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Title: Preordained
Disclaimer: Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened.
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Summary: AU: Some things are just meant to happen while others are simply ripples off of one small mistake that change us forever. (Read AU Description, and also AN; behind cut)
AU Description: Same as before. (Refer to Prolog’s Description)
Rating: R (over-all) Chapter Two-PG-13—R-ish (language and somewhat sexual situation)
AN: A big thank you to everyone who read the prolog and chapter one and came back for more Seanlijah gooooooodness. Refer to the “Prolog’s AN” for information mentioned in Summary.
Guide: ‘Thoughts’
Book Titles
Sean’s Book
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Preordained

Chapter Two: Charm

Dom felt his blood congeal in his veins as his eyes flashed open.

“Lijah wait, I can explain!” The words so clichéd, empty and hollow spilt from Dom’s flushed lips as he and Billy tore away from one another, pulling scarlet sheets about their waists. Dominic quickly shifted off the bed and moved swiftly towards Elijah, who was transfixed in the bedroom doorway as a thousand thoughts began to swim through his head. “Lij.” His voice was calm and even as he tried to use a nickname to diffuse the mounting emotions evident in Elijah’s eyes, clouded now with lost anger, eyebrows knit closely together.

‘This isn’t the first time, Dom.’ The single thought rang loudest in his mind as Dom tried to reach out to him, his face pitifully full of false remorse. Ever since Elijah had decided to take the next step with Dominic he’d been his own personal doormat; always taking Dom back when he was ‘led astray.’ He couldn’t do it anymore…he didn’t have to put himself through this, so why should he. He’d been polite and calm for weeks on set, keeping all his anger and annoyances locked inside to not upset anyone else; hadn’t batted an eyelash when they cut his scene, he’d even signed that lewd flight attendant’s notebook, with a smile.

Dominic had fucked up at the wrong time, releasing a torrent of Elijah’s pent up anger and frustration.

“Y-you,” he choked out as his voice wavered dangerously low, laced through with unshed tears. “Bastard!” He finished solidly, leaving no room for a trace of sadness. Clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly he baked away from Dom’s outstretched hand, never wanting to feel its betraying touch again. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

“Elijah, wait!” Nothing Dom could say would stop him from making his decision. He made a grab for Elijah’s forearm but fell short as Elijah continued backing away. The key to Dom’s apartment dug under Elijah’s skin, burning white hot as he pressed his hands against the sides of his head.

“F-fuck!” He exclaimed with a voice stuttering as furry contorted his lips, he threading his fingers through his own hair and tearing furiously at the tips. The vein pulsing just below the pale skin of his throat was straining against the skin as blood pounded through it. “Twice Dominic,” he screamed throwing the offending metal at Dom’s head as his messenger bag whipped around in time with his motion. Dominic’s mouth was silently opening and closing as he tried frantically to think of something, anything to say to calm Elijah before he did something he might regret.

With his hand now free he held up two fingers as he continued, “Two times before I’ve caught you like this and taken you back…” His voice halted as he paused to catch his breath. A strange calm fell over him in the silence as Dom stood waiting for the next blow not truly intending upon stopping it. “Well Monaghan, third times a charm,” he paused breathing deeply, “I’m done.” Dom had never heard Elijah’s normally bubbly voice so icy and detached, such words spoken devoid of emotion sent a chill up his spine.

“Enjoy him, Billy was it?” Elijah called down the hall. “That is if he’ll have you and you alone in his bed for more that a few weeks.” He spoke quietly but loud enough for Billy to hear, voice wreathed in bitterness. Clutching the hem of the bed sheet Dom stood silently as he watched Elijah’s retreating back before turning back to Billy. With a few quick strides Elijah was back down the hall and out the door, not stopping to grab his cumbersome luggage; leaving only with his bag slung over his shoulder.

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Elijah fell back onto the soft creamy comforter of his own bed with a quiet swoosh as the feathers conformed beneath his body to cradle him gently. He slung his arm over his face, hiding his eyes behind the crook of his elbow. Tugging at the strap across his opposite shoulder Elijah pulled his bag off and tossed it over the side of the bed. His white collar shirt ruffled from the movement now bunched up around his chest exposing a pale midriff.

With a quiet thud the bag flipped open spilling the content across his carpeted bedroom floor. Pulling his exhausted body towards the edge of the bed he saw the black book peeking out from beneath the open flap of his bag. His hand grazed lightly over the cover and he pulled it to his chest. Curling up in a comforting ball, faded jeans stretched tight over his knees pressed to his chest and arms folded together cradling his book. He tried to drift off into sleep but his mind just would not allow him that simple pleasure.

He wouldn’t let himself cry. He’d known this day would come…sooner or later. Dom himself said what they had been was just for fun, nothing too serious. They’d been the best of friends before and Elijah had never really let himself bond with Dom in a romantic way; their relationship was purely built on lust.

Deep down though he still wanted to be able to call Dom up to just go clubbing or drinking for fun. Nothing else between them, just friends again would be nice. He knew he’d miss Dom terribly if he wasn’t in some aspect of his life…

Forcing all thoughts of Dom to the back of his head Elijah tried to replace them with images formed by words printed up stiff paper. In his insomniac induced read through the book he began to compare characters from the book to his own life: the classic art imitating life ploy. This time around the character of William rang true in his mind unlike the first time. William of course having lost somebody he cared about to another. The character seemed to have more depth and development than any of Sean’s other characters.

‘Strange…’ With a small unconscious smile Elijah’s thought rested upon one decision that he had to see followed through: he had to play Sean’s William.

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‘4:21’

The red blaring numbers of the clock sitting on his oak nightstand blazed into his retinas as he woke up for the umpteenth time from the same dream. A hand trailed up to his forehead as he wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out upon his brow. He’d been having this vision on and off again since before he’d committed it to memory and then to paper. He had written the scene seamlessly into the plot of his most recent book in a futile attempt to rid it from his mind. One of the characters he’d even bestowed his middle name upon, the character that found himself in the same position he always found himself in during the hallucination.

The dream had confused him beyond comprehension, there was nothing he could do to explain them, nor did he ever try to. A sleeping form lying beside him breathed softly as she slept; completely unaware and oblivious of the restless nights her husband had been having for months.

It’d always start the same, with those eyes…so intense and blue they redefined the color with their vividness. Such charming eyes. He’d always feel this warmth pressing hot against the pit of his stomach whenever he’d see those eyes, veiled in complete darkness. They spoke of love and torment melded together creating a character wholly within their depths. There never was any hint at a face or form to accompany them; though he knew the eyes belonged to a man. A certain masculine strength rimed the edges and mingled with the dusk lashes that would surely only deserve nothing better than to be pressed against a high cheekbone.

Then a white heat, as if radiating from the formless eyes’ unseen body, was wreathing him, locking him in place as the eyes leveled with his own. Every twinge of such a lust never written before by his hands echoed in those eyes when they met his. He could feel a spark of an old flame rekindle with in him, yet it held something different, warmer than ever before, more deeply rooted. That same fire was burning blue as the formless eyes’ pressed their invisible lips against his, an unseen dusting of stubble solidifying his sense of masculinity.

A soft hand would press against his throat and slide back into the curled hair at the nape of his neck, more tenderly than he’d expected. That was when he’d feel the velvet soft tongue slip slowly, almost casually as if he should be familiar with the kiss the unseen man bestowed upon him. The tongue would press lightly against his lips asking gently for permission to enter and as soon as he would part them he’d wake with a cold sweat and a tight heat constrained against the fabric of his boxers.

That was where he found himself now. He’d always try to go back to sleep or gently wake his wife up to finish what the dream had started but he’d never allow himself to touch the physical evidence of an imaginary temptress…tempter…But now he felt his hand lying heavy on his thigh as he sat up. He let his hands drift over the heat for a fleeting moment; it was the first time he’d done this since before being married at nineteen. A gasp slipped unchecked from between his lips as his hazel-green eyes were veiled. Something next to him stirred and he quickly drew his hands away from his lap.

“Sean, honey, please go back to sleep…”

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The pages rustled beneath his fingers as he flipped back to the end of the book. A picture of a young man, most likely in his late twenties to early thirties, stared back at him in black and white. Warmth spread through his body as it had when he had read Sean’s book. Across the man’s face was a warm smile that triggered Elijah’s body to, on its own accord, create a smile reflecting the warmth of Sean’s grin frozen in time. Elijah could see faint laugh lines lacing the eyes that seemed to embody laughter itself. He traced the lines with his index; a small bitter giggle spilling from Elijah’s lips as he suddenly realized he was practically mooning over a writer he’d never met just after finding his lover in bed with another.

“Love is fickle, right Sean. Or is it lust?” Elijah questioned himself aloud as he looked down at the small printed biography below Sean’s black and white photo.

‘33…UCLA…child actor…Goonies, hey I love that movie! Married at nineteen.’ Elijah’s train of thought halted. ‘A married man had written such a powerful scene between two men,’ the thought only backed Elijah’s first conception that the chapter had been Sean playing with the idea of his own sexual orientation. His eyes flicked back to the caption on the picture, Sean Patrick Astin.

“Patrick.” Elijah spoke aloud as he flashed back to the thirteenth chapter. “The kiss lasted for what seemed to be but a heart beat before William had pulled away with an involuntary moan as Patrick’s response.” Lifting an eyebrow in response to what he had just read Elijah was sure he was right in his reasoning. He flipped back to the biography in that back and discovered that Sean and his wife, Christine, had dabbled in producing and, well Sean only, directing shorts before. Another smile graced his lips as he suddenly rolled off the side of his bed, moving from it for the first time since collapsing on it the night before.

On the floor he dug around the mess his spilt bag had created until finding his silver flip phone. Hitting the speed dial he called up his agent.

“Elijah it’s five thirty in the morning what in the world do you want?” The voice was in desperate need of coffee or caffeine— anything really—to wake it up. A sudden need for calm hit him as he realized what he was doing, groping around in the cloth depths of his bag for his spare pack of cigarettes he replied.

“Well I just, er, wanted to ask you if you’ve heard anything about a Sean Astin wanting to turn his book, The Inevitable, into a movie.” Elijah could hear a strange note thickly through his voice as he said Sean’s name and the book, almost as if a bubble of excitement was about to burst just beneath his breastbone. He bit his fuller bottom lip as he waited for the tired voice to reply. Pulling out a slim tube from the frantically torn open package he pulled the cigarette to his lips.

“Well, actually I’ve heard some rumors about that recently.” Elijah opened his mouth to request a meeting sometime in the near distant future. “If you want I can get you a meeting with Mr. Astin today.” Lighting the tip of the cigarette Elijah felt blood begin pounding in his ears as he quickly replied with a confused, “He lives in L.A.?” A breathy laugh echoed on the opposite end of the line. Elijah felt a blush tinge his cheeks and the back of his neck as he stood up from the floor.

“Yes, Elijah. I’ll call him up for you at a suitable time and see if I can arrange a meeting for you today.” With a small sigh his agent continued with a fatherly tone lacing his voice as he instructed Elijah, “Now I know you just got in from filming so get some sleep. Understand Wood?” Elijah made a grunt of understanding before hanging up and sitting back on his bed, the springs squeaking under his weight. Sitting for a moment trying to comprehend what had just transpired he sucked in the toxic air and quickly exhaled it, finishing the cigarette in no time.

He finally let his head rest upon his unused pillow, pushing all thoughts of Dom out of his head and focused on simply sleeping…even dreaming of meeting Mr. Astin.

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AN: Sorry if it was a lil short! *huggles the wonderful royalneptune* Thank you soooo much for beta-ing. I know a lot of people offered, and you'll prolly get one of the next chapter soon *wink* but for this chapter royalneptune was the first to offer so lets all hug to to death!!! Teehee. :D I hope ya'll liked this chapter, I was happy when I got to write about Sean...*sigh* And I can't wait to write the next chapter!! *bounce*