million_star | Never Leaf You Be

Title: Never Leaf You Be
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: Hmm. Light R I reckon?
Warnings: Language, Belldom Banter, copious amounts of fluff, implied smut, autumn leaf abuse.
Summary: In which Matthew surprises Dominic completely.
Feedback: Always appreciated but please, just enjoy either way!
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always the wonderful

dolce_piccante &

waltzingstar. Thank you both for the feedback and your friendship! <3

Author's Note: For

theyellow_daisy. <3

"I bet you couldn't."

"Bet I could."

"Could not."

"Piss off, Dom."

Chris sighed, putting his magazine down. He rubbed his eyes and sighed; he wished he had a pound for every chidish argument that he'd had to endure between these two. If he did, he could afford his own personal bus and wouldn't have to ever be exposed to Matthew & Dominic's silly arguments. He glared at them both. "The fuck is it this time?"

"Matthew here thinks that he can still surprise me," Dominic informed him. "I've been trying to tell him that I know him better than he knows himself."

The singer coughed, frowning as he reached for a biscuit from the open bag in front of him. They were clearly Christopher's biscuits, and Matthew knew this, yet he still figured he'd try his luck at nicking one or two. Well, he did, until the bassist narrowed his eyes at him, partly in amusement, partly in a dare. Defeated, the singer crossed his arms. "Are we really that old and predictable, then?"

"Yes," Chris answered in that tone of his that meant that it was time for the two of them to shut up.

So, that's just what they did.

About a month later Matthew and Dominic were back in London, unlocking the door of the flat they shared. Their arms were full of luggage and baggage and they were exhausted beyond words. Dominic wanted nothing more than to fall into bed with Matthew and sleep the sleep of the dead for about five days or so. Finally, Matthew opened the door and they both dropped their bags and sighed, relieved to be home again.

"C'mon," Dominic urged, pulling Matthew by the hand toward their bedroom, "wanna sleep a bit. Leave the bags for later."

Matthew squeezed his hand and nodded. "I should warn you, though... there's something in the bedroom."

"What?"

"You'll see."

"What'd you do?" the blond asked, suspiciously, as they reached the room in question. He flicked on the light and gasped at what he saw before him.

In the center of the small room, blankets had been spread out carefully to hold what could only be described as a massive pile of autumn leaves. Dominic hastened to bet that they would come up to his thigh if it he measured their height. He hadn't seen a pile of leaves this large in years. The drummer turned to Matthew and gasped.

"You did this?"

"Had some help, clearly, but yeah. Special occasion," Matthew whispered.

"Wait, what?"

Matthew flushed, looking down at the floor. "It's silly, I suppose."

"No it isn't," the blond replied. He walked to where Matthew was standing and smoothed a stray wisp of brown hair from the singer's eye. "You've went to a great deal of work to pull this off, there's nothing silly about that at all. But, what occasion is it?"

"3 October is a special day, that's all."

"It is?"

"Yeah."

Dominic wracked his brain but couldn't remember anything special about the third day of October no matter how hard he tried.

"But-" Dominic's protest died beneath Matthew's lips. The blond was certain he'd not been kissed by Matthew this sweetly in ages and he smiled into the kiss as Matthew's arms circled his shoulders. "I-I can't.... what? I can't remember...?" He felt horrible that he was missing something that Matthew considered to be so critical in their relationship that he felt the need to mark the day it took place. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but happiness in Matthew's eyes.

"Doesn't matter."

"Matters to me," the blond frowned, pulling his grinning lover close for a kiss.

"Don't worry, seriously. I just wanted to make you smile."

"But I want to know!"

"Dom," Matthew said, kissing him again, "seriously, don't think twice about it. I didn't do this for any other reason than that I wanted to surprise you. I'm not looking for a thank you or any of that shit, okay?"

"But you've never marked the day before."

"I know. But I've always remembered it," the singer breathed, nipping at the stubble on Dominic's chin, Dominic's knees buckling. "Just decided to mark it for a change."

The blond acquiesced, at least for the moment. "Okay. Well, I love it. Matt," he whispered into their kiss, "can I...?

The singer laughed as he stepped aside. "Go for it."

But Dominic had already sped across the room. Matthew watched as a massive explosion of orange, brown and amber happened right in front of him as the man he loved jumped into the oversized pile of leaves. The drummer's blond hair was peppered with bits of debris when he finally emerged to beckon Matthew closer.

"C'mere."

Matthew's heart clenched in his chest at the sight of Dominic's head peering up at him with a grin on his face. It was a sight that the singer knew he wouldn't soon forget; one that he planned to tuck away in a corner of his heart to take out on days when he and Dominic weren't able to be together.

"Yeah?" he said casually as he crossed his arms.

"Yeah. I don't think we've ever made out in a pile of leaves before, have we?"

"Are you kidding me? I think we'd both have remembered that."

"Then get your skinny arse over here."

"Skinny? I'll fucking show you skinny," Matthew muttered as he landed on top of Dominic with a grunt, the two of them cackling madly as they threw handfuls of leaves at each other.

"Shit! Your gigantic arsebone landed on my foot and broke it, you enormous cow!"

"Not so skinny, then eh?" Matthew shot back, shoving a handful of leaves down Dominic's t-shirt with another manic giggle.

"No, no, you're right. Actually you have become something of a fatarse lately."

"The fuck did you just say?" the singer gaped.

"You need me to write you a fucking letter?"

"I'd say yes, but I know how you struggle with grammar and sentence structure."

"Fuck you," Dominic spat, losing the will to not giggle.

The singer narrowed his eyes playfully, Dominic snorting as he inched back from Matthew's slowly advancing form. The blond burst out in laughter again as the brunet covered his body with his own, pressing the drummer into the leaves. He pulled back, brushing Dominic's hair away from his forehead, picking stray bits of crushed leaves from it.

"I fucking love you. So much."

"I love you more," Dominic replied softly, "even with your sudden extra weight gain."

"Whatever you say, Needledick Dominick." Matthew answered, stressing the final syllable of both words. It was the auspicious return of a nickname from their teenage years. The blond's eyes widened incredulously, despite their continued gigglefest.

"Oh my God I am going to have to fuck you in this pile of leaves to get you to shut up, aren't I?"

"Yes, because just putting that tiny thing in my mouth sure as hell isn't gonna be enough to do it."

"I hope we're still making fun of each other when we're eighty years old."

"And I hope we're still fucking like bunnies when we're eighty years old," Matthew answered, kissing the blond sweetly.

There was indeed a bit of fucking in said fall leaves; sentimentality led to that particular form of memory making. And while the two of them would most likely have classified it as "fucking", the correct termonology would have been "lovemaking", complete with whispered words of love and tender caresses. The session wasn't completely without flaw, however. The both of them learned the hard way that picking crushed leaves out of their arse cracks was not something that was in any way enjoyable.

Dominic showered first, and it was while Matthew was in the shower that he ran for his phone. He dialed frantically, practically jumping for joy in his boxers when Chris answered on the fifth ring.

"3 October, Chris. Go," he hissed, peering through the crack in the door to make certain Matthew was still in the shower.

"Are you stoned? What the fuck are you on about? I had just unpacked and was about to go to sleep, so this had better be important, Dom, or I will end you."

"Sorry, it's an emergency. Now, 3rd day of October."

"What about it?"

"Does it ring any bells at all?"

"Eww, don't say "ring any bells", it sounds like something kinky you and Matt get up to."

Dominic rolled his eyes, "Seriously, though, that date doesn't mean anything to you, does it?"

" Nah. Well..."

"What?"

"Only thing that comes to mind is that Bobby Foster used to always have epic birthday parties," Chris laughed, "remember? I think that's actually where we first met Matt, wasn't it? I threw you both into a pile of leaves and got in trouble and was sent home."

Where we first met Matt.

"Thanks, Chris," he said absently, hanging up on his friend. (This was something that he would be berated for the next time he saw Christopher.) Dominic sat down on the bed, shaking his head with a grin on his face.

Matthew had done it.

He'd surprised Dominic in a way that the blond never saw coming.

It was unexpected but more than that, Dominic hadn't been aware that Matthew could be capable of being such a sentimental person. He'd never forgotten that date, even though they'd been, what, about ten years old at the time, and that was something that made the grin on Dominic's face widen to painful status. He didn't know what he loved more, the fact that Matt had done this in the first place or the fact that he was content in the knowledge that (as far as he knew) he was the only one in their relationship who knew what the date referred to. Dominic was brought out of his thoughts by a rush of steam signaling that Matthew was emerging from the bathroom. The brunet strode toward him, a black towel slung low on his hips, another towel in his hands as he dried his hair. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Dominic smiling at him.

"What? Something wrong?"

"Nothing," the drummer replied fondly, his heart full of love. "Come to bed."

And Matthew did just that.

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