :P No, seriously, it is so damn worth it, you will not regret it.