Domination
Author's Note:- My first Shakespeare slash fanfiction! I hope I do well. :)
Summary:- He had never allowed himself to be dominated by anyone.
He had never allowed himself to be dominated by anyone. Noone. Never. Ever since he could remember, he'd always been the better at anything he'd ever done. It didn't help, having five older brothers. Competion was always ripe in his family, but he managed to somehow beat them at everything, even simple things like games of chase. It gave him a weird sense of accomplishment. "The brightest star in Athens," his mother used to call him, before she succumbed to some strange disease called "pneumonia" and passed away, the ripe old of age of 33, leaving Percius, at the young age of twelve, man of the house. He, himself, was barely turned nine.
He knew, ever since he was fifteen years old, that he was destined for fame. Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be? He was handsome, and perfect, and wonderful... and did he already mention perfect? Yes, perfect was certainly a word you could use to describe him. The number 1, best actor in all of Athens. Yep. That was about right, wasn't it? They would see him perform, and they would think he was wonderful, and they would love him, and the Duke would say he was the greatest thing since sliced bread, which, of course, he was.
Then the stars came out, and the others left, Flute complaining about his incoming beard, and trying to sound "Thisbyish" enough. Mentally, he noted, he could have been a much better Thisby. And a better Lion, and a better Wall, and Moonshine, but that was rather beside the point. Let's just say he would have been better at everything, and leave it at that, shall we?
There was something unnerving about being in the woods alone with someone, and this was no exception.
"I was thinking..." He began. "Maybe we can cut a few of Thisby's lines, you know, because Pyramus doesn't really have that many, and make sure whoever's playing "Wall" knows not to block me, comprehende?"
"You're so full of yourself, did you know that?"
He was raging now. Full of himself? "Curse you." He snapped. "A thousand curses on your home."
"I don't like it when you tell me what to do." Okay, now he was confused. Wasn't that his job? Tell people what to do, be wonderful?
"Someone's got to."
"Shut up, idiot!"
"Make me."
Then there was fire in the other man's eyes, and he was advancing like a bull to a red flag. He felt himself be slammed forcefully onto the nearby tree. He let out a little gasp, and stared into the other man's eyes. Was that... lust? Possibly. He was so handsome, he expected everyone would fall in love with him at some stage.
"You don't tell me what to do, Nick Bottom, comprehende?"
"C comprehende."
And as Peter's lips crashed onto his, Nick had to admit that being dominated was a lot more fun than he'd thought it would be.
Hooray for Quince/Bottom slash!