Sweet Wevenge (2/3)
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million_starTitle: Sweet Wevenge (2 of 3)
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, a hint of sexytimes, and crimes against the elderly.
Summary: A different spin on the boys' recent Twitpic war.
Feedback: Is welcome, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this never happened & no money is being made.
Author's Note: Thanks todolce_piccante & myz_bee for feedback and support (in all things &hearts). Special thanks to you two for putting up with the endless emails I've sent lately!
Part One
Dom, for the next couple days, was a nervous wreck. He knew, he just knew, that retaliation was imminent, and would most likely be swift and vicious. For that reason, Matt's sudden silence was beginning to be truly maddening. To make it worse, the singer was being unusually super-sweet and attentive to the blond. Take yesterday morning, for example:
"Matt, let me hold you," he whispered, his hands tugging at ebony locks. The singer released him with a pop to place a kiss to Dom's inner thigh.
"No," he mumbled against the hair between Dom's legs, "wanna please you. Let me."
"O-okay," Dom replied shakily, arching his back with a filthy groan as Matt set down to finishing what he'd started.
And last night at dinner:
"Dom, please, will you stop picking up after me all the time?" Chris sighed. Really, the Patented Howard Fussiness was getting pretty irritating. "I left those magazines on the table on purpose, you know! So I would know where they were!"
"I can't help it if I like everything to be in it's place," Dom answered calmly.
"It's batshit crazy, Dominic, you do realize that, yeah?"
"Oh, come on Chris," Matt interrupted, sliding into the blond's lap, "give him a break, I think it's sweet." To prove his point he kissed Dom sweetly on the lips.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Lovely, there goes my appetite. I really wish there was such a thing as eye bleach."
It was true; Matt was treating him like a king.
It was fucking unnerving.
Dom wasn't used to feeling so jittery like this; he would much rather Matt just go ahead and get him back so things could get back to normal.
For his part, Chris was fascinated by the whole thing. The picture Dom posted was inspired, really, and the comments that their followers were leaving were absolute gold, even a few days after the fact. He was also wondering just how much longer it would be until Matt managed to one-up the drummer.
He was having a fantastic time, though, winding Dom up.
"Where'd Bells go this morning?" he asked casually at breakfast one morning. Dom's head shot up, the hangover he was nursing suddenly forgotten. He removed his sunglasses, squinting.
"What? I don't know. He wasn't in bed when I woke up." Dom glanced around the room nervously.
"He said he needed to pick something up in town," Chris said calmly, buttering his pancakes. Dom didn't need to know that Matt had merely went to a local guitar shop to look around. "Is something wrong? No offense, mate, but you look like shit."
Dom's mouth opened in horror. Chris had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when Dom picked up a spoon and tried to use it as a mirror in an all too real example of that Patented Howard Vanity. The drummer winced, for his hair had that just-fucked look Matt loved so much, despite the fact that no fucking had occurred in the last few hours. Well, none that he could remember, at least... though, come to think of it Morgan had asked him a few moments ago why he was walking funny. Weird. The sound of Chris' voice brought him back to reality.
"He's been awfully quiet lately. Almost like he's plotting something." The bassist's eyes widened dramatically. "Do you think it's got anything to do with him getting you back for that picture you posted?"
At Chris words Dom stood up quickly, looking under the table and around the room. He stood up too abruptly, though and immediately fell down, his hungover state catching up with him. Chris laughed loudly at the state Dom had seemed to get himself into, wiping his eyes as Dom climbed back into his chair with a scowl.
"Not funny, Chris. Keep it up and I'll Tweet an embarrassing picture of you."
Chris looked at Dom, putting his fork down and crossing his arms. He said nothing, instead merely raising one eyebrow at his nervous friend.
"Ah," the blond stammered, "I mean, I would never do that. Nope, not me."
"And why is that, Dominic?"
"Umm, because it would be wrong, so very wrong," he nodded solemnly.
"What else?"
Dom sighed. "You'd kick me in the nuts?"
Chris nodded, satisfied. "Remember that." He picked up his fork just as his mobile rang. Dom had to assume by the big smile on his friend's face that it was Kelly on the other end. The blond waved as he stumbled away, opting to give Chris some privacy. It was just as good, really. Dom needed to think.
Nah, he decided with a groan, I need to lie down.
The next evening Dom was in the bathroom, having just hopped out of the shower, a towel slung around his waist, when he felt Matt embrace him from behind. The singer nuzzled his damp neck.
"Fuck, you smell good," he whispered, meeting Dom's gaze in the fogged-up mirror. Grey eyes smiled at blue ones.
"You're just saying that because you want to get in my pants, well," he looked down, "my towel."
A pout of truly epic proportions made its way on to Matt's lips. "Fucking towel, spoiling my fun." Dom chuckled, turning to take the singer in his arms, pulling him close. The two of them shared a slow kiss, Matt's arms snaking around Dom's wet skin, Dom moaning softly.
When they pulled apart Dom whispered into the brunet's lips "Go on, I'll be there in a bit, just need to try this new-"
Matt's face lit up, one finger on his chin thoughtfully. "Ooh, I love this shit. What is it this time? Let me guess. Face cream? Arse cream? Anti-aging cream?"
"Shut up!" Dom whined, pushing him toward the door, trying not to laugh.
"Armpit cream? Cream for your balls?" Matt giggled, as he was unceremoniously dumped outside the door. Jeez, Dom thought, he really was insufferable at times. It was, in fact, merely a scrub for his pores, thank you very much. He didn't know why Matt insisted on making fun of him, hell, he did these things for Matt's benefit as well as his own!
Dom reached for another towel and carefullly tucked his hair into it so as not to soil it. He then proceeded to apply a thick layer of the mask to his face. It was cucumber based, and the hint of mint in it gave it a pleasing, albeit mild, scent. He cringed when he saw his reflection in the mirror, because while it smelled nice it looked pretty silly: his face was dark green. Glancing at the jar, he realized he only needed to leave it on for ten minutes, thankfully.
He wandered over to his bag and retrieved his pair of nail clippers. May as well take care of his toenails while he had time to kill. Dom crept to the door and listened carefully, pleased when he could hear Matt singing to himself softly. The drummer smiled to himself. Matt was most likely sprawled out on the bed, hands behind his head while he sang. The thought made Dom smile.
The blond walked over to the toilet, putting the lid down so he could sit comfortably. Crossing his legs he leaned down and proceeded to trim his nails. He had finished with one foot and moved to the other when he heard a noise suddenly.
He looked up, still bent over, still clipping his toenails, and was horrified to be met with a grinning Bellamy, iPhone in hand.
It all happened so quickly that he simply didn't have time to react. The photo had been snapped; the damage had been done.
They held each other's gazes, Matt smiling widely, Dom's mouth stuck in an "O" shape from the shock of what had just happened.
"You knew this was coming, Dom," Matt said evenly, a satisfied smirk on his face.
The drummer nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know."
Matt fiddled with his phone whilst Dom rinsed the mask off calmly. By the time he was finished and drying his face the deed was well and truly done and posted to Twitter. Dom gritted his teeth. There was no-one to blame here but himself. He should have been more careful, really, but he had in fact let his guard down. Matt had done a masterful job of putting Dom at ease, it was truly an award-winning performance; he actually had allowed himself to think that perhaps Matt was indeed going to just let it go.
"Well, at least that's finally overwith. Now we're even. Come on," the brunet said, "come to bed now."
"Go ahead," Dom smiled softly, "I'm right behind you." Once he was alone again his eyes narrowed as he tossed the towel aside angrily. How typical of that arrogant, albeit sexy, fucker to assume that this was over simply because he proclaimed it to be, that they were simply going to play by his rules. Dom stood and took in his reflection in the full length mirror, satisfied with what he saw.
Deep, cleansing breaths, Dominic, deep, cleansing breaths...
When he climbed beneath the covers with Matt a few minutes later the singer snuggled up to him happily.
"So it posted, I guess?" Dom asked nonchalantly.
Matt frowned to himself. Why was Dom taking this so calmly? He was taking all the fun out of it!
"It did, and you're a hit, Dom," Matt giggled. "Would you like to see?"
The blond laughed good-naturedly. "May as well." He had to admit he actually liked Matt's caption for the photo: "Paradise comes at a price. Beauty does too." He found that he couldn't look directly at the picture, though, his green face was just too horrifying. Instead, he opted to scroll to the replies it had received.
If I have nightmares tonight I'll kill you, Howard.
Is this real or did I smoke some bad granola?
omg dom! always so sexy!! come to brazil!
Horrifying, yet erotic. I approve, Dominic.
I'll clip your toenails with my teeth, Dom. Call me.
grandma?!?! is that you?
Dom sighed, switching the phone off. He forced a smile onto his face as he covered Matt's body with his own. It was time to turn on the Patented Howard Charm, he decided, as he flattened his tongue along Matt's collarbone, the singer gasping at the sensation.
He had slipped. That was a mistake he wouldn't be making again. In fact, the wheels were already turning in the blond's mind. This wasn't over.
Not by a longfuckingshot.
Matt half-whispered, half-giggled into his ear, "Kiss me, sexy grandma."
Sexy grandma did just that. There would be plenty of time for her to get her, erm, his revenge.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, a hint of sexytimes, and crimes against the elderly.
Summary: A different spin on the boys' recent Twitpic war.
Feedback: Is welcome, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this never happened & no money is being made.
Author's Note: Thanks to
dolce_piccante & myz_bee for feedback and support (in all things &hearts). Special thanks to you two for putting up with the endless emails I've sent lately! Part One
Dom, for the next couple days, was a nervous wreck. He knew, he just knew, that retaliation was imminent, and would most likely be swift and vicious. For that reason, Matt's sudden silence was beginning to be truly maddening. To make it worse, the singer was being unusually super-sweet and attentive to the blond. Take yesterday morning, for example:
"Matt, let me hold you," he whispered, his hands tugging at ebony locks. The singer released him with a pop to place a kiss to Dom's inner thigh.
"No," he mumbled against the hair between Dom's legs, "wanna please you. Let me."
"O-okay," Dom replied shakily, arching his back with a filthy groan as Matt set down to finishing what he'd started.
And last night at dinner:
"Dom, please, will you stop picking up after me all the time?" Chris sighed. Really, the Patented Howard Fussiness was getting pretty irritating. "I left those magazines on the table on purpose, you know! So I would know where they were!"
"I can't help it if I like everything to be in it's place," Dom answered calmly.
"It's batshit crazy, Dominic, you do realize that, yeah?"
"Oh, come on Chris," Matt interrupted, sliding into the blond's lap, "give him a break, I think it's sweet." To prove his point he kissed Dom sweetly on the lips.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Lovely, there goes my appetite. I really wish there was such a thing as eye bleach."
It was true; Matt was treating him like a king.
It was fucking unnerving.
Dom wasn't used to feeling so jittery like this; he would much rather Matt just go ahead and get him back so things could get back to normal.
For his part, Chris was fascinated by the whole thing. The picture Dom posted was inspired, really, and the comments that their followers were leaving were absolute gold, even a few days after the fact. He was also wondering just how much longer it would be until Matt managed to one-up the drummer.
He was having a fantastic time, though, winding Dom up.
"Where'd Bells go this morning?" he asked casually at breakfast one morning. Dom's head shot up, the hangover he was nursing suddenly forgotten. He removed his sunglasses, squinting.
"What? I don't know. He wasn't in bed when I woke up." Dom glanced around the room nervously.
"He said he needed to pick something up in town," Chris said calmly, buttering his pancakes. Dom didn't need to know that Matt had merely went to a local guitar shop to look around. "Is something wrong? No offense, mate, but you look like shit."
Dom's mouth opened in horror. Chris had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when Dom picked up a spoon and tried to use it as a mirror in an all too real example of that Patented Howard Vanity. The drummer winced, for his hair had that just-fucked look Matt loved so much, despite the fact that no fucking had occurred in the last few hours. Well, none that he could remember, at least... though, come to think of it Morgan had asked him a few moments ago why he was walking funny. Weird. The sound of Chris' voice brought him back to reality.
"He's been awfully quiet lately. Almost like he's plotting something." The bassist's eyes widened dramatically. "Do you think it's got anything to do with him getting you back for that picture you posted?"
At Chris words Dom stood up quickly, looking under the table and around the room. He stood up too abruptly, though and immediately fell down, his hungover state catching up with him. Chris laughed loudly at the state Dom had seemed to get himself into, wiping his eyes as Dom climbed back into his chair with a scowl.
"Not funny, Chris. Keep it up and I'll Tweet an embarrassing picture of you."
Chris looked at Dom, putting his fork down and crossing his arms. He said nothing, instead merely raising one eyebrow at his nervous friend.
"Ah," the blond stammered, "I mean, I would never do that. Nope, not me."
"And why is that, Dominic?"
"Umm, because it would be wrong, so very wrong," he nodded solemnly.
"What else?"
Dom sighed. "You'd kick me in the nuts?"
Chris nodded, satisfied. "Remember that." He picked up his fork just as his mobile rang. Dom had to assume by the big smile on his friend's face that it was Kelly on the other end. The blond waved as he stumbled away, opting to give Chris some privacy. It was just as good, really. Dom needed to think.
Nah, he decided with a groan, I need to lie down.
The next evening Dom was in the bathroom, having just hopped out of the shower, a towel slung around his waist, when he felt Matt embrace him from behind. The singer nuzzled his damp neck.
"Fuck, you smell good," he whispered, meeting Dom's gaze in the fogged-up mirror. Grey eyes smiled at blue ones.
"You're just saying that because you want to get in my pants, well," he looked down, "my towel."
A pout of truly epic proportions made its way on to Matt's lips. "Fucking towel, spoiling my fun." Dom chuckled, turning to take the singer in his arms, pulling him close. The two of them shared a slow kiss, Matt's arms snaking around Dom's wet skin, Dom moaning softly.
When they pulled apart Dom whispered into the brunet's lips "Go on, I'll be there in a bit, just need to try this new-"
Matt's face lit up, one finger on his chin thoughtfully. "Ooh, I love this shit. What is it this time? Let me guess. Face cream? Arse cream? Anti-aging cream?"
"Shut up!" Dom whined, pushing him toward the door, trying not to laugh.
"Armpit cream? Cream for your balls?" Matt giggled, as he was unceremoniously dumped outside the door. Jeez, Dom thought, he really was insufferable at times. It was, in fact, merely a scrub for his pores, thank you very much. He didn't know why Matt insisted on making fun of him, hell, he did these things for Matt's benefit as well as his own!
Dom reached for another towel and carefullly tucked his hair into it so as not to soil it. He then proceeded to apply a thick layer of the mask to his face. It was cucumber based, and the hint of mint in it gave it a pleasing, albeit mild, scent. He cringed when he saw his reflection in the mirror, because while it smelled nice it looked pretty silly: his face was dark green. Glancing at the jar, he realized he only needed to leave it on for ten minutes, thankfully.
He wandered over to his bag and retrieved his pair of nail clippers. May as well take care of his toenails while he had time to kill. Dom crept to the door and listened carefully, pleased when he could hear Matt singing to himself softly. The drummer smiled to himself. Matt was most likely sprawled out on the bed, hands behind his head while he sang. The thought made Dom smile.
The blond walked over to the toilet, putting the lid down so he could sit comfortably. Crossing his legs he leaned down and proceeded to trim his nails. He had finished with one foot and moved to the other when he heard a noise suddenly.
He looked up, still bent over, still clipping his toenails, and was horrified to be met with a grinning Bellamy, iPhone in hand.
It all happened so quickly that he simply didn't have time to react. The photo had been snapped; the damage had been done.
They held each other's gazes, Matt smiling widely, Dom's mouth stuck in an "O" shape from the shock of what had just happened.
"You knew this was coming, Dom," Matt said evenly, a satisfied smirk on his face.
The drummer nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know."
Matt fiddled with his phone whilst Dom rinsed the mask off calmly. By the time he was finished and drying his face the deed was well and truly done and posted to Twitter. Dom gritted his teeth. There was no-one to blame here but himself. He should have been more careful, really, but he had in fact let his guard down. Matt had done a masterful job of putting Dom at ease, it was truly an award-winning performance; he actually had allowed himself to think that perhaps Matt was indeed going to just let it go.
"Well, at least that's finally overwith. Now we're even. Come on," the brunet said, "come to bed now."
"Go ahead," Dom smiled softly, "I'm right behind you." Once he was alone again his eyes narrowed as he tossed the towel aside angrily. How typical of that arrogant, albeit sexy, fucker to assume that this was over simply because he proclaimed it to be, that they were simply going to play by his rules. Dom stood and took in his reflection in the full length mirror, satisfied with what he saw.
Deep, cleansing breaths, Dominic, deep, cleansing breaths...
When he climbed beneath the covers with Matt a few minutes later the singer snuggled up to him happily.
"So it posted, I guess?" Dom asked nonchalantly.
Matt frowned to himself. Why was Dom taking this so calmly? He was taking all the fun out of it!
"It did, and you're a hit, Dom," Matt giggled. "Would you like to see?"
The blond laughed good-naturedly. "May as well." He had to admit he actually liked Matt's caption for the photo: "Paradise comes at a price. Beauty does too." He found that he couldn't look directly at the picture, though, his green face was just too horrifying. Instead, he opted to scroll to the replies it had received.
If I have nightmares tonight I'll kill you, Howard.
Is this real or did I smoke some bad granola?
omg dom! always so sexy!! come to brazil!
Horrifying, yet erotic. I approve, Dominic.
I'll clip your toenails with my teeth, Dom. Call me.
grandma?!?! is that you?
Dom sighed, switching the phone off. He forced a smile onto his face as he covered Matt's body with his own. It was time to turn on the Patented Howard Charm, he decided, as he flattened his tongue along Matt's collarbone, the singer gasping at the sensation.
He had slipped. That was a mistake he wouldn't be making again. In fact, the wheels were already turning in the blond's mind. This wasn't over.
Not by a longfuckingshot.
Matt half-whispered, half-giggled into his ear, "Kiss me, sexy grandma."
Sexy grandma did just that. There would be plenty of time for her to get her, erm, his revenge.
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