Heat

Second place in the VX Spring/Summer Fanfiction contest 2007

Author: evilgrin
Title: Heat
Rating: NC17 Slash/violence
Fandom: (TFATF/AU)

Disclaimer: Dom isn’t mine, Jake is
Summary: a night out doesn’t go as expected
Pairing: Dom/OMC
Archive: no
Feedback: yes

Hot. It was so damned hot. That it was night didn’t matter; that it had started to rain didn’t matter. Heat waves came up from the pavement in shimmering lines.

Dom’s shirt stuck to his back, sweat slick as he followed Jake’s broad back outside into the stifling heat. Hands clenched into fists, the violence that swirled in him changing his gait from cocky swagger to something more dangerous.

Jake. They worked in the garage together, raced together. For months now they had lived together in the small apartment above the garage. First it had just been overnight, after a late race, a night of drinking. Occasional became permanent, without anyone asking or being asked.

They shared everything, Jake was never in the way, never asked for anything or imposed. If not for Jake’s short, pitch black hair, they would be alike as two drops of water. They ate the same food, benched the same weight, wore each other’s clothes. Fucked the same women, if that’s how the night’s take ended up. Often at the same time, something that of late had happened more and more.

Which is why Dom didn’t understand what the fuck was going on now. It was a pick-up bar for racers, ‘The Fast and The Furious’. Chicks only came here for one thing and she was ready for it. Dom had watched her eyes wander hungrily over them when he bought her a drink and suggested a threesome. Dom left her with Jake to grab another couple of beers and when he got back, everything had changed; the chick was a step ahead of Jake, deliberately not looking at Dom. She got into a cab, and then it was just him and Jake, out on the pavement in the sweltering heat.

“What the fuck was that, man? She was into us a minute ago, what the fuck did you say to her?”

Lust, liquor fueled aggression, and oppressive heat made Dom boil over. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of Jake’s shirt and pulled him out of view, slamming him hard into the brick wall of the alley behind the bar.

Jake swept an arm up, easily dislodging Dom, pushing him backwards. Measure for measure, the two were evenly matched, Dom had seen him bench enough, had seen him naked enough, to know it as fact.

Jake wasn’t much of a talker, but that he didn’t answer just pissed Dom off even more. Hot. So damned hot. Dom lunged forward, fist snapping out hard. He didn’t know why, didn’t care why. All he could see was red, and all he wanted was blood.

Jake didn’t back up or retreat; it wasn’t the way he was made. He grabbed Dom’s shoulder and pivoted with the blow. Dom’s knuckles grazed across Jake’s bottom lip, splitting it open.

It got an answer out of Jake, if not the one Dom had wanted. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” It was all he could get out before Dom swung again, a shorter, meaner arc in the confined space between their bodies. Nearly lifted off his feet by the shot in the ribs, Jake tightened his grip on Dom’s shoulder; his breath huffed out against the skin of Dom’s neck.

Now nearly as pissed off as Dom, Jake swung a left and easily caught Dom in the mouth. Both men were bloodied; the fight didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. Someone had to win, someone had to submit.

Tasting blood didn’t dampen Dom’s bloodlust, only sharpened it. It wasn’t about the woman anymore, if that’s even what it had been about in the first place. Evenly matched, neither could do much harm to the other, the fight just made them hotter. And harder. A fight was as good as a fuck; the drive the same. The need to dominate.

In a race, Dom was the best there was, no one could beat him. This wasn’t a race, and Jake was better. Didn’t mean that Dom had any intention of losing. He didn’t lose. Dom tried to grab a fistful of Jake’s hair, but like their bodies, it was slick with rain and sweat. His fist slid past Jake’s neck, bringing the two men even closer together in a near embrace.

In a moment of dark fury, Dom pressed against Jake’s chest, their position almost intimate, and bit Jake’s shoulder where it met his neck. It wasn’t something he was proud of.

It had started off as a bite anyway. Dom’s teeth grazed Jake’s neck at first, before his busted lip hit the salt sweat, the sharp sting clearing some of the bloodlust haze. Bloodlust became simple lust. A fuck was as good as a fight.

Dom felt Jake freeze at the feel of lips on his neck, rougher than a woman’s touch but similar. Hot. It was so fucking hot. How many times had they looked at each other just like this, their dicks buried in a chick as she screamed between their perfect bodies?

More and more often when they went out to get laid they didn’t even look for a pair of women anymore, but just one, that they could share. Because of her? Or because of this? Did they want her at all, or did it just make it easier?

Dom didn’t step back, and Jake didn’t breathe. ‘Why’ thick in the torpid air between them. Unsaid. Too much to say, too fucking odd to say, and no way to come back from it once it was said.

A quick glance to make sure they were alone and Dom sucked his bottom lip, tasting blood and the pheromone tang of sweat. Jake tracked the tip of Dom’s tongue, didn’t step back from him, and stayed frozen when Dom’s mouth neared his own. Their lips nearly touched, an experiment, a dare. Stop now and it was still possible to say that what was about to happen wasn’t really about to happen.

Too late. Everything slowed down and went too fast. Blood on blood, their lips touched. A hard, demanding kiss, no going back now. Copper, sweat, hard liquor. Male. Too aroused to be confused, too hard to care, Dom let go of Jake’s shoulder and tangled a fist in his hair.

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