Disclaimer: I do not know either of these two men. No money is made, nor offence intended.
Pairing: Elijah Wood/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG15
Warning: Violence
Feedback: Very welcome
With one fluid motion, they had rolled from the bed down onto the floor and were tussling on the rug. Elijah had hit his head quite hard on the stripped floorboards and for a second or two he could see stars but then he tasted blood in his mouth and he lashed out, blindly. On top of him, straddling him now, Dom had his fists balled in Elijah's shirt; he saw Elijah's fist just as it connected with his jaw and was momentarily surprised at how quick the little fuck could move and how hard he could hit. But in the time it took to formulate this assessment of Elijah's abilities, Dom had been knocked off-balance and was on his back on the floor. Elijah was unable to capitalise, however, as his leg was pinned beneath Dom and as he grunted and strove to free himself, Dom had recovered and had delivered a stinging blow across Elijah's cheek.
With a bellow of rage, Elijah grabbed for Dom's hair and yanked out a substantial hank. Dom's hand went automatically to cradle his head and Elijah pushed him, liberating his leg and delivering a mean blow to Dom's shin as he scrambled to his feet. He staggered back a step or two, towards the bedroom door, his movements drunken and unsteady, but Dom shot out a hand and grabbed Elijah by the ankle, bringing him crashing once more to the floor.
They lay, side by side on the crumpled up rug and stared at the whooshing ceiling fan, their breaths laboured and synchronous. Elijah recovered sufficiently to make a half-hearted attempt to sit up, only to be pushed back down, firmly, by Dom, who anchored him to the floor with his arm. He turned and looked deeply into Elijah's eyes.
"You're not leaving. Fucker," he said, quietly.
"If I'd known you were this passionate about it, cunt, I would never have wanted to," Elijah replied. He raised a weary hand to rub his cheek, smarting from Dom's blow and then he felt around inside his mouth, where one of his teeth seemed to be rocking slightly.
Dom, nursing his own jaw, managed a weak smile.
"You're not leaving," he repeated, then for good measure he leaned over and kissed Elijah, kissed his coppery tasting mouth, covered him with his aching body.
"This isn't solving anything," Elijah said when he was able to talk again. But he had opened his legs to receive Dom and was threading his fingers through Dom's hair, gently this time.
"I know," Dom replied.
The End