FIC: "Fun & Games: The Downward Spiral" Part Twenty-Two (Dominic Monaghan/Karl Urban, Orlando Bloom)

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Title: "Fun & Games: The Downward Spiral" (Part Twenty-Two)
Author: Brenda
Series: Fun & Games
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Karl Urban (Orlando Bloom)
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(part twenty-two)


"Now everything is clear
I erase the fear
I can disappear
I don't ever want to make it stop"
-- NIN


Dom was restless, moody, on edge. Felt like he was on the motherfucker of all caffeine highs. He wanted to go out, he wanted to dance until he dropped dead of exhaustion, he wanted to be with people and lights and sound and noise. He paced back and forth across the living room, back and forth, trying to find some surcease from this well of dissatisfaction. What the hell was wrong with him, why was he so restless, what...

"Dominic."

He stopped, whirled around. Karl was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with amused eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Pacing." Dom would have thought that was obvious.

"Don't be cheeky. Why?"

Dom shrugged, didn't know, couldn't explain. All he knew was that it was getting worse. A nameless something kept trying to crawl out, to take over. He needed to leave. "I want to go out."

"So go." Karl raised an elegant shoulder, his gaze indifferent. "Have fun."

"I want you to come with me."

"No."

No? "It's a simple thing. I want to go out. I'd like your company."

Another small shrug. Karl continued to sip his port while looking over his script pages for the next day's filming. "No."

No. Just 'no'... Dom took a deep breath, tried to calm down. What did it matter that Karl didn't want to go out? He should drop it, should just go out anyway. But couldn't. "C'mon. Please." Karl had made it clear, time and again, that he'd do anything Dom wanted as long as he asked. "I'm asking."

"No." Karl didn't even look up this time.

"No?" He couldn't have heard that right. He had asked.

"No." Karl flipped another page of his script, the small sound of rustling paper shockingly loud.

"It's all been a fucking game to you, hasn't it?" The words tumbled out, unbidden.

Karl finally looked up, those unforgettable eyes hooded. "What do you mean?"

Dom felt as if he was on the edge of a bottomless cliff, the slightest movement ready to push him over the edge. "I'm talking about this...you, me, everything. You did it to prove a point."

Karl never moved, continued sitting there, so relaxed, so calm, still so totally in control. It kicked Dom's temper up a notch. Still couldn't figure out why he was so mad, why he was so restless, why he was pushing this, what the hell was wrong with him. All he knew was that he wanted to fight. "Why do you say that?" Karl asked.

"Because you're still sitting there and I'm standing here and I fucking asked you for something and you said no!" Dom shouted the words, feeling that nameless thing just inside his skin, poised to leap out. The wrong word, the wrong gesture, would set him off.

And then Karl did both. "I don't feel like going out," he said calmly, and looked back down at the script in his lap.

A burning anger unlike anything he'd ever known swamped Dom's every sense, every nerve ending...fucking lying cunt. In four quick strides, Dom crossed the room and jerked the script away from Karl, sent it flying into the wall with a swift movement. Karl's glass followed scant seconds later, the glass shattering as it hit the front door, spraying the room with the sickly sweet aroma of port. "You lying, pathetic motherfucker!"

Karl stood, loomed over Dom. "Be extremely careful with your next move." Karl's voice was as low and seductive as ever, but now it had an edge to it Dom had never heard before. He wanted to push it over that edge.

"Fuck you." He looked Karl dead in the eyes, didn't waver, didn't look away, didn't back down from the intense heat. "I'm just a plaything to you, and I don't know why you couldn't be honest with me about it."

"If you want to go out, go out. I'm not your father or your keeper."

"Then what the fuck are you?"

"What do you think I am?"

"Stop answering my questions with fucking questions!" Dom pressed in closer, anger coming off of him in waves of black. He wanted to maim, to rip, to tear. "What are you?"

Karl looked at him, into him, perfect face tinged with something Dom couldn't quite name. "Your need for verbal reassurance grows tiresome," Karl finally stated. And started to turn.

No, not this time.

"Answer the fucking question!" Dom's hand smacked across Karl's cheek before he could stop it, before he could think. The loud rapport of it echoed, fractured, seemed to grow into a booming earthquake. Dom just stared in shock for a second at the red imprint...but a second was all he had before Karl slammed him face first into the wall, pinning his hand against his back, jerking it up.

"Is this what you want?" Karl's voice was right in Dom's ear as Karl twisted his arm higher.

"I..." Dom stopped, tried to speak through the pain, to speak through the anger that still coursed through his blood. "I want proof."

"You want me to kill you? Would that prove it to you?" Karl no longer sounded calm, in control. Now his voice shook, and Dom could hear the rage trying to break through. "You want me to rape you?" Karl continued. "To keep you in a fucking padded cell and only bring you out when I want a blowjob?"

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Would you kill me to keep me?"


Onto Part Twenty-Three
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Comments

[unbrokenmuse.livejournal.com]

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Would you kill me to keep me?"

Hopelessly hooked here, help.<3

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Just what any writer wants to hear. Glad you're enjoying it & I promise, there's more.

Thank you!!!!!!

[angiepen.livejournal.com]

Umm. OK, that's getting intense. [blinkblink] I'm trying to figure out what's going on here and the best thing I can come up with is that Karl wasn't talking about just anything when he said that all Dom had to do was ask for something, that he was talking about requests specific to their intimate relationship, maybe even sex-specific. 'Cause on the one hand he did say that and Dom made a simple request, but on the other hand I have a hard time buying that Karl actually meant that Dom could ask him for anything, to do anything, any time, about anything, and that he'd always agree. [ponder] Sounds like miscommunication, here. Dom's making some fairly huge assumptions, but he is taking Karl literally. Interesting to see how this goes.

Angie

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*grins*

There's definitely some miscommunication going on here, yes. But the results will be the interesting thing.

Thanks for reading!!!!! <333

[flipmontigirl.livejournal.com]

I was waiting. Waiting for Karl to lose control. I was sure he would.

But he didn't.

He shows desire, both verbally and physically. He is very *very* involved when it comes to sex with Dom , because he loves Dom, that's obvious. And he clearly enjoys the games, too, the dominance, the power he has. But.

But.

He never lets go. Not even when he's tied up and helpless. Not even when Dom is inside him.

Karl never loses control. And it's crazy, because he gives a lot, as well. He's done nothing but give and give and give to Dom. He's given so much and yet there's a boundary that he won't cross. At some point he withdraws and it's...it's frustrating. It's complicated. It's painful.

And yes, I can see why Dom would want to shout at him. Dom who is so helpless. Dom who can't resist being close to Karl if he can't touch him. Dom who's given up everything and everyone because he's found his haven, his everything. I can understand why he'd taunt Karl. Insult him by questioning his love, his devotion. Yank his chain. I would do that, too, just to know that I could at least get an uncontrolled, uncontrollable reaction.

How do you know someone really loves you when they never lose control? Not even for a second? How do you know for sure, when you're inside someone or they're inside you and they don't close their eyes, never close their eyes?

And maybe...maybe now Karl is finally losing control. And maybe, maybe Dom won't be getting what he expects, he'll be getting more.

That's what Karl always does after all, isn't it? He rarely gives what people want of him, but when he finally does, he always gives much more than he was asked, much more than anyone could take.

*sigh*

This story makes me feel unstable. Twitchy. Crazy. I guess it takes a very good writer to make me feel that way.

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*pets*

You've actually hit it completely on the head. And very articulately, I might add.

Thank you! <33

[stormatdusk.livejournal.com]

*is dead from Chapter 21 but revives to comment*

I love flipmontigirl's whole comment. Dom's not looking to go out; he's looking for honest, uncontrolled information about Karl's commitment to him. Go Dom.

Dom's hand smacked across Karl's cheek before he could stop it, before he could think. The loud rapport of it echoed, fractured, seemed to grow into a booming earthquake.

Such a cool image here, to have the sound of the gauntlet dropping seem to intensify and rock the room like that.

*goes back to deadness*

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

*revives*

No dying on me yet. *grins* And yes, that's exactly what Dom's looking for.

Thanks for reading!!!

[violettefemme.livejournal.com]

Wow. This story really speaks to my... dark... side. There was always something so hopelessly romantic about lovers making suicide pacts, he obsession that leads one person to end anothers life out of love and fixation... It's sick, it's dark, I'd never want it in real life for me or anyone I know....

But Jesus does it ever appeal to me in the abstract...

This is fucking awesome...

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, this is totally as creepy as it gets, but, yes, hot. *grins* In that, it's fun to read but you sure wouldn't want to live it kind of way.

Thank you for reading & I'm glad you're enjoying so far!!

[moimoietmoi.livejournal.com]

That was so intense! And both their reactions are so interesting! I completely agree with everything that flipmontigirl wrote. Dom doesn't really need more verbal reassurance, he needs to see Karl lose control so he'll know he's not the only one whose feelings are so intense they can't be controlled.
And thank you for writing this. I feel so close to Dom and reading this chapter helped me understand some things about myself.

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's fantastic! *grins*

Glad you're still reading & equally glad that you know what Dom's up to in this part. *mwah*

[january-snow.livejournal.com]

WOMAN!!!