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Summary: Dom is in Oxnard, looking for a distraction.

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Movies > Fast and the Furious, TheMissEFR21516,829407613,95423 Sep 1027 Sep 10Yes

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City of Angels

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Dom grabbed the bag, and tossed it into the back of his car. “Got anything else, Alex?” he asked as he walked back into the room.

The younger man looked up with a lopsided smile. “Xander,” he corrected.


“Alex is the name I used at the club. You know, for dancing. I didn't want to use my real name, 'cause it's way too close to home, so I used 'Alex'. But my name's Xander. Well, it's Alexander, but people usually only call me that when I'm in trouble. So... Xander,” he finished with a smile.

Dom walked up and slid a hand behind his boy's head. “Sometimes I think the only way to get you to shut up is to kiss you,” he smirked.

Alex's... Xander's eyes went wide, and darkened with arousal. “Certainly worth a shot,” he whispered. “Though don't know if that's going to work in the long-term. More a form of positive reinforcement. You know,” he went on, “I babble, so you kiss me, so I babble so you'll kiss me again. That sort -” Dom cut Xander off with exactly the form of positive reinforcement he'd just been talking about. When the older man released him, Xander looked up in a daze. “I was talking?” he asked, frowning.

Dom grinned. “You were getting in the car.”

“Okay,” Xander grinned in return, and went to do just that. Dom chuckled, and followed his boy out to the car.

An hour later, and Dom had expected Xander to talk the whole way home, but the boy had been strangely quiet. He looked across, frowning. “There a problem, Xan?”

“No,” Xander squeaked. “I'm just only used to going this fast when I'm flying through the air, about to hit something hard. And not even then, really, 'cause I'm pretty sure if you clocked me, I wouldn't be going this fast. And I'm so not talking at the time. And I kind of figured you'd need to concentrate, 'cause, you know, fast!”

Dom chuckled. “You're not used to driving fast?”

“If you ever saw the car I got from my uncle, you'd know the answer. I did tell you that the engine dropped out, like, five miles from Oxnard, didn't I?”

“I can't believe your uncle made you pay good money for that,” he shook his head.

“Yeah, well, Mom and Dad are going to make me pay good money for the basement when I get home, and that place smells,” he grimaced.

“You planning on going back there?” Dom growled. It had only been three days he'd had his boy, but there had been stories told, and he was pretty sure he didn't want Xan going back there.

Xander cocked his head and chewed his lip. “Well, I was going to go back there,” he considered. “But that was before, you know? Then I met you, and, well, uh, wow! Yeah,” he added with a goofy smile. “You're pretty much 'wow'!”

“I damn well better be,” the older man growled again. “You realise you're mine, don't you? And I don't let go,” he added.

Xander's breath hitched, and his hand stole across to rest on Dom's leg. “Yours,” he promised, and Dom found himself speeding up a little, to get home and get his boy settled.

“Home, soon,” Dom promised.

“Yeah,” Xander murmured, frowning faintly. “Then I get to meet your family.”


Mia was sitting at the kitchen table when they walked in. She looked up as they entered, and smiled. “Hey, Dom. Was wondering when you'd turn up.”

“Letty call?” he asked.

“Nope. But the whole neighbourhood heard that fight, so I wasn't looking for her to call,” she shrugged. “So who's this?” she asked with a smile.

“This is Xan. Found him in Oxnard. Xan, this is my sister, Mia.”

Xander smiled and waved, then looked at Dom, a little worried. “Uh, Dom?” he began. “You going to...”

Dom frowned, puzzled at what Xander was on about. Xander nodded at his sister, so he glanced her way, only to notice the look on her face. He rolled his eyes. “Hey, Mia,” he began. “How about you get my boy a sandwich. Think he'll need the energy,” he added with a leer.

“Dom!” Xander hissed, blushing. “Even I know better than that.”

Mia blinked. “Your … boy?” she asked. “Like, your boyfriend? Dom, what the hell do you think you're doing? Sure, Jesse'll be too far into a computer to do anything, and Leon'll be okay with it, but you know Vince is going to go right off about this, and Letty will scream hell down on you! No. You made this mess, you fix it,” she finished, storming out of the kitchen.

“See?” Xander asked wryly. “That's why you don't do it that way.” He looked around the kitchen, chewing his lip. “She's right, isn't she? About Vince and Letty?”

Dom scowled after his sister. The only thing keeping him in place was Xander's hand on his arm. The younger man had grabbed him as soon as Mia had started ripping into him, and that had somehow … grounded him enough not to start on a screaming match with the girl. “I broke up with Letty. She ain't go not call to scream at me. Vince, though. He ain't going to like it. That going to be a problem?”

Xander thought about it as he absently rubbed Dom's arm. “He's pretty kick-ass, isn't he?”

Dom shrugged. “Knows his way around a car, got a temper. Bigger than you,” Dom observed, moving closer. “He's a brawler, and he hits hard.”

“I can hit back?” Xander asked, paying more attention to the arm he was stroking.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dom nodded.

“I can hit first?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes.

Dom laughed. “If you want. If he's going to make a fuss about you being in my bed, then you do whatever the hell you have to to look after yourself, you hear?”

Xander looked up and slid his arms around Dom's waist. “Hmm... Bed,” he murmured.

Dom smirked, and cupped Xander's head in his hand. “Up the stairs, last door on the right. You got five minutes before I rip those clothes off you,” he purred before taking Xander's mouth in a hard, deep kiss. When he pulled back, Xander's eyes were almost black, and he was panting. “Four minutes,” he taunted. Xander flashed his brilliant smile, and took off. Dom grinned, and sauntered after him.


Xander was facing away from the door when Dom slipped into the room. He was naked, and bending over the bed to pull the covers down. Dom crept up behind him, and grabbed him by the hips, dragging him hard against him. Xander yelped and twisted, but calmed almost immediately, and ground back against the larger man. Dom reached around to pull on Xander's cock. “Pity I can't keep you like this all the time,” he growled into Xander's neck.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander sighed, reaching up to hold Dom's head to his neck. When Dom released his cock, Xander turned to face him. He plucked at Dom's wife-beater. “You're wearing too much,” he complained in a husky voice.

“Am I now?” Dom grinned. “Well maybe you should do something about that,” he suggested.

Xander smirked in response, and began to slowly remove Dom's clothing, spending as much time kissing and stroking as he did tugging clothes out of the way. Dom growled, but Xander kept to his own pace. He dropped Dom's pants to the ground, but Dom couldn't kick them off as he was still wearing his boots. He scowled when he saw Xander's grin, but relaxed when the younger man began kissing and nipping his way down his body. Xander made a straight line down until his navel, which he paid, as far as an impatient Dom was concerned, an indecent amount of attention to, before veering off to the side, and continued down, totally ignoring his waiting cock.

Xander kissed and nipped his way down one thigh and removed Dom's boot and pulled his leg out of this pants, then worked his way back up the same thigh before retracing his path around Dom's cock back to his navel. He then mirrored that path down the other leg, and repeated his self-appointed task before making his way back up Dom's body. Dom was about to shout at him to just, fuck! do something, when Xander suddenly took the head of his cock into that pretty – fuck, so pretty – mouth. He snarled, and grabbed handfuls of Xander's hair, but managed to not come in that increasingly talented mouth.

Xander released his cock with a pop, and looked up at him. “Man, you've got good control,” he grinned.

“Get on the fucking bed,” Dom growled. He was pleased to note the speed with which Xander obeyed him, and quickly fished out the condoms and lube before tossing them onto the bed. He looked at Xander, spread out and smirking, and grabbed hard at the base of his own cock. He took a deep breath, and held it. When he felt calm enough, he knelt between his boy's legs, and quickly rolled a condom on before grabbing the lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers, and began opening Xander up. He watched his boy, bucking and twisting, mewling and moaning, babbling, pleading, and clutching at the sheets in his need. He was determined to go at his own pace after that little cock-tease routine Xander had put him through earlier. Two fingers, three, and then four fingers were worked inside the younger man, opening him, teasing him, driving Xander as crazy as he'd driven Dom. Finally, when he was satisfied, Dom smeared some more lube on the condom, and pushed all the way in in one smooth thrust.

Xander arched off the bed so that the only parts of him touching it were his head and his hands, still clenched in the sheets. After a few minutes, Xander began to relax, sagging back onto the bed as much as possible with his legs over Dom's shoulders. He opened his eyes, and smiled. “You're a bastard, you know that, don't you?” he asked, dazed.

“After that little thing you did?” Dom demanded. “Think I have the right.”

Xander gave a huff of laughter. “Don't you try to tell me you didn't like it.”

“You want me to show you how much I fucking liked it?” Dom taunted.

Xander shuddered. “Hell, yeah,” he whispered.

At that, Dom pulled back, then thrust right back in. Xander bucked again, and gave a loud moan. Dom leaned down close to his boy, letting Xander's legs twist around his waist. “Like that?” he whispered. Xander panted, and nodded vigorously. “Want more?” he asked.

“Please,” Xander whined.

Dom captured his boy's mouth for a breathlessly long kiss, sucking on the younger man's tongue, searching behind his teeth, making that mouth his. When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled back, and looked at the other man, then smiled. He straightened, wrapped his powerful hands around his lover's hips, and began to pound. He let his boy's whispered words pour over him, their ceaseless pleas and insistent demands spurring him on. He felt his hands roam constantly over his arms and shoulders and chest, scratching and stroking with equal fervour. He gritted his teeth, and kept moving.

He felt the end coming, a tightening in his gut, his balls pulling up even as he tried to hold back, but the man beneath him was too strong, too powerful, too insistent, with his moans, and his sighs, his pleas, and his damn-near perfect body rippling around his cock, pulling a painfully intense orgasm screaming from his body. Desperately, Dom reached for Xander's cock, and began to tug at it, hoping to make his boy come at least as hard as he was about to. He heard a shout, and he thought it was Xander, but he couldn't be sure, because he was falling forward, now, and there was only his lover's taut body to cushion his fall.


Dom woke to something pushing at him. “What?” he grunted.

“You're heavy,” Xander complained. “You're like two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, and you're squishing me flat.”

“I am not that heavy,” Dom grinned.

“Says the person on top,” Xander retorted, poking a finger into his ribs.

Dom caught the offending finger, and brought it to his mouth, where, maintaining eye-contact with Xander, the sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

Xander's eyes went wide, and his breath hitched. “Hells, Dom. I'm pretty sure I'm in no way up to a repeat just now, but I so very want to.”

Dom chuckled, a wicked sound. “There a problem?”

Xander slapped at him with his free hand. “Bastard.” He relaxed under his lover, then frowned, as if in thought.

“What now?” Dom demanded.

“You think your sister was here for all of that?” Xander asked innocently.


Vince and Leon walked up the steps to the front porch. “Hey, Mia,” Vince began. “What're you doing out here?”

Mia made a face. “Dom's home. Brought someone with him. They're loud,” she pouted.

Leon raised his eyebrows. “Louder than Letty?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mia nodded. “Don't think she's got much of a chance now,” she added.

“So what's she like?” Vince asked.

Mia scowled at him, causing him to jerk back in surprise. “Ask Dom,” was all she would say before immersing herself in her books. Vince and Leon exchanged puzzled looks, then shrugged, and headed in to get themselves drinks.

There was a stranger in the kitchen when Vince and Leon walked in. A man, about Mia's age, wearing only jeans, was leaning against the counter, eating a sandwich. Vince frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

The boy stopped chewing, looked at the the two men, then swallowed. “Let me guess,” he began. “Vince and Leon?” he asked, pointing to each of them.

Leon grinned, and headed for the fridge. “Yep,” he nodded. “And you are?”

“Xander,” he introduced.

“So what the fuck are you doing here, Xander,” Vince drawled the name.

“I brought him here,” Dom declared as he entered the kitchen.

“You're what he brought home?” Vince sneered.

Xander tilted his head. “Being a human,” he considered, “I'm more of a 'who' than a 'what'.”

Vince turned to Dom. “You brought a boy home with you? You're fucking boys now?” he demanded.

“I take what I want,” Dom growled. “Always have, always will. If Xander can keep up, then I'm having him.”

Vince shook his head in disgust, and stormed out of the kitchen. A few minutes later, his car could be heard roaring off down the street.

Leon looked at his friend. “That went well,” he offered mildly.

“You going to have a problem, too?” Dom wanted to know.

“Fuck, no,” Leon shook his head. “Who you screw is your business. Vince is kind of right, though,” he went on. “This will be a problem for others.”

“Anyone has a problem with this, they deal with me,” Dom decided.

“You might not be there when people are having a problem with it,” Leon warned easily. “Your boy might be the only one there. You thought about that?”

Dom looked at Xander and clenched his jaw. “Anyone does anything, you tell me,” he ordered the younger man.

Xander scoffed. “Uh, that would be a 'no',” he decided. “I've never run to the teacher, and I'm not going to start now. If I have a problem, I'll deal with it.”

“Some of the people we deal with are scary,” Leon warned.

Xander shrugged. “Won't be the first time I've met scary.” When Dom raised an eyebrow, Xander went on. “What? You think I told you the bad parts of the 'Dale? There's more to life than kissing cheerleaders in the Janitor's closet,” he dismissed.

Dom growled low in his throat, and stalked over, pinning Xander to the counter. “You have a problem, you talk to me about it,” he repeated.

“And again with the 'no',” Xander argued calmly. “Strange as it may seem, Dom, you are not the scariest man I've met. I stared him down outside my best friend's hospital room. Pretty sure he was going to kill her, but 'best laid plans' and all that.”

“You've met someone scarier that Dom?” Leon asked, trying to break the tension.

Acknowledging the effort, Xander broke Dom's gaze and smiled at Leon. “Strange as it may seem, but yeah. After all, Dom hasn't actually killed anyone, has he?”

“Nope,” Leon shook his head.

“Angelus...” Xander licked his lips, and pushed close to Dom. “He killed my computer teacher, and laid her out on her boyfriend's bed. There were candles, and rose petals, the whole nine yards. All because he wanted to get to the boyfriend's student.” He rested his head against Dom's shoulder. “So, yeah. Dom isn't the scariest person I know.”

Dom wrapped his arms around his boy, and held him tight. “You tell me if you need me to do something,” he conceded.

Xander pulled back, and gave a small smile. “I can do that,” he agreed.
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