Fic: London Pastoral
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frahulettaesAuthor: fra
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet 'Verse.
This falls after the Wailing Wind.
Summary: Billy's past comes to call.
Rating: NC-17
Various pairings, Billy/Eric and some Viggo.
Lotrips/rps/Seriously AU.
Other stories in this verse:
Porcelain and Bittersweet - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/2759.html#cutid1
Everens - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3050.html#cutid1
Redress - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3337.html#cutid1
The Wailing Wind - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3593.html#cutid1
fra
2006 Summer
"Run with me, Billy, unghhh…" there was no mistaking the naked hunger in Eric's voice. Billy pulled back against the circle of Eric's arms, grunted into the new angle, fought for focus. His hands were tight knots clutching the wings of the old covered chair.
"I don't..ah, fucking hell, Eric…" Billy shook, his breath studdering out. "I don't kill. Not anymore." Billy dropped his chin whooping up a big lungful of air and groaned, screwing himself down on Eric's cock.
"I know." Eric leaned up against Billy, his hands sliding up the straining back and gathering Billy's tawny hair in a double fisted grasp. "You've been away too long." He growled hungrily into Billy's ear. "We've mis…'I' have missed you. Come with me."
Through the tall paned windows, the baleful eye of the moon shone, casting long dark shadows across the turkey carpet. Billy watched it break slowly free of the skyline and when the last spire had released its grasp, he felt the inevitable tug of change in his belly.
He gasped, folding down into Eric's embrace, eyes screwed shut. "Eric…" was all he managed before the change took his voice, pulling his throat tight and lengthening his jaw painfully. His words became a howl and he reversed, arching back, fingers turning to claws and the hair at his nape running rampantly down his spine.
Eric pulled an agonizing tension on Billy's shoulders as his hands too, snubbed and clawed. He thrust brutally with the last of his human strength and the change in his cock, fatter and thickly blunted, shot his climax deep inside Billy's tightening body.
In moments they'd become a tangle of furred limbs, snarling, lips drawn back from fanged teeth, biting and fighting for dominance. Billy's sleek tawny form, angular and wolf like, a stark contrast to Eric's enormous black mastiff.
Eric's weight brought Billy down and he clamped his teeth on the scruff of fur at Billy's throat, stilling, heart thundering in his narrow canine chest. His thoughts had simplified. Win. Hunt. Feed. Fuck. And Billy. With Billy.
Billy yipped, snarling and snapping, trying to free himself from the massive weight across his chest. But no amount of squirming seemed to work and he finally stilled, Eric's teeth clamped on his neck, his nostrils filled with the heady scents of sex and man and, far away, food.
Eric seemed to understand that he'd been submitted to and released Billy from his hold. Billy righted himself and galloped past Eric, through the heavily carved library doors, heading instinctively out of the house and towards the Heathe, Eric hot on his heels.
~~~~~~~~~
Viggo watched the dogs as they made the turn from the driveway gate out into the mews. Watched as they barked and nipped at each other, growling and once, skidding over each other into a frantic heap, then righting themselves and scampering off into the night.
He watched the dogs with joy and sadness.
Billy was with his own. But Viggo would miss him. Very much.
~~~~~~~~~
Billy woke slowly with the feeling that his hand was frozen in a block of ice. Actually, it lay in water, a small stream that he recognized as one that ran through the extreme north end of the Heathe.
His hand was cold and yet he was warm. And it was his hand, not paw in the water. And he was pleasantly full. Happily full.
Eric's arm was curled around him, the high cool grasses whispered in the quiet breeze and though it was very faint, he could smell honeysuckles that hung in drapes around them.
He smiled.
~~~~~~~~
"What are you smiling about?" Eric rumbled and breathed Billy's scent.
"How do you know I'm smiling, bastard?" Billy whispered.
Eric smiled. "I can feel you."
"Wanker. I'm full. So full. What, oh, God, 'who' did we eat?"
Eric sighed, then nuzzling the back of Billy's neck, began to tell him.
"His name was Nigel Whitstead. He was, let's just say, not a good man. He was stalking his latest victim, a girl around 14 walking through the Heathe at night, stupid bird."
Eric kept talking, telling about the night three days ago and as he spoke, images flitted through Billy's mind; of a man, pasty faced with small angry eyes and a red scarf on, the look on his face as he spied on the girl, and the one on his face when he turned just as Eric snapped his neck, ripping through the scarf and tearing his throat out. How it felt when his muzzle caught the scent of hot blood and his belly, cramped with hunger, became an irresistible force. And the joy, pure and sinful, of a snout buried in soft entrails.
"Oh, god. Eric. Oh, god. Ohgodohmygod. I can't, I don't…jesus, Eric." Billy smelled his own tears, could feel Eric shifting, if possible, closer to him. Crooning.
"Bill, Billy, it's okay. That's why we pick them out first. Billy, hush. Bill, hush, shhhhh." Eric's big hand stroked Billy from chest to hip and back, shushing and whispering softly.
It was a long time before Billy could speak again.
"Take me home, Eric."
And so Eric did.
~~~~~~~~
Dom was in the kitchen frying up breakfast when Billy and Eric got there. For the first time in what felt like years, Billy wasn’t hungry and the smell of cooking meat didn't make him sick. With Eric at his back and the domestic scene before him, he felt like a man of two worlds.
And quite suddenly, he didn't know which to choose.
Dom turned from the stove, his face exploded into a magnificent grin and ran to Billy, nearly knocking him flat. He would have but with Eric behind him, he just ended up smashed between them.
"Billy, oh my god. Bills I thought you were gone. Damn it, you fucker." Dom's words tumbled out. But he was shaking and Billy could smell his tears.
"'s Okay, Sblommie. 's okay." He sounded calm but he returned Billy's hug furiously.
"Billy." Viggo said, quietly from the dining room door. Billy looked up, over Dom's shoulder at Viggo. For perhaps the first time since he'd known Viggo, he saw him look other than his composed self. He looked, lost.
"Viggo, I…" Billy unwound himself from Dom and turned to Eric. "Please, Eric." He said.
Eric nodded, cupping Billy's cheek in his hand and kissing him softly on the mouth before releasing him. Billy covered Eric's hand with his own and turned into it, laying a soft kiss to his palm. "Just, wait for me. Wait. Please." He murmured. Eric nodded again.
Billy turned away, turned towards Viggo and suddenly they all knew something deep was happening, changing, being changed. Billy felt it and he was sure Viggo and Dom did as well. And Eric knew he was it and that he was causing it.
Billy flew to Viggo and Viggo opened his arms, accepting the offered embrace, eyes closed against the pain. "Billy." He whispered. "Don't go. Don't…"
"Viggo, it's not like that. I'm not choosing between you." He stopped so he could lay his hands on Viggo's face, so they could look in each others eyes. "But Eric showed me, he showed me I can't run. Not anymore. I…"
He turned to look over his shoulder, expecting to see Eric at the kitchen door but Eric was there, behind him, laid his hands on Billy's shoulders and Billy turned back to Viggo. "I don't want to take something away, Viggo. I want to 'add' something. Something for me. Please. 'Please.'"
Eric and Viggo looked at each other and Eric slid one of his arms around Billy, both claiming and protecting. And what ever Viggo saw in Eric's eyes, it must have satisfied him, because he smiled. First at Eric. Then at Billy.
"Welcome." Viggo said.
And he was.
~~~~~~~~~~
tbc
In the Porcelain and Bittersweet 'Verse.
This falls after the Wailing Wind.
Summary: Billy's past comes to call.
Rating: NC-17
Various pairings, Billy/Eric and some Viggo.
Lotrips/rps/Seriously AU.
Other stories in this verse:
Porcelain and Bittersweet - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/2759.html#cutid1
Everens - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3050.html#cutid1
Redress - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3337.html#cutid1
The Wailing Wind - http://fra-fiction.livejournal.com/3593.html#cutid1
fra
2006 Summer
"Run with me, Billy, unghhh…" there was no mistaking the naked hunger in Eric's voice. Billy pulled back against the circle of Eric's arms, grunted into the new angle, fought for focus. His hands were tight knots clutching the wings of the old covered chair.
"I don't..ah, fucking hell, Eric…" Billy shook, his breath studdering out. "I don't kill. Not anymore." Billy dropped his chin whooping up a big lungful of air and groaned, screwing himself down on Eric's cock.
"I know." Eric leaned up against Billy, his hands sliding up the straining back and gathering Billy's tawny hair in a double fisted grasp. "You've been away too long." He growled hungrily into Billy's ear. "We've mis…'I' have missed you. Come with me."
Through the tall paned windows, the baleful eye of the moon shone, casting long dark shadows across the turkey carpet. Billy watched it break slowly free of the skyline and when the last spire had released its grasp, he felt the inevitable tug of change in his belly.
He gasped, folding down into Eric's embrace, eyes screwed shut. "Eric…" was all he managed before the change took his voice, pulling his throat tight and lengthening his jaw painfully. His words became a howl and he reversed, arching back, fingers turning to claws and the hair at his nape running rampantly down his spine.
Eric pulled an agonizing tension on Billy's shoulders as his hands too, snubbed and clawed. He thrust brutally with the last of his human strength and the change in his cock, fatter and thickly blunted, shot his climax deep inside Billy's tightening body.
In moments they'd become a tangle of furred limbs, snarling, lips drawn back from fanged teeth, biting and fighting for dominance. Billy's sleek tawny form, angular and wolf like, a stark contrast to Eric's enormous black mastiff.
Eric's weight brought Billy down and he clamped his teeth on the scruff of fur at Billy's throat, stilling, heart thundering in his narrow canine chest. His thoughts had simplified. Win. Hunt. Feed. Fuck. And Billy. With Billy.
Billy yipped, snarling and snapping, trying to free himself from the massive weight across his chest. But no amount of squirming seemed to work and he finally stilled, Eric's teeth clamped on his neck, his nostrils filled with the heady scents of sex and man and, far away, food.
Eric seemed to understand that he'd been submitted to and released Billy from his hold. Billy righted himself and galloped past Eric, through the heavily carved library doors, heading instinctively out of the house and towards the Heathe, Eric hot on his heels.
~~~~~~~~~
Viggo watched the dogs as they made the turn from the driveway gate out into the mews. Watched as they barked and nipped at each other, growling and once, skidding over each other into a frantic heap, then righting themselves and scampering off into the night.
He watched the dogs with joy and sadness.
Billy was with his own. But Viggo would miss him. Very much.
~~~~~~~~~
Billy woke slowly with the feeling that his hand was frozen in a block of ice. Actually, it lay in water, a small stream that he recognized as one that ran through the extreme north end of the Heathe.
His hand was cold and yet he was warm. And it was his hand, not paw in the water. And he was pleasantly full. Happily full.
Eric's arm was curled around him, the high cool grasses whispered in the quiet breeze and though it was very faint, he could smell honeysuckles that hung in drapes around them.
He smiled.
~~~~~~~~
"What are you smiling about?" Eric rumbled and breathed Billy's scent.
"How do you know I'm smiling, bastard?" Billy whispered.
Eric smiled. "I can feel you."
"Wanker. I'm full. So full. What, oh, God, 'who' did we eat?"
Eric sighed, then nuzzling the back of Billy's neck, began to tell him.
"His name was Nigel Whitstead. He was, let's just say, not a good man. He was stalking his latest victim, a girl around 14 walking through the Heathe at night, stupid bird."
Eric kept talking, telling about the night three days ago and as he spoke, images flitted through Billy's mind; of a man, pasty faced with small angry eyes and a red scarf on, the look on his face as he spied on the girl, and the one on his face when he turned just as Eric snapped his neck, ripping through the scarf and tearing his throat out. How it felt when his muzzle caught the scent of hot blood and his belly, cramped with hunger, became an irresistible force. And the joy, pure and sinful, of a snout buried in soft entrails.
"Oh, god. Eric. Oh, god. Ohgodohmygod. I can't, I don't…jesus, Eric." Billy smelled his own tears, could feel Eric shifting, if possible, closer to him. Crooning.
"Bill, Billy, it's okay. That's why we pick them out first. Billy, hush. Bill, hush, shhhhh." Eric's big hand stroked Billy from chest to hip and back, shushing and whispering softly.
It was a long time before Billy could speak again.
"Take me home, Eric."
And so Eric did.
~~~~~~~~
Dom was in the kitchen frying up breakfast when Billy and Eric got there. For the first time in what felt like years, Billy wasn’t hungry and the smell of cooking meat didn't make him sick. With Eric at his back and the domestic scene before him, he felt like a man of two worlds.
And quite suddenly, he didn't know which to choose.
Dom turned from the stove, his face exploded into a magnificent grin and ran to Billy, nearly knocking him flat. He would have but with Eric behind him, he just ended up smashed between them.
"Billy, oh my god. Bills I thought you were gone. Damn it, you fucker." Dom's words tumbled out. But he was shaking and Billy could smell his tears.
"'s Okay, Sblommie. 's okay." He sounded calm but he returned Billy's hug furiously.
"Billy." Viggo said, quietly from the dining room door. Billy looked up, over Dom's shoulder at Viggo. For perhaps the first time since he'd known Viggo, he saw him look other than his composed self. He looked, lost.
"Viggo, I…" Billy unwound himself from Dom and turned to Eric. "Please, Eric." He said.
Eric nodded, cupping Billy's cheek in his hand and kissing him softly on the mouth before releasing him. Billy covered Eric's hand with his own and turned into it, laying a soft kiss to his palm. "Just, wait for me. Wait. Please." He murmured. Eric nodded again.
Billy turned away, turned towards Viggo and suddenly they all knew something deep was happening, changing, being changed. Billy felt it and he was sure Viggo and Dom did as well. And Eric knew he was it and that he was causing it.
Billy flew to Viggo and Viggo opened his arms, accepting the offered embrace, eyes closed against the pain. "Billy." He whispered. "Don't go. Don't…"
"Viggo, it's not like that. I'm not choosing between you." He stopped so he could lay his hands on Viggo's face, so they could look in each others eyes. "But Eric showed me, he showed me I can't run. Not anymore. I…"
He turned to look over his shoulder, expecting to see Eric at the kitchen door but Eric was there, behind him, laid his hands on Billy's shoulders and Billy turned back to Viggo. "I don't want to take something away, Viggo. I want to 'add' something. Something for me. Please. 'Please.'"
Eric and Viggo looked at each other and Eric slid one of his arms around Billy, both claiming and protecting. And what ever Viggo saw in Eric's eyes, it must have satisfied him, because he smiled. First at Eric. Then at Billy.
"Welcome." Viggo said.
And he was.
~~~~~~~~~~
tbc
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