Disclaimer: I don't own V for Vendetta or any of its characters. Please see original chapter for a complete set of disclaimers and other story related information.
Warnings: Slash ahoy. Like for serious this time people. (Minor swearing).
Authors Note #1: Please read and review. I am excited to see what you think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism. This is my first V for Vendetta story so I am looking for constructive feedback. Also, if my google-fu is correct, this might actually be the first ever instance of Finch/Dominic 'porn' on the whole internet. I am not sure if this means I am an explorer pushing the limitations of this fandom into new, uncharted territory, or if I am just sullying it's virtue with smut. Perhaps both?
*This chapter is dedicated to Crocodile_Eat_U. Because without her timely little blurb on LJ, this chapter, and indeed story might never have been resumed! You rock. Again.
Words will Always Retain their Power
Chapter 7– "Ad vitam…"
The man made a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he kissed him. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. Instead he threw every inch of what he felt, everything he had ever wanted and hoped for into that one single gesture, his feelings for the first time in over twenty seven years, completely and unapologetically uncensored.
The world was shifting on its axis again. Explosive and jarring like the unexpected back start of a failing car. He had already lost count of how many times that had happened in the last twenty four hours..in the last year.
He was getting too damn old for this pish..
He almost didn't notice when his fingers dug deep into the meat of the man's shoulders, pulling out a sound that could have been considered pain if it hadn't been for the fact that a moment later, the man mirrored the gesture. And he groaned as the red hot pin-pricks zipped down his already overly sensitized skin as Dominic's blunt, immaculately trimmed nails bit into the hollow where his neck met shoulder.
He felt remarkably as though that pressure was the only thing keeping him grounded. And that without it he would be flung off into nothingness, unable to cope, adrift.. Wandering listless, empty, and alone in a world that he no longer fully understood..
The sensation of his hands, now roving eagerly along the rolling canvas of Dominic's skin, pausing to palm a hip, before spidering restlessly down the length of the man's side, felt almost cathartic..right..
..Like it had been a long time coming..
He had never expected this, nor dreamed it could even be a possibility. And yet here they were, on the fifth of November, standing admist the scattered remnants of a government that had been reclaimed by the insurmountable might of a united nation. A unity that had been hard won and wrought through nearly three decades of pain and suffering, but a unity nonetheless. And like shuttered curtains sweeping aside to reveal the light of a new day, here they stood. The last barriers left between them now shattered and forgotten in the power of freedoms wake. As all the lies, all the deceits, uncertainties, and increasingly weak reasons as to why they couldn't died with it. Leaving only them and the vast, unknowable horizon spanning out in front of them that was the future.
As light and as accidental as it was, the enticing friction of Dominic's trousers rubbing against the thin fabric of his boxers was almost too much. It was an innocent, and entirely unintended action until..quite suddenly, it wasn't anymore, turning measured and deliberate as the man noticed. A sly, reldiciously boyish expression flushing across Dominic's face he caught his eye, lips tugging upwards in a good natured smirk as he ground against him again. Only this time, with intent.
He might have gasped as shock and pleasure mixed together. The sound almost impossible to hear over the heady thrum of his pulse echoing out between his temples as the sensation began building again. Freedom, he was beginning to realise, was more addictive then any drug..
He arched against empty air, straining momentarily against the laws of gravity as the mans hips ground down on his own, frenetic and fast until the movements had devolved into a hot, chaffing slide that bunched up the fabric of his shorts and exposed him to the cool morning air. His eyes scrunched momentarily as he fought for control, hands flinging into the air behind him, searching in vain for something..anything to prop up against, feeling keenly as though his knees were going to give way at any second. Half terrified that if he didn't the whole thing would be over before it had even started.
His back hit the edge of the kitchen counter with a grating twinge, letting out a pained hiss as Dominic's lips pressing against his pulse point. Teeth grazing his Adam's apple in a way that made him think about the bite of Kevlar. Of the way stray bullets bruised protected flesh, slamming home with a percussive rush, leaving the body underneath unharmed, but the impact being enough to take ones breath away.
He couldn't help but watch, wide eyed and disbelieving as the man's hands fluttered closer, trailing down the length of his sides before pausing on the muscled curve of his hip, fingers teasing against the waistband of his shorts before tracing the line as it spanned across his navel, stretching from hip to hip. And vaguely, in a heady, disconnected sort of way, he wondered where all the air in the room had gone..
He closed his eyes, tipping his head to the ceiling as he breathed out in a series of harsh, wanton pants that might have embarrassed him if he could have summoned up the will power and moral fortitude to give a damn.
..A pipe dream at this point if he had ever heard one.. Though he supposed he was slightly bias..
To his credit the man went slowly, his movements cautious and measured. Deliberately paced and soothing until they were almost ethereal in nature, as though he were dealing with a skittish mutt or a chemical that could possibly be combustible rather then a mature, fully grown man. With one hand sliding up, fingers trailing up his sides again until they landed on his shoulders, fingers curling into the dips and arches of the shoulder blades like puzzle pieces clicking home.
Even now he could appreciate the man's restraint, recognizing the subtle tremor vibrating up from his tensely held shoulders, as energy and barely checked emotions radiated just under the skin. Tight. Careful. Desperate. Because in the end he knew Dominic, and in that way, he knew what that kind of resolve really cost him. As for all the ways that Dominic was much like himself, mirroring his viewpoints and theories, and subscribing to his rather antiquated way of doing things, patience had never been Dominic's strong suit.
'An inherent character flaw of the younger generation.' He mused offhandedly, mirth bubbling up from the pit of his stomach like arousal. He held it in, barely.
The lips returned then, hesitant, soft, and brimming with purpose as they skimmed along the span of his cheek, inching across the coarse stubble towards his lips. And he felt a hot flush simmer up from the line of his collar as Dominic's eyes reflected back at him, heated with promise, uncertainty, and that same stubborn headed determination that they both seemed to share as the distance between them closed.
Three inches…
His feet were still bare. And for some reason he felt oddly aware of that fact even as he dug his toes into the carpeting, mindless of the abrasive burn as they curled into the springy fabric. He felt akin to a boat trying in vain to anchor itself on rough, uncertain shores, a vicious tempest squall threatening just beyond the horizon. Panicked, yet anticipatory..
Two inches…
He was the sort of person who more often then not, kept his eyes open during a kiss. Indeed in the past, his lovers had occasionally gone as far as to even comment on it, telling him it was strange, odd, and sometimes even a bit dodgy. But he couldn't help it. In fact, it had gotten to the point where he half wondered if he wasn't going about the whole business the wrong way in the first place.
..Though, how one could fail in such a way after nearly four consecutive decades of admittedly sporadic physical intimacy was entirely beyond him. He might be closeted, but that certainly didn't mean he was deliberately obtuse. Or untalented for that matter..
One..
Only now, nowhe finally knew the reason why. Because this time as Dominic's lips brushed tentatively against his own, his eyes fluttered shut. Long lashes fanning out across the darkened hollows that spanned the skin underneath his eyes as trickling warmth settled in the pit of his belly. Molten and rich.
Apparently he had just been kissing the wrong people all along.
The kiss was imperfect, with more teeth then he was used to, and the dry catch of cracked lips scraping indelicately against his own. Yet despite that the action sent electricity thrumming down his spine in a way he had never before experienced. Because this was real and it was now. The inherent imperfections of it saw to that. And in that way, and that way alone, it was probably the most perfect kiss of his entire bleeding life.
His throat felt like the Sahara as Dominic's lips slipped from his, and he couldn't help the indulgence this time as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against Dominic's for an ageless moment. Breathing it in.
He knew he wasn't good at this, at intimacy, at expressing himself.. He had never been, even before Norsefire. He supposed that he had always been just a bit too closeted, too aware of what he stood to lose if he revealed that part of himself to the wrong person. To anyone. Indeed, even from a young age he had always internalized more then he had ever expressed. Everything, even down to the very words he spoke were always carefully selected and mulled over before they were voiced.
Only Dominic didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he didn't even care because a second kiss followed the first, and it was even better. And the tentative, careful space that his hip fitting together with his own as if he had been made to do just that.
He lost track of when they had moved out of the kitchen, too caught up in the feeling as one long fingered hand trailed brazenly down the nape of his neck, brushing through the ends of his shaggy black hair as Dominic's mouth dipped down to meet his again. Indeed, the man seemed bound and determined to devour him, or give him heart failure, he couldn't quite scrape together the brain cells to figure out which. Shit. This might just kill him after all..
Well fuck it then.
He had already anticipated the movement when Dominic pushed forward again. His palms firm against the man's shoulders as he used the thick, deeply corded muscles that stretched from thigh to shoulder, remnants of his days rough housing in the training rings down in the Academy basements, to hold the man in place. He changed his stance in mid-motion so that the man's weight thudded solidly across the span of his chest, the manoeuvre executed deliberately so that the man was now off balance.
Turn about was fair play after all.
The action brought them flush together. This time with the man's weight falling across him, sending them both careening into the opposite wall. Unable to help the strangled groan that flew from his lips as the warm, and very obvious heat of the man's erection brushed against his own as he pressed the younger man into the corner.
He squeezed his eyes shut. God, they weren't even undressed yet.
Dominic's eyes fluttered, a cut off exclamation leaving his raw, over bitten lips as he tipped his chin up, gifting him with an unexpected, but appreciative nip on the lip for his efforts. As one leg rose up from where boot soles had been firmly planted on the floor beside his, Dominic's knee coming up to rub against the naked skin of his inner thigh with a bold, and decisive pass of thigh against thigh.
..He barely kept himself from startling backwards, gaze drawn downward, like Dominic's, to matters considerably more..below the waist..
The fabric of his boxers had been long since tented with his interest, standing out in a way that would have been embarrassing, and slightly ridiculous if this had been any other time. But it wasn't. So instead, all he could do, all he could think, was please, yes and more. Indeed he couldn't even recall the last time he had been so utterly and devastatingly aroused.
In reality it wasn't hard to imagine why, as when one added together the existence of the party, taking into consideration the inherent dangers of living and operating in a nation ruled over by a virtual dictatorship, and the exhaustion of working a job in the public sector with bad pay and even worse hours… Well, the end result was all but visceral, moulding itself into a decaying, avarice ridden monster that eventually sapped away the strength and where withal of almost any passing fantasy until it was reduced to the crude, strippingly efficient working of his hand against his member. Forced detachment. Seeking only release, not the feelings. Never the feelings..
He felt Dominic push forward again; propelling himself up from the hallway corner and settling against him in a way that put his teeth on edge. His fingers tightened around the man's rumpled collar, ignoring the way the fabric creaked. The expensive thread count stretching warningly underneath his aching fingers as he fought against the trailing edges of sensual incoherency.
His sense of control understandably fraying a titch around the edges..
He made a noise that came out sounding suspiciously similar to a whine as the man ground his hips down again, surging up against him insistently. The sound rumbling up from the back of his throat like a purr, deep and throaty despite the inherent ragged quality of the tone as he abandoned rationality and thrusted back.
He swallowed thickly.
He had never been one that was into anything of the rough sort, even when behind the relative safety of a closed bedroom door and the discreet assurances of a like minded partner; 'exciting' sex had always been something that hinged so close to 'vanilla' that the distinction between them was practically meaningless. But now.. Bloody hell, now he wanted it all.
God help him, but he wanted to scrape his nails across Dominic's scalp just to hear the surprised whimper he was sure such an action would produce. ..Dominic was so tactile after all.
He wanted to turn around and shove the man into the wall, upsetting the artistically deferent pictures he had painstakingly framed and put up to replace the pictures of his past, the memories of his life before Norsefire, before there were black bags, quarantine zones, and broken homes, and sink his teeth into the younger man's neck. He wanted to leave marks. His marks. So far up the line of Dominic's collar that when they went to work the next day..if they went at all.. no one would be able to mistake those marks for anything other then what they were. Possession. His.
.. Always his..
His brain greyed out at the thought, only coming back to awareness when he found himself surging forward, pinning the man against the wall with a vicious thrust. His teeth sinking into the cords of the man's neck as Dominic let loose a surprised, but undeniably pleasured yowl, fingers curling into the collar of his thin t-shirt and pulling as his partner forgot himself entirely. The unbridled and strangely instinctive action sent heat coiling in his lower belly, joining the mass of roiling, simmering arousal until he couldn't help but rock forward, unconsciously rubbing his erection against the crease of the mans trouser leg as he licked his way past Dominic's pleasure slackened lips.
Bloody fucking hell..
And before he could think the action through, his fingers were tangling in the loops of the man's trousers, the jingle of Dominic's belt echoing out startlingly loud as he yanked it free from the mans waist in one compulsive movement. Even the sting of leather biting into the calloused thickness of his palms did remarkably little to steady him, because now, in the wake of everything, he found that he was quite uncharacteristically impatient.
He wanted this.. God..
Dominic blew out a sudden, explosive breath. Like he had been sucker punched in the gut as he wrapped his hand around him, fingers curling around velvet steel that was already jerking and trembling even as he formed a tight fist around him. He swallowed the sound, tongue rimming the edge of Dominic's lips as he began to stroke, gratified when the action caused the man to buck into his touch, biting his lip hard, as if in an effort to muffle the sound.
..No he didn't want that.
"Don't." He said quickly, using the moment adjust his hold, pushing the man sharply against the corner just abreast of the hallway table, keys and unopened mail breezing to the floor in a confused clatter as Dominic's hip clipped the side of it.
"Inspector…what? He gasped; eyes fluttering open, rimmed with alarm, only to slam closed a moment later, hazel eyes shuttering as his thick fingers curled around the man's burgeoning interest with renewed vigour.
"No Dominic. I want to hear it." He murmured, mashing his lips against the crook of the mans neck, unable to help himself when he nipped at the base, teeth sliding along the sweat slick skin, almost desperate for the sounds that came vibrating out a moment later.
Even then he could hardly believe that such blatant, unmistakably heated words were falling from his lips. But once started he found that he couldn't stop. Instead he found himself gratified beyond measure as he pulled a half stifled grunt from the man as he snaked his hand up the mans shirt and circled the outline of his nipple on pure impulse. A burst of daring jolting through him with a dizzying sort of strength that he hadn't properly felt in god only knows how long..
He had had enough of living in silence.
He was rewarded when the man whimpered prettily, eyes blown wide as he stared back at him. Pupils stretched until only a sliver of the color was still visible, the hue itself darkening even further as the man tried to lurch forward again, held down by sheer force on his part as Dominic's fingers raked through his mess of black curls.
And he swore that the man did that on purpose.. Christ on a crutch! This was going to be the death of him!
"Inspector..I..Oh Christ." The man groaned, head hitting the wall with a painful sounding thud as he pushed the man impossibly backwards, fingers nicking back to trail teasingly down his perineum, fingers tugging gently at his balls before curling back around the mans length, fingers slick around the head with the mans pre-cum. A moan of his own echoing out to join his partners when he looked down, watching as his hand continued to stroke, the other fisted in the mans hip, keeping them grounded at the man bucked.
Vaguely he heard a clatter and then a thud somewhere off to his right, but he ignored it. Because just then the hand not still clutching him around collar arrowed out to slam spasmodically against the wall beside them, uncontrolled and magnificent as Dominic lost whatever reserves he had been holding onto and rutted against him. He might have heard one of the picture frames to their right shatter. But it didn't matter. They were lies, this was truth.
He didn't even have the presence of mind to chide the man for falling back to using his title either. It was familiar and exciting in a strange, if not rather perverse way. And he had the sneaking suspicion that he could quickly get used to it, if provided with the opportunity… And blimey, wasn't that just a thought?
Eager to hear that sound again he stroked firmly, delighting in the honest, enticing groan he pulled from Dominic's lips as the man thrust forward, suddenly seeming as though he had five hands as Dominic pushed against him, fingers digging into his hair and tugging at his shirt, the fabric audibly tearing around the armpits as the younger man grew more and more insistent.
Blunt nails dug into his shoulders as they lost their balance and thudded against the opposite wall. The mans trousers, still caught up around his hips, fell to the ankles, hindering Dominic's movements to capitulate as he continued to stroke firmly, feeling himself tighten in response as the man moaned, his messy brown hair pitching forward in strange gel slicked clumps as Dominic tried his best to arch back into him. Lips mashing against his own in a maddening burst of short lived pleasure as the man did his best to give as well as he received.
…He was going to have a bloody heart attack.
When the man came, he wasn't sure who was more surprised. Himself or Dominic. The unexpected force of it was akin to a physical blow, with the man shouting out, lips wide, teeth bared, and chest sheened with sweat from where a few hastily undone buttons had parted to reveal a bold, if not sparsely haired chest. All clean lines and toned edges. In itself, it was a sight that was both new and familiar, as it had been one he had seen many times, often in the locker room as they showered and changed after a particular grimy crime scene. Where in which flashes of skin were inevitably gifted as layers were shed, caution falling by the wayside for a few insane moments when his eyes got lost somewhere in between watching his fingers undo his own buttons, and glancing over to see Dominic in his skivvies, tongue poking out in apparent effort as he stretched down to pull off his socks. Yet, at the same time this was altogetherly new, because this was something that was now his in almost every way.
Because now he was finally allowed. Allowed to have this..Dominic. Dominic wanted him to...
The mans gun braces were digging painfully into his skin, and he was more then a little bit aware that the right side of his shirt had somehow become rucked up, catching along the crease of his hip until his bare skin was pressing against the cool metallic stock of Dominic's firearm. But he didn't move, one arm still pressed against the wall, keeping them both in place as Dominic panted, loud and blissed out in his ear.
It was a sight to savour.
Something warm swelled in his chest at that, his bruised and admittedly battered ego perking as the man slumped further into him, muscles relaxing spasmodically as his orgasm coasted to a triumphant close. He had done this to him. Him and no one else..Dominic had wanted him to-..
He couldn't help but give the man one more squeeze for good measure, his fingers slick around the man's cock, still dripping with Dominic's release as he gentled him, one thumb growing bold and adventurous again as it petted Dominic's coarse, sable haired thigh, fingering the cease where thigh met groin almost disbelievingly.
It was only when he felt the mans legs solidify underneath him once again that he dared to relax, loosening his death grip on the wall as Dominic came down from his high. The man was still breathing hard, his eyes closed and head tipped back against the wall as he let his hand trail downward, the heightened nerves taking in the smooth chill of the wall at Dominic's back before they coasted down the planes of his face. Memorizing by touch, every curve, every dip and angle that he already knew better then his own by sight.
..Christ..He had almost forgotten..
His hands on Dominic's skin felt like revelry..release, and perhaps even happiness. The emotions were harder to identify then they would have been twenty-seven years ago. He tried not to let the truth of that injustice burn him. But so much had been taken from him, so many chances, so many years.. Yet revenge had already been sought and justice had been doled out. V had seen to that, righting the wrongs of nearly three decades not just for himself, but for all of them.. Morbidly he almost wished he could have been there. He would have given much to see the look on Sulter and Creedy's dark, wizened faces when they realized that Madam Justice had finally caught up with them..
Better late then never he supposed..
Dominic's cheek felt fever hot against the palm of his hand, pricking with the coarse hints of early morning stubble. Utterly and undeniably real. He grunted in anticipation, mind seizing as his hand drifting down unbidden to palm his own member through the thin cotton of his shorts. Unable to help himself as his arousal mounted, surging against him even as Dominic's hips jerked in soft unconscious strokes to his movements, despite the fact that he was all but spent.
He needed.. Just a little bit more…Oh-
It took him a moment to realize that the sounds echoing in his ear, dipping low and thrumming in a heady base line tenor was actually that of the man's voice. He paused, mind grappling for understanding, momentarily distracted as the man's lips brushed against his ear, incomprehensible murmurs causing shivers to zip down his spine, molten and heated as he arched forward, limbs going slack and accommodating with unaccustomed pleasure as Dominic's fingers kneaded into his skin.
And that was all it took, because before he could gather the shredded remnants of rational thought, Dominic had pushed him backwards, kicking off his abandoned trousers as he went and crowding him along the length of the hall until it was his back that met with the wall, and a naked, colt-like leg was planted squarely between his own, pressing up against his groin with just enough pressure that it could be taken as a warning. Boxing him in.
Holy Chr-..
He inhaled sharply when the man tugged at his boxers. The action somewhat anti-climatic when contrasted with his previous fumbling, tearing at the man's zippers, belt buckles, and buttons. As in his case there was only a single layer of fabric that stood between them. His lower lip somehow got caught in between his teeth, and he tasted bitter, copperish salt as it split against his canines. Tense..
Even then it was something of a surprise when it happened, his body and mind twitching with a sudden jerk, failing to startle backwards when Dominic's hand curled around him, fingers sparking almost painfully along his sensitive flesh despite the gentle touch, as the man held fast. Muscles flexing and pushing him firmly back into the wall as if he had anticipated his reaction. There was no where to go..
…Oh.
"Don't.." The word left his lips before he fully realized the conations of what he was asking. His mind stuttering with a sudden burst of fear as reality slammed down like the last bulkhead door on a sinking ship. Even to him the word sounded indecent and somewhat insincere as he stared down at where they were now joined. Stuck on the way the man was still standing there, naked from the waist down, with his white shirt tails ghosting down along his navel in a trail that sported a length of dark brown hairs that came down to crown his soft, but growingly interested member, already twitching with an exuberance that was only possible with the young.
Shit..
He was teetering along the edge of the abyss. The unknown. Even voicing the exclamation had cost him dearly. Stop? He'd rather face Creedy arse naked and unarmed in a dark alley in the slums of lower Brixton then stop now. But this was real. This couldn't be taken back. This wasn't a late night fantasy or an erotic spectre conjured out of his depraved imagination. And when it was over he would have reality to face, and he simply didn't know if he could bear it if he woke up the next morning just in time to watch Dominic hurry out the door, throwing on his clothes and apologizing politely as he tossed words like "mistake" and "transfer" over his shoulder like empty bullet casings.
And the man must have understood, at least partly, because his movements slowed to an agonizing slide that was ironically worse then before, meeting his eyes in rush of heated hazel as the man stared back at him, his hand still slowly working along his length. The pace measured and seemingly almost intentionally agonizing. Indicative of just how far gone he actually was.
The muscles in his jaw tensed as his bare feet pressed up against the man's boot soles, the action providing a strange contrast of texture between something that could yield, and something that could not. His mind was tripping confusedly over the details, eyes fixed on the man in front of him as Dominic made to speak.
"Let it go Eric..Let me…Please?" Dominic murmured, words make thick as the man took on a tone he had never heard before, his breath curling across his neck like a caress as the moment stretched.
And just like that, he was lost.
He couldn't hold back after that. Not when Dominic wanted-..
His word narrowed down to feeling of Dominic's softly calloused fingers wrapping around his length. And his brain stuttered as the slide became unexpectedly slick, good. ..Oh god.. Oh..
'The man was using his own release.' He realized suddenly, lashes fluttering at the thought as the man swiped his hands across his still slick palms. Words dying on his lips as their fingers tangled together for a long, lingering moment before the younger man pulled away again, running an experimental hand along the thick, burgeoning length of his cock.
..Wait...Experimental?
He had about half a second to grapple with the previously unconsidered thought that Dominic may have never actually done this before, when all conscious thought abruptly curled up and died, his head thudding back against the wall so hard it hurt, unable to help himself as he thrust into the man's fist with a desperate and unabashedly wanton hike of his hips. So far gone that he didn't have the presence of mind to even so much as wince with embarrassment.
He made a sound that was all vowels as his eyes slammed shut. The sensation was too much after so many years of only his left hand and admittedly stunted imagination to assuage himself.
... Christ, he wasn't going to last, not after-
"Fuck." He swore, the sound echoing through the empty hallway, his hips surging upwards as Dominic did something that had to be illegal somewhere as he twisted his hand part way up through an unexpected, downward stroke.
But the harsh explicative gained him only a decadent chuckle as the man breathed heatedly against his ear, a hand coming up to steady them as they began pitching sideways, something falling off the wall just out of his peripheral vision as the man hitched them both into the wall again, rubbing up against him urgently as he murmured a rich, and decidedly sensual promise in his ear.
"…Later.."
The world exploded into a burst of static and white noise.
Glossary:
* "Pish": Is English slang for: "crap."
*Chapter Title: Is Latin meaning: "For life.."
A/N: Please let me know what you think? Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! If you took time to read it, please let me know your thoughts. This is how I go about improving my writing. (Wooo! One more chapter go!)