Rating: NC-17 for M/M sex!
Webpage: http://denofsin.slashcity.net/
Feedback: Yes, please. nicxf@softhome.net
Series/Sequel: Set in the Amy B./Nicole S. "Benevolent" Universe.
Amy's Page is at http://merrygoround.slashcity.net/
Archive: Sure
Disclaimers: Barna-Alper, Chris Haddock, Alliance-Atlantis, and the mighty CBC own them. But then again, my tax dollars went to fund this show, as most other things Canadian, so some of them belong to me, right?? RIGHT? Aw hell, I just played with them a little bit, but I gave them back!
Spoilers: The entire second season.
Summary: Bobby needs someone to be on his side.
Comments: Bobby Marlowe's played by Calllum Keith Rennie, and Dominic DaVinci's played by Nicholas Campbell. This is dedicated to Amy B., who blows me away time and time again with her fic. This story is all because of her DaVinci fic, the new Cure CD, and a boring Colour Theory class. It took forever to finally get to, but I finally got this sucker done. Beta by Amy B. and Orithain.
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"Landfall"
By Nicole S. 3/00
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The pounding on the door woke Dominic DaVinci from a deep slumber. He resisted answering it at first, willing the person to go away, but whoever it was wouldn't quit knocking. He sighed as he got out of bed and felt for his robe thrown over the chair in the corner.
It was probably Gabriella, fed up with her mother once again and having lost or forgotten her key. She'd shown up at his apartment more than a few times in recent months, declaring war on his ex-wife. He hoped she'd grow out of this soon.
He reached the living room and flicked on a light in the corner. The pounding on the door continued.
"Okay, okay, I can hear ya," he yelled, his voice hoarse from just waking up. "You forget your key?" he said as he opened the door, but Gabriella wasn't on the other side.
"Sorry, Dom. I'm sorry."
Bobby Marlowe stood before him slumping against the doorframe, and he looked horrible. His spiky blonde hair was more out of control than usual. He had dark circles around his eyes, his fingers were stained with nicotine, and he was clearly drunk. One look at him, and Dom knew he'd had a rough night.
"Naw, 'sokay." Dom backed out of the way. "C'mon in."
Bobby slowly straightened himself, followed Dom into the living room and stood there while Dom locked the door behind him. Dom turned around and watched his friend and occasional lover crumple onto the couch and start sobbing. He went over to Bobby and caressed his back as his body shook.
Bobby hadn't told Dom why he was here or what he was feeling, but Dom understood. He understood all too well about what haunted Bobby, and how the visions of those dead women up on that beautiful mountainside wouldn't leave his mind. Dom had also been thinking about those bodies all evening. That and the fact that Williams was so damn proud of killing and burying them... he was a sick, sick bastard. That fact disturbed Dom, but it was killing Bobby. It seemed like Bobby was getting involved with the most horrible cases lately, in one capacity or another. Dom wondered if people were sicker and meaner these days, or was he just hearing about it more?
Dom wanted to tell Bobby that he took things too hard, that he always got too personal with his cases. Bobby had to learn to leave it all behind and realize that people were animals, and some were predators, and some were prey. But he didn't, too painfully aware that he himself had his own share of nightmares and quiet cries here and there over the monstrosities people did to each other.
Instead, he cradled his friend in his arms, kissed him on the head, and remained silent. Dom remembered when he'd first started this job; he'd come home every day to Patricia and taken it out on her. Yelling and screaming about how something in the house wasn't right, fighting endlessly over silly details. Later, he'd learned how to take those dead bodies he saw every day and put them somewhere else in his mind so he wouldn't think of them, so he wouldn't dwell on the kids, and little old ladies. He wished he would've done that earlier in his marriage; it might have saved it.
But, it didn't always work.
And this case Bobby was involved with... man, it was a nightmare. Bobby had tried his damnedest to get those girls off the street, and now they were dead. Bobby worked Vice, because he wanted to help people. Thing was, not everyone wanted his help. And that was the hardest thing of all to take. The disappointment, and feeling like a failure, like he let those dead girls down.
So Dom just held Bobby and let him get it all out. Dom knew he needed release, and it was better that Bobby was here with him than keeping it all inside.
After a few minutes, the shuddering stopped, and Bobby was still in Dom's arms, breathing heavily. Dom got up and retrieved a box of kleenex from the bathroom, putting it on the coffee table.
"I'm going to make some tea, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer and started making it anyway. He left Bobby alone as the tea steeped, knowing just how he liked it. It was funny. When he was married, he could never remember how his wife liked her steak done, but he knew how Bobby took his tea.
He re-entered the living room, mugs in hand, and sat down on the couch. He handed one to Bobby.
"It's still hot."
Bobby nodded and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip. He wrapped his hands around the hot porcelain as if he were very cold and looked grimly up at Dom. "Sorry to come here so late," he said softly.
"I told you it was okay. I understand." Dom leaned back on the couch, and Bobby leaned back against him. Silently they drank their tea, speeches left unsaid. The fact that they could sit together, know how each other was feeling, and not need to say a word made Dom feel closer to Bobby than he ever had before.
After a while, Dom made motions to move, and Bobby sat up.
"You gonna stay? You might as well stay; it's the middle of the night."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
"No problem. You know where everything is." Dom took the mug from him. Bobby gave him a small smile, but Dom could see in his eyes that he was grateful he'd asked him.
While Bobby was in the bathroom, Dom placed a call to Helen's voicemail at work telling her he'd be late, and asking if she'd be so kind as to cancel or rearrange anything he had going on that morning. He winced as he put the phone back onto the cradle. She wasn't going to like that at all.
He turned the lights off in the living room and kitchen before heading back to the bedroom. He stripped off his robe and his t-shirt, leaving his underwear on, and crawled back into bed. He was tired; he, too, had a bad day with all those bodies up on that mountain. The only good thing that came out of this was the fact that they caught the guy. Small consolation for all those lives lost.
Bobby came into the bedroom and stripped to his boxers before getting under the sheets. Dom cradled the man in his arms again, spooning up against him, rubbing his chest until he fell asleep.
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Morning came without the shrill beep of the alarm clock, as Dom hadn't set it. Still, it was only 8:15, plenty of time for him to get into the office before the people lining up to see him got too long. Bobby's head was on his chest, his spiky blonde hair showing hints of grey here and there throughout that you couldn't see unless you looked real close. Hell, Dom had been salt and pepper along the sides of his head after just a few months as Coroner.
Bobby stirred and rolled over so he was on his own pillow again. Dom came up behind him, caressing his arm and kissing his shoulder. Bobby moved back against him, brushing Dom's sudden erection.
Dom continued kissing Bobby's shoulder, moving down his back, licking and kissing the pale skin, until he was at the waistband of his underwear. Dom slowly removed them from Bobby, caressing and squeezing the hard cock that sprang free. Dom felt his own body react to Bobby's. He loved waking with Bobby beside him, even if it wasn't that often. His skin tingled where it touched Bobby's, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
Dom needed to make everything better somehow. He had to take the pain of away. Dom was good at that; he could take whatever Bobby gave him and put it somewhere else, even for just a little while.
Quickly, he removed his own underwear, then moved back up, rubbing his body along Bobby's, hearing him sigh and give a slight moan. He rolled Bobby underneath him and began kissing and licking his neck and collarbone, wanting to take the hurt from yesterday away. He moved down to Bobby's nipples, licking and sucking on them, bringing them to hard buds.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
"Want you in me. Need to feel you."
Dom reached over to the bedside table and got the lube and a condom out of the drawer. With his thumb, he flipped open the lid and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. Slowly, he prepared Bobby, until he was writhing under his touch, flushed and sweating.
"Goddamn it..." Bobby gasped in frustration as Dom removed his fingers and put on the condom.
"Just a sec. I'm not as young as I used to be."
Bobby smirked at this comment. "You're not going to get any older if you don't hurry up."
"Threats don't scare me."
Dom took his time entering Bobby, not wanting this to finish before it started. But soon, he was inside. He looked down at Bobby, legs over Dom's shoulders, his blue eyes with that spark he certainly didn't have last night. He wanted to say something to tell him how much he liked him like this, how much he liked Bobby, how he enjoyed this.
"You feel good, Bob."
"Feels fucking incredible," he gasped.
Dom started rocking back and forth, the room silent except for the heavy breathing of both men. Slowly, Dom increased his pace, until Bobby's balls were bouncing off his cock, and all he heard was Bobby making that grunting moan that was so completely Bobby.
He angled his cock to give his lover the most pleasure before taking Bobby's hardness in his hand. Dom pumped with his hand and his hips, making moans of his own until he exploded into his lover with a cry. He kept stroking Bobby, who came a short time later over Dom's fist and onto his own belly.
Dom collapsed forward, not caring if Bobby's come was covering him or that he was still embedded in him. He needed to feel Bobby's arms around him. He needed this just as much as Bobby did right now. Dom felt wanted and cared for, and he wanted Bobby to feel that, too.
They lay there, joined for a few minutes, until Dom cleaned them up with a conveniently placed towel that he was conveniently placing beside his bed more often these days. When that was done, he returned to bed, Bobby nestling into his embrace.
"I should go," Bobby said about ten minutes later.
"Yeah, really? Okay. You want breakfast?"
"Naw. I should go home. I got a bunch of stuff to do. I've got meet Mick and compare notes. I have some info on next of kin." He shook his head sympathetically. "The paperwork on this case is going to be a bitch."
"Oh, I know. I sure know that. You sure you don't want anything?"
"No. I'll get something at home."
"Okay." Dom didn't push it any further.
Bobby stood up and began to put on his clothes, then moved into the living room to put on his boots. Dom followed, shrugging on his robe. He looked at the clock. "I should get ready, too. Helen'll have my hide if I'm not in the office soon." He watched Bobby put on his jacket. Then Dom walked to the door to say goodbye.
Bobby kissed him gently on the lips. "I came here to talk last night."
"I know."
"But I didn't say anything."
"I know. I just know, Bobby. You don't need to explain to me." Bobby nodded and gave him another kiss. "You'll call me later, right?" Dom asked.
"Yeah."
"We'll get a beer and pizza or something."
"I'd like that."
"Good. And you know, if you feel like talking, we can talk then."
Bobby nodded then left, shutting the door behind him.
Dom stood there for a minute before turning around to get ready for work.
The End