Descend Written: July 20, 2003 For Andrealyn's Club!fic challenge. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leaning back into the thick heavy darkness, Billy lets his senses start to separate, to break off and thread into his consciousness one by one as he blinks slowly in the corner of the tiny booth. He smells the alcohol, the stale cigarettes and the underlying layer of sex that hovers just below the haze from the cheap smoke machine. He hears the relentless pound of music, drowning out clear thought and reducing the world to throbbing bass in his lungs and thick nasty guitar crunching in his ears. He feels the glass in his hand, beads of condensation running down his knuckles. These things are all in his mind, but they fade to dim background as Billy watches Dom and Elijah kiss. As he watches the slick slide of Dom’s lips moving against Elijah’s open mouth, Billy feels the floor beneath him tilt and lean towards the soft blue glow of Elijah’s skin and the lights from the dance floor flickering across his closed eyelids. Dom’s face hidden in shadow, only his swollen mouth visible and the fingers of one hand clutching handfuls of spiked black hair. Elijah’s eyes moving beneath their lids, head tilting back, and Billy feels the angle shift and fall, and he is no longer across from them but looming above them. Reality shifts, leans, drawing like the hand moving up beneath the tight fabric of Elijah’s shirt, sucking like Orlando’s lips on the skin of Elijah’s throat, hanging like the thick wet curls that fall across Elijah’s shoulder and make him shiver into Dom’s mouth. Orlando’s eyes open and all Billy’s senses slam back into him as violently as the knot that twists in his belly. He hears the deafening music, smells the smoke and the sweat and the tang of his own lust. The glass hard beneath his hand as his other hand digs blunt nails into crushed velvet. Orlando’s eyes glow at him over the blue quiver of Elijah’s ear. Elijah’s mouth opens in a soundless moan. Dom’s teeth go hard on Elijah’s jaw, and a hand reaches blindly back to ball itself tightly into the fabric of Billy’s shirt. He lets himself dangle over the brink, holding on by the grip of his teeth sharp on his lower lip, and with one urgent clench of Dom’s fingers, Billy falls forward. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home