A/N – This story is written for the lovely MsWriter07 who passed on this prompt. She has done her own version, but knows the way I write and so asked if I'd take a crack at it and give it my own personal, angsty and explicit spin. The prompt is as follows:
Dom had always thought, especially after Lompoc that submitting made you weak and would never let that happen to him, but then he met Brian and he showed him that it didn't make you weak at all, it was brave and it showed how strong you were that you could trust somebody that much. Brian was the strongest person he knew and he loved him for it. He decided to return the favour and submit to Brian. Brian/Dom slash.
I hope you enjoy my version Miz M…
This is what I call AU-ish. Same characters, same setting. Different storyline.
Dom did his time in Lompoc.
Brian is not a police officer
Dom and his crew are not robbing semi-trucks
Brian has a job that you may not like, but this is fiction, based on fictional characters. Ergo, pretend.
Dom watched the lean blonde exit his green eclipse after winning his race. Guy had a heavy foot but he kept control of his car with a sureness he hadn't seen in anyone except his father and Mia. He'd never admit it, but even he didn't drive with that surety of being one with the machine. Not man and machine, just one body, one soul, one entity.
Guy was gorgeous. And Mia was salivating. Dom internally rolled his eyes. Too bad they had the same taste. She usually won. Dudes who liked dudes didn't generally frequent illegal street races. Or like him if they did, they usually had arm candy. And he had no fucking gaydar whatsoever. And what the fuck was gaydar anyway? And why the fuck was he wondering that tonight? Shaking his head Dom returned his focus to the blonde with the green car who had just ass-fucked his competition.
Mia could beat him Dom knew, he probably could himself, but that would be about it. And Mia didn't race on the streets. Usually she raced at the couple of desert races they attended every year. She was like a ghost really. Dom was glad she didn't race more than that. She'd get too big of a reputation and people would flat out refuse to race her.
As it stood at the moment, her racing only a couple of times a year made people forget how good she was. And those who remembered, well they always thought she'd gotten soft and assumed they'd be the ones to put a stop to her winning streak. They were always wrong.
She wanted out of their neighbourhood, she wanted white collar and he was happy to help her do that. Hell he'd like it himself if he could get it. Who wouldn't? But, he had responsibilities, not the least of which was Mia. She was in her final year of college. If she changed her major as he knew she was thinking of, she'd have several more years of school. He hoped she did change, like him though less obviously she had a problem with authority.
If she became a doctor there would be a light at the end of the tunnel and she'd be working toward being in a position of authority herself. He knew she had more patience than him. If she could see a light, she'd take any orders dished out, happy and secure in the knowledge it wasn't a permanent thing.
But him? Well he was a different story. And what was the blonde's story? Dom wondered as he watched the dude take his money and fuck if he didn't hand some back to the race moderator. Now that was class. From the wad it looked like he'd handed back an even ten percent.
"Did you see that?" Leon murmured.
"Yeah, dude's got fuckin' class." Letty answered, verbalizing Dom's own thought. They were standing either side of him while Jesse was helping Vince prep for his race.
"He sure does." This from Mia.
Dom sighed. "Yeah, go on then." He looked over but only slightly down at Mia, she was nearly as tall as him. The blonde would be taller.
And that thought? Well it caused ice to flood his veins. If Mia being interested hadn't cooled his own ardor that sure would have. Because he didn't fuck around with dudes who were taller than him. No way, no how.
But he stands for a moment longer as Mia wanders up to him, he feels a little burn in his heart but resolutely ignores it as he watches her reach out a hand and touch the blonde's bicep to get his attention. She had a certain something his sister. The race sluts just sort of melted away when she was around.
Or they usually did. The way they stayed clustered around the blonde told Dom that the dude was either known or popular. He'd never seen him before tonight though, of that he was sure.
Shaking his head he's about to turn away and head to Vince when he catches the blondes eyes. Blue, laser blue. His eyes practically glow with feral heat as they stare Dom down like he hasn't been stared down since he was in Lompoc.
A shiver starts at the base of his spine and travels upward and then down through his arms, his fingertips tingle with awareness and arousal jolts in his cock. Tightening his lips even as his heart jumps at the thought that Mia won't have this one Dom turns away without acknowledging the nod of greeting that the blonde gives him.
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"I'm Mia." The brunette smiles beguilingly at Brian as he stares after the bald guy who'd just stared at him and walked away without even nodding back. Rudeness should be punished was Brian's first thought. His second was that he liked being snubbed. Good Christ, he was truly sick sometimes.
He looks across at the slender women standing to his right side. Her hand still touches his bicep. Stepping back subtly Brian smiles, unleashing himself on her. He smiles further as he sees her eyes glaze over, just a smidgeon.
"Brian, fresh from Miami, by way of Barstow." He holds out his hand bumping hers from his bicep in the process. She takes his hand and they shake. Then he releases her and turns to his vehicle.
"Bro, you gotta see the next race, V is racin'." Rome's words as he walks up to him make his smile turn into a genuine grin.
"Yeah, been years since we've seen the fucker, you place a bet?" Rome nods and they turn away but the brunette tugs on Brian's arm again. This time though it's not a feminine wiles type of smile, but puzzled look she has on her face.
"Wait, you know Vince? Both of you?" She asks with a frown. Brian stops and stares at her as realisation dawns.
"Fuck, you're Mia, Mia…Toretto." He says as he finally remembers her surname. Stopping again Brian pulls Rome back in as well. "Rome, this is Mia Toretto, remember V used to talk about her and her brother, he was moving in with 'em when he got out of juvie."
Rome's eyes light up. "Yeah, I remember you lost your virginity together." He cackled as Mia flushed and Brian laughed.
"Stop teasing." He says to Rome even as he smiles. "Let's go say hello before he races." They turn away and Brian looks back at Mia as she stares after them. "You comin?"
Shaking her head briefly, Mia nods and trails after them.
She listens with half an ear as Brian and Rome talk about Vince and shakes her head again. She knew, she just knew they were going to become fixtures around the house.
With a sigh, she lets go of her dreams of hot, dirty and sweaty sex with the blonde dick on legs swaying his butt like a mare in heat in front of her. Mia fanned herself as she watched him walk.
The man oozed sex appeal. They both did now that she thought about it. And wasn't that a picture? She fanned herself some more as the thoughts took over in her mind. Oh my, dark and light, ice and fire. Wow. She needed some alone time.
Letty snorted at her as she dropped in beside her. "Down girl, you'll get a chance."
Mia shook her head. "Nope, they're friends of Vince's." She said. "Old friends." She stopped and watched as they walked up behind Vince and ignoring everyone else they slapped him on the butt. Hard.
When Vince swung around as did Leon, Jesse and Dom he paused for several seconds. Then his hand shot out blocking Dom as he moved forward with a frown on his face. And then the three of them are hugging and laughing like loons.
"Now, that is an old friendship." Letty's eyebrows rise as she and Mia watch them.
"Juvie old." Mia answers. She doesn't step forward again though. She's too busy watching Dom watch Brian. Her face reflects nothing but shock as she watches him turn and fade away before Vince has finished greeting them.
When he turns to introduce Dom to Brian and the one called Rome he has already gone. Mia frowned some more as she watched the blonde. His eyes were focused on something a distance away. A shadow. No, it was Dom. Dom standing in the shadows.
Somehow Mia knew Brian could see Dom, was watching Dom like a hawk watched its prey as it circled miles above it before swooping down to scoop it up.
"Oh God." She says in a whisper.
Just then a wind tore down the street, blasting everyone with particles of dust and sand.
The Santa Ana winds were coming. Mia knew, change was coming with them.
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A couple of days later Brian steps outside the club where he works. Dawn is breaking and he's looking forward to surfing off his night of work. He stops and rolls his shoulders and cracks each side of his neck. Walking to his truck he gets inside and starts her up. Then he reverses out and heads to his favourite beach.
When he gets there he changes into his wetsuit standing by his truck. He wasn't modest enough to need privacy. He doesn't feel the warm brown eyes stroking up and down his frame. Yanking on the cord to zip up his wetsuit Brian grabs his board and locks his truck. Shoving the keys in the inbuilt pocket of the wetsuit he is off.
Dom watches him surf for a time while he thinks of when Brian had been close enough to touch. Looking up into his eyes he'd faded into the background and stayed away. He'd lied to V saying he'd had to take a leak.
That night he'd gone to his room and resolutely stayed there, Mia had surprised him by covering for him, saying she'd seen him here and there when in reality he'd been upstairs all along. Hiding from feral blue eyes that seemed to see into his soul and the fear and despair that lived there.
Dom had decided he was going to ignore Brian and any thoughts or feelings he may have toward the man. It wasn't going to happen so it just wouldn't. That was all.
Or so he'd thought until he'd walked into Haven of Sin last night and seen the show put on by the new Master. A Master called Brian. Well fuck.
Dom had been there to hook-up, like he did once or twice a month. It kept him sane. Or it had. He'd watched the show and managed to play and leave before he'd been seen by Brian, thank God. But still. There was no way he could continue going back with Brian being there and around as a racer too.
And now here. On Dom's favourite beach. If he didn't know better he'd swear Brian was stalking him. But he did know better. V had been full of stories of him and Brian and Rome from juvie all week. Dom remembers going slightly crazy when V had talked about them when he'd first been released.
He remembers being grateful Brian had had V's back in juvie. Brian was a misnomer, physically speaking that is. Surfer boy looks for every day. Twink looks for night and yet when he'd worn his leathers, he'd looked every inch a Master. Every long, lean, gilded, gleaming inch.
It would be a lie to say Dom wasn't interested. But considering he'd made a life based on lies Dom could live with a few more. No way would Brian be interested in being a bottom. Because that was the only thing Dom could offer. He always topped. Always.
His mind shies away from the few times he'd bottomed. The few times by choice and the majority of times by force. He wouldn't go back there. He couldn't. Finishing his coffee Dom watches Brian surf. His body a lean silhouette in the early morning light.
He gets lost in his litheness and loses track of time coming back to himself when he sees Brian finally wading out of the water. Crushing his coffee cup and tossing it into the bin Dom gets in his car and turns the engine over. Putting on his air, he flicks the button to put his window up. Then he watches the show silently.
Cord pulled to bring down the zip, the arms pulling out of the sleeves and the wet suit being pushed down to hang precariously on a sexy as hell pelvis. The faintest hint of butt crack showing. Then the towel abstractly being wiped over the body and scrubbed over the curls absentmindedly.
The surfboard was taken care of meticulously. Then the rest of Brian's body as he walked over to the taps to rinse of the sand and his wetsuit came last. Dom's mouth dried up as he watched Brian bend over and pull the wetsuit down his legs. The swimsuit he wore was a traditional one, not board shorts. Though not traditional as well.
Frowning Dom tries to remember where he'd seen one like it. Oh yeah, the blonde Bond wore one. A grin cruised over Dom's face as he remembered watching that scene. Brian left blonde Bond for dead in sheer sexiness in Dom's opinion.
Watching Brian rinse himself off and then walk back to his truck and dry off and dress in a pair of board shirts and a tank top Dom put his car in gear and reversed out. When he turns to shift into first he jerks in surprise to see Brian standing directly in front of his car.
Making sure he's been seen Brian strolls around to the driver's side window and waits. He doesn't knock on the window, he just waits. Dom knows he could leave and Brian wouldn't follow. And he knows its unlikely Brian knows who is in the car due to the tinted windows.
Still and all though, that would be a pussy move. And so taking a breath Dom flicks the switch and the window slides down to give him an eyeful of dick as Brian's groin was level with the window. Fuck, that he hadn't been expecting.
Then a pair of slender hands rest on his door followed by an elbow and then finally Brian's face is there, up close and personal.
"Hey Dom." He says quietly but with a knowing grin.
"Brian." Dom returns. He is wondering how the fuck Brian knew it was his car but isn't going to ask.
"Enjoy the show?" Brian asks, still smiling knowingly.
Dom frowns. "Yeah, you Master well." He finally allows in a grudging tone of voice.
Brian's grin flashes more genuinely for a few seconds before settling back into the knowing look.
"Thanks man, but that's not the show I was talking about." He raises an eyebrow and looks at his truck.
Pursing his lips Dom doesn't say anything. If he admits nothing Brian doesn't have any proof that he sat and perved on him this morning after watching him surf.
But Brian's grin is still knowing. Somehow he knew this was Dom's vehicle. "Like that, is it man?" He questions softly.
Still, Dom doesn't answer. Brian nods.
"Well, just so you know Dom, first show is free, I catch you at it again I'll be charging you."
Jerking his head around Dom opens his mouth to question Brian but he is already up and striding back to his own truck. Shit, the man was quick on his feet.
A blare of a horn behind him as Dom finally putting his car into first and driving out of the lot. He lets her out on the way home and consequently pulls into his driveway earlier than expected.
Heading inside he grabs a bottle of water and takes the stairs to his bedroom. After showering off the club and beach and cleaning his teeth Dom falls into bed. Taking a drink of water he lets the coolness slide down his throat.
It's only when he's still and on the verge of sleep that he allow his mind to wander. If the first show was free, what would the second be? And what payment would Brian extract? Remembering his show at the club tonight Dom feels his anal passage clench convulsively.
"Fuck no." He muttered to himself. His butt however, didn't seem to agree.
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Nearly a month passes before Dom gives in and heads back to the club. He'd managed to eavesdrop enough to know Brian worked there as a Master full time, usually taking the late night shift, except once or twice a month when Dom knew he raced.
He knew V wouldn't have a problem with Brian's sexuality, he couldn't; he had no problem with Dom's. That Dom didn't advertise it didn't mean he wasn't out and proud either. Brian hadn't become the fixture that he'd expected though Roman had.
Dom frowned when he saw him sprawled over the couch one Saturday night. He slid through the house and out the back door before anyone saw him. Getting to the club extra late he opens his glove box and takes out his member's wristband and slips it on. He leaves his keys in his car and gets his parking stub. Haven of Sin was exactly that, and worth every penny Dom paid in membership fees.
Being accepted as a member had been a shock, he hadn't expected it, hadn't really decided if he wanted to put himself through it when Leon had told him to apply, he could still continue to enter as a guest if he wasn't accepted. But Leon had said he'd save money with the amount he was spending on cover charge if he was accepted.
To this day he wasn't sure why he'd been accepted given his criminal record, but he hadn't looked a gift horse in the mouth. Leon and V were the only ones who knew exactly where Dom came when he went out prowling. They'd come with him a couple of times but it wasn't their scene and honestly that didn't bother him. As long as he didn't bother them, and he didn't.
But that reminded him of something. As he gets to the bar Dom orders his usual drink and takes out his phone, shooting Leon a quick text. He always knew what the fuck was going on. 'Is Mia boning Bri's bro?' He asked.
Putting his phone down beside his beer he looked in the mirror, getting a feel for the club and who was there tonight. He looked at the stage. A bed, a brass one. Well that was different. Leaning in to the man beside him Dom asks what the show is.
"Master Brian's demonstrating 'bed uses'." The man answers with a grin. Well fuck.
Nodding his thanks Dom picked up his phone as it vibrated against his bottle. 'not yet, she's got him on the line though' Leon answers. Well double fuck. If she was waiting this long before test driving him, she was looking to buy, or at least lease.
'Fuck' Dom types back even as he mutters the same. Leon answers with a smiley face. A smiley face. Jesus, Leon and Jesse were the only straight men Dom let get away with shit like that when they texted him. If anyone else did it he never answered them. Ever. No matter what.
"Doesn't sound good, anything I can help with?" The words cruise over Dom's skin like a waxed cloth over his car, slow and sexy as hell.
"No, I'm good." Dome knows he's being rude, not making eye contact, not saying hello properly, especially where Brian is a Master at the club. There are certain rules he should be following. But…he can't, not with Brian. Because Brian is making his hands shake and his heart beat and his cock hard.
That realisation shocks the shit out of him. They're sitting in a bar for crying out loud, both are clothed, there is nothing remotely sexual at all going on between them so far. Hearing the shocked hiss of the guy he'd spoken to briefly before Dom knows his rudeness has been noticed. Shit, shit, shit.
"Uh," he chances a look at Brian but sees only concern in his eyes, no irritation at his breaching protocol. Brian interrupts his mangled apology before he can say anything further however.
"Follow me," He turns takes a step and turns back. "Now." Well that was an order and from the stillness of the bartender Dom knows he needs to follow. He follows.
Through the club, skirting the dance floor, up two flights of stairs, and then through the private rooms and down a corridor. They enter a lounge. A couple of Master's are sitting there talking they nod at Brian and Dom but don't say anything about him bringing a member back here. Brian gets two bottles of water from the fridge and keeps going.
Surprising the hell out of Dom he heads up to a third floor and into a weights room. Dom stops and stares. "Wow, I had no idea this was here."
"Members don't, not even all staff do." Brian answers as he moves to a weights bench and sits down. He spreads his knees and rests his elbows on them holding the water bottle in both hands. "Okay, what's your problem with me specifically?" He keeps eye contact as he asks the question. Dom knows he's being studied like a bug under a microscope.
"I don't have a problem with you." He doesn't, not the way Brian thinks. Dom remains standing, as if doing so will keep him in some position of power though he knows that's not true.
"Liar." Brian says the word with a grin, but it's a hard grin, full of feral eyes and flashing white teeth. It screams danger to Dom in a way very little has since Lompoc. He feels his hands begin to tremble on the water bottle and deliberately sets it down, then he pushes his hands into his back pockets as he widens his stance.
Not being aggressive, but assertive. Saying he's not afraid, and for Brian to bring it. The widening grin tells him Brian is fully aware of what he's doing. "Like that is it?" Brian murmurs. "Well, don't be speaking to me in the club, you'll get your ass thrown out and membership rescinded, whether you like me or not, I have a position here that you don't have." His words are bland, he speaks in a monotone and every word pushes against Dom's carefully constructed walls.
Battering at him, pushing through his defenses. And he cannot allow that. He cannot. His walls, his defenses are there for a reason. He didn't construct them for the fucking hell of it.
"Don't worry, I won't. You're not my type." Now what was a lie, a bit fat monster-sized lie. Brian was very much Dom's type. And his continuing grin tells Dom he knows it too.
"Oh now, don't be like that baby. You're my type." His grin is wiped off his face as Dom blanches.
"I don't bottom." His words are fast, his breath hitching. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to calm down. He cleared his throat and turned to the water bottle, scooping it up he twists the cap off and drinks half of it down.
When he puts it back Brian has stood and stands, hands at his side watching him closely. No grin or flashing eyes now. Walking to Dom he stands an arm's length away. Looking Dom up and down Brian brings his eyes up to Dom's again.
Then slowly, so Dom can back away if he wants, he raises his hand and strokes it down Dom's arm, calming him as if he were a skittish foal. When he gets to Dom's wrist he changes the angle and manages to push his own narrow hand into Dom's back pocket with his own hand.
Surprising the hell of out Dom he just twines their fingers together. Then he leans in and busses a kiss over Dom's cheekbone. Pulling back he gives a squeeze of Dom's fingers before pulling them out of Dom's pocket and stepping back.
"I do." He answers quietly as he begins to walk away. At the door he looks back and jerks his head for Dom to follow.
Words are failing Dom, he feels like his nerve endings are sizzling just under his skin, he follows Brian and his leather clad butt all the way back down to the ground floor, getting his voice back just before they go out onto the open floor Dom takes Brian's arm.
"You surfing again in the morning?" He asks, leaning in to yell into Brian's ear.
"Yeah." Brian answers.
"Buy you breakfast after?" Dom asks him.
With a nod Brian turns and disappears into the club, leaving Dom standing there with his heart beating nine to the dozen.
A/N - Haven of Sin exists nowhere other than my imagination and now this story.