in fact, I was so obsessed with it, especially the surprisingly sensual (to me, anyway) description of Dom finding Elijah's horns, that I sort of, uh, came up with the following (completely unlicensed fic-of-a-fic!):
The three new roommates crowd into Dom's narrow bed with much cursing, shoving, and muttering. They somehow manage to get to sleep, and the next morning Dom wakes to Billy snoring in his ear and an aching erection.
"Hey Dom, maybe you should do something about that," Elijah suggests sleepily.
Dom opens an eye. He likes this angel/devil thing. Especially the devil part. He rolls over on top of Elijah, pinning him to the mattress.
"Well, it's all on account of my having been snuggled up to this luscious little devil all night long," he breathes.
Elijah goes wide-eyed and very still. This wasn't in the devil training manual. Billy snores on peacefully.
"I, um," says Elijah, and bites his lip.
"Damn it all, you're a devil, aren't you supposed to be encouraging me to do things like this?" Dom asks. If Billy were awake, Dom thinks he'd probably say something about the evils of seducing innocent young boys.
"Well, I -" Elijah continues, and wriggles under Dom's weight. His tail twines around one of Dom's legs, and Dom can feel him growing hard. Oh good, thinks Dom, he is interested. Dom smiles and leans down for a kiss, but at that moment Billy does wake up.
"Dominic Monaghan, what do you think you're doing?" he demands.
"Could you have worse timing?" snaps Dom. Elijah says,
"I think you just flunked that guardian angel test again."
He smirks.
Billy rolls his eyes. "Well, you are a devil," he says, "far be it from me to interfere with you doing your job of tempting our Dom."
"He's kind of innocent for a devil, don't you think?" Dom asks Billy conversationally. "I mean, I think it's me who's doing the tempting here."
"Hey!" Elijah protests.
"Well, he is a very young devil," Billy allows. Dom looks down at Elijah, still pinned beneath him. He looks so very young, wide eyes, full lips, horns just peeking through tousled dark hair.
"Uh, how old are you, exactly?" Dom asks, feeling an attack of that thing he vaguely recognizes as his conscience.
"I'm 170, you know," Elijah pouts.
"Oh," says Dom. He's not sure how he feels about that, but as he starts to move away Elijah licks his lips and fixes him with a pleading expression. "Um, is that past the age of consent for devils?"
"Yes," says Elijah, and slides his tail further up Dom's leg.
"Just barely," mutters Billy, and rolls over before falling back asleep.
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The three new roommates crowd into Dom's narrow bed with much cursing, shoving, and muttering. They somehow manage to get to sleep, and the next morning Dom wakes to Billy snoring in his ear and an aching erection.
"Hey Dom, maybe you should do something about that," Elijah suggests sleepily.
Dom opens an eye. He likes this angel/devil thing. Especially the devil part. He rolls over on top of Elijah, pinning him to the mattress.
"Well, it's all on account of my having been snuggled up to this luscious little devil all night long," he breathes.
Elijah goes wide-eyed and very still. This wasn't in the devil training manual. Billy snores on peacefully.
"I, um," says Elijah, and bites his lip.
"Damn it all, you're a devil, aren't you supposed to be encouraging me to do things like this?" Dom asks. If Billy were awake, Dom thinks he'd probably say something about the evils of seducing innocent young boys.
"Well, I -" Elijah continues, and wriggles under Dom's weight. His tail twines around one of Dom's legs, and Dom can feel him growing hard. Oh good, thinks Dom, he is interested. Dom smiles and leans down for a kiss, but at that moment Billy does wake up.
"Dominic Monaghan, what do you think you're doing?" he demands.
"Could you have worse timing?" snaps Dom. Elijah says,
"I think you just flunked that guardian angel test again."
He smirks.
Billy rolls his eyes. "Well, you are a devil," he says, "far be it from me to interfere with you doing your job of tempting our Dom."
"He's kind of innocent for a devil, don't you think?" Dom asks Billy conversationally. "I mean, I think it's me who's doing the tempting here."
"Hey!" Elijah protests.
"Well, he is a very young devil," Billy allows. Dom looks down at Elijah, still pinned beneath him. He looks so very young, wide eyes, full lips, horns just peeking through tousled dark hair.
"Uh, how old are you, exactly?" Dom asks, feeling an attack of that thing he vaguely recognizes as his conscience.
"I'm 170, you know," Elijah pouts.
"Oh," says Dom. He's not sure how he feels about that, but as he starts to move away Elijah licks his lips and fixes him with a pleading expression. "Um, is that past the age of consent for devils?"
"Yes," says Elijah, and slides his tail further up Dom's leg.
"Just barely," mutters Billy, and rolls over before falling back asleep.
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i'm all inspired now.