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Author: [livejournal.com profile] thuribrandybuck
Author's Email: Thuri at GypsyPyrates dot com
Website: http://www.in-the-shire-reckoning.com/
Pairing(s): Dom/Billy
Rating: Series is G -- NC-17.
Summary: Under the Sea
Disclaimer: Yeah. This is sooooo not true.
Warning: AU
Authors Note: Yet another alternative universe. Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] starlikeshadow, since this was all inspired by her. Will miss you here, sweetie.
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen)



Billy swam in green blue light, a soft smile playing at his lips as he sliced through the water. Dom knew. Dom had guessed, in a single night, and . . . didn't seem to mind. Billy wasn't sure which part of it astonished him more.

He'd thought it no less than disaster, when those ocean-grey eyes had met his with sure knowledge that morning. Had braced himself, for the rejection that was sure to come. For Dom to rise from the bed, throw him out in a mixture of fear and disgust . . .

But he hadn't. He'd pulled Billy close, kissed him again, and thanked him for the rescue. And then asked to see him, had made love to him, as himself. "Bright Lady," Billy murmured in wonder, the mer song echoing back to him as he dived through a dark tunnel of rock. It was almost too much to take in.

As was the memory of the feel of Dom's skin, wet and slippery, sliding against his scales. And then the heat of him, as he'd settled himself on Billy's cock . . . Billy shuddered, in remembrance, and firmly told that cock to behave itself. Dom was miles away, now, after all.

It had been incredible, though, no doubt, and all Billy could really think was that he wanted more of it. Of Dom. As much as possible. He hadn't had a plan, of revealing himself, letting the lad know who he was, but now that he did . . . well, it seemed seeing each other wouldn't need to end, and the things they could explore . . .


Billy's battle with his cock lasted the entire swim.


Eventually he reached his home. A city, a world he'd barely thought of, in the past day. One he'd tried to escape, one he thought he would quite willing leave, now, to follow the lure of those ocean eyes. A mer trait, and in such a human . . .

Liv and Orli were waiting for him, in the garden behind his quarters. Gossiping, as ever, about the romantic entanglements of the court, real or imagined, who was gaining favour with whom, what advances across the board each had earned. Billy'd always held himself above such behaviour, hardly needing to cement his place. He'd been born to it, after all, and not likely to lose his grandfather's favour to that extent.

A frown crossed his face, though, as he angled in on the grotto, hearing Liv's high voice raised in laughter. If he knew, now, where Billy had been, what he'd been doing . . . It truly didn't bear thinking about.

And so he didn't. He descended, smiling blandly at his cousins. "Find something interesting in my rooms?" he asked, settling to a carved seat across from them.

"Plenty," Liv replied, one dark eyebrow arched, her dark cloud of hair swirling around her with the currents. "Except for one thing. You. Now why do you suppose that was?"

Billy shrugged, one hand playing with the cuff Dom had given him, which he still had to take off any time except the formal dinners. "Couldn't say."

Orlando laughed. "You don't have to, do you? You're practically glowing with it."

Billy glared at him briefly. "Orlando . . ."

"You did it, didn't you?" Orli asked, grinning delightedly. "You splashed your split-tail."

Liv wrinkled her nose yet again at her cousin's taste. "Ewww. Billy, please tell me you didn't. And Orli, don't use that word."

"What makes you think I'd tell either of you if I did?" Billy asked, getting up and swimming in a restless circle. He'd seen Dom do much the same thing, and remembered he'd called it 'pacing.'

"Because we already know about him," Orli answered promptly. "And because we're the ones who told Grandfather you had a mistress, so he'd leave you alone about missing dinner. That means we're entitled to details."

Billy paused in his restless swimming to raise an eyebrow at Orli. "It does, does it? Whose rule is that?" His face softened, then. "But thank you, both for . . . for covering for me, aye?"

"It's the least we can do, since you won't be careful on your own," Liv replied with a sigh. "Is he worth it?"

A soft and unbelievably radiant smile spread across Billy's face. "Aye. Aye, every bit of it and more."


Billy didn't stay home long. He checked in, with everyone and everything he had to, rearranged a few duties, and ate the feast that night. But sleep eluded him, and soon enough he was following the silver blue path of moonlight shining through the water, heading back to his Dominic. It wasn't quite light when he arrived, but he merely pulled himself up on the shore, drying off and changing, the shrinking and splitting of his tail seeming to take an eternity.

Finally, he was human again, and pulling on the coarse weave of denim, and the tightly knit wool of a jumper, before taking the stairs. Easier, definitely to go up them without Dom attached to his mouth. Not nearly as much fun, though.

He found the hidden key Dom had told him of, and let himself in the back door, hoping his lover was a sound enough sleeper that he wouldn't wake and try to bash Billy with a frying pan, or something. (The small bit of TV he had seen had given him an . . . interesting impression of many parts of human life, to say the least.) But all was quiet and safe. So he moved carefully into Dominic's room, shed his clothes, and slipped under the blankets with his lover, who turned to him even in sleep.

"Bills?" Dom murmured, coming partly awake. "You're not s'posed to be here 'til t'morrow."

"Do ye mind?" Billy asked, grinning at Dom's slurred and sleepy speech, the way he pulled the mer even closer to him.

"No. No, like this better," Dom said decidedly, kissing Billy tenderly, if a bit sleepily, before drifting off again.

And Billy cuddled close, laying his head on Dom's shoulder. "Much better," he agreed, wondering what that meant for him. And deciding that, as long as it meant Dom's arms as well, he didn't much care about the rest.
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