million_star | Faux Punk Fatigues (2/2)

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Title: Faux Punk Fatigues (2/2)

Author:

millionstar

Pairing: Matthew/Dominic, AU

Rating: This chapter, NC-17

Here there be: Prostitution, language, smut, verbal degradation.

Summary: Dominic is looking for a particular something, and he finds it on display at the corner of Seventh & Adams.

Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made & this is fiction.

Beta/Support: As always,

dolce_piccante, who I simply can't thank enough.

Author's Note: The way Matthew looks in the Panic Station video just screams streetwalker,so here we are. Title respectfully borrowed from a line in Metric's "Combat Baby". If you decide to read, thank you, and I hope you enjoy. :)

Part 1

As soon as the door to the hotel room closed, Dominic reached for Matthew, pulling him close. His eyes scanned Matthew's face again, once he'd removed those infernal glasses, that is. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on Dominic's body, from head to toe, and he shivered as he leaned in, intent on capturing Matthew's lips with his own.

Matthew turned away, blinking rapidly, but he didn't let go of Dominic, either.

"I know you said you don't kiss your customers. I won't push you, I'm sorry."

Matthew turned back to him and, before Dominic could process it was even happening, pushed him against the wall violently, their mouths crashing together. It was messy and it was rough.

It was also divine.

The kiss went on for a couple of minutes, Dominic sighing and moaning into it delightedly. It had been so long since he'd had any physical contact with another man, and to be in the arms of someone so completely mysterious and gorgeous was making him lightheaded in the best way.

Matthew pulled away, backing towards the bed slowly. He met Dominic's eyes as he slowly unzipped the ridiculously fluffy red jacket. When nothing but skin was revealed as he did, Dominic's dick twitched in his pants. He groaned; Matthew was slim and pristine, and Dominic couldn't take his eyes away from his nipples.

"Christ. Look at you."

"Me?" Matthew asked in a singularly soft and seductive tone, toeing out of his platform shoes much more gracefully that Dominic would have thought possible. His eyes drifted down to Matthew's tights, wondering precisely what they were holding back. Heart pounding, Dominic unbuttoned his shirt, stopping only to give his aching dick a couple of delicious squeezes through his jeans.

Matthew turned around, leaning his upper body on the bed as he slowly pushed them down his legs, his arse on display as he kicked them aside. One hand caressed one of his cheeks, the prostitute spreading his legs a bit wider while maintaining the position.

That's when Dominic saw the plug and very nearly shot his load.

Dominic's jeans fell to the floor in record time; he mentally congratulated himself on his earlier decision to not wear any boxers.

Matthew looked at Dominic over his shoulder, hand still smoothing his arse cheeks, teasing the area in between them. Slowly, he pulled the plug loose, tossing it aside. "You want this?"

Much to his shame, Dominic actually whimpered.

Thin lips quirked into a barely-there smirk as Matthew's eyes latched onto Dominic's dick, now standing at full length. He looked as though he approved of what he saw, turning to sit on the bed facing Dominic now. Heart pounding in his chest, Dominic walked closer, neither of them speaking. Matthew licked his palm and wrapped his fingers around Dominic's arousal, Dominic humming when Matthew gave it a couple of slow tugs. He put one hand on Matthew's bare shoulder to steady himself, his fingers digging angry red welts into the ivory skin there.

Dominic couldn't look away. His eyes were glued to the sight of fingers that were not his own around his dick - this was something that had always been a kink for him, the sight of another man wanking him. Matthew increased the pace of his strokes, Dominic biting his lip. The room was silent, save for the filthy sound of Matthew jerking him. With his free hand, Dominic reached down, cupping and squeezing his balls a bit, rolling them and getting off a little on how fucking heavy they felt in his palm.

Suddenly Matthew released him and fell to his knees, in one practiced, fluid motion. He lapped at Dominic's dickhead for a beat before using his mouth on it in earnest.

Dominic threw his head back and gasped as one of his hands latched onto Matthew's hair.

Matthew continued his slow torture, sucking Dominic almost leisurely, as though he had nothing else better to do for the rest of his natural life. It occurred to Dominic that he'd never been sucked so expertly and it made him curious as to just how good Matthew's mouth could be when assigned other tasks.

Dominic closed his eyes, already feeling like he was sweating buckets and he'd only been blown for a couple of minutes. He'd never felt more alive in his life.

"Little cockslut," he grunted, "just like that, yeah."

Matthew stopped sucking for a beat, then resumed with gusto, using his hand on the base of Dominic's dick. He licked Dominic's slit, sucking the head so hard, again, that Dominic nearly saw stars.

Dominic was ready for more, though. He pushed Matthew away, Matthew lifting his mouth off. Matthew turned and got on his hands and knees.

"Do that again," he panted.

"What?"

Matthew turned around, making eye contact with Dominic.

"Call me a slut." His eyes were dark, glittering, the kohl lining them giving Matthew the appearance of something otherworldly. Out of the corner of his own eye, Dominic noticed the prostitute's right shoulder rising and falling slowly in a clipped rhythm.

The very thought that Matthew could get so turned on by being called a whore that he was wanking made Dominic even harder than he already was. He really hadn't given much thought to Matthew getting something out of this encounter - he'd chosen him because he was attractive, because Dominic, quite simply, wanted him to satiate his own needs. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a simple fuck, and financial transaction, had becoming anything but.

Even so, Dominic realized that he did want Matthew to get something out of this. He wanted Matthew to be so turned on that he had no choice but to drown in it. He swallowed, opting to continue the game. "Why should I care about what you want?"

"Because I can be the best fuck you've ever had in your sad little life," Matthew panted, smirk firmly in place.

Dominic wondered for a moment if he should be outraged at Matthew's cheek, but only for a moment, because it was turning him on exponentially. Matthew got on his hands and knees, Dominic groaning at the sight that was being presented to him. One of Dominic's hands flew to his arousal, jerking slowly and sweetly, to keep himself on edge.

Matthew opened the condom, tossing it back to Dominic. They made eye contact again, neither of them moving, but both breathing hard. When he finally reached for the condom, their gaze never broke. He slid it over his dick; with a finger he circled Matthew's rim, Matthew pushing back greedily.

"Talk to me like that again. Degrade me," Matthew panted. "It's okay."

Dominic was more than taken aback at the request to indulge in verbal degradation and it must have shown on his face for Matthew added in a softer voice, "I'm asking you to. It's just words."

"How many cocks have you had already this week?"

Dominic wasn't expecting an answer, so he was stunned when Matthew turned around and met his eyes with a decadent grin on his lips.

"Five,' he whispered, with a definite air of gleeful pride.

With one last squeeze to his sheathed dickhead, Dominic lined himself up and pushed forward.

"Cunting fuck," he cried out, delirious, as he slid home easily. Matthew was tight as a dream, hot and moist and perfect. Dominic found himself wishing momentarily that there were no condom between the two of them; he was craving the heat of what Matthew was giving him without the resistance of a condom. These thoughts soon dissipated as he began to rock his hips slowly.

Matthew arched his back, his right arm jerking as he moaned.

"You gonna take it?' Dominic hissed, pulling Matthew up and back onto his dick. "Fucking whore."

Matthew moaned loudly, the hand not tugging on his dick bunching in the sheets. He hummed his pleasure as Dominic fucked him without mercy. Here, on all fours, moaning and panting like a whore, Matthew seemed to come alive, more of an active participant in what was happening. He was certainly vocal, which Dominic loved.

"You're a hot fuck," Dominic panted, bending his knees and pulling Matthew up and into his lap, "too bad you give it away for money."

In this seated position, Matthew allowed his head to fall back onto Dominic's shoulder, and Dominic was able to watch as Matthew continued to wank himself. He had a gorgeous, cut, dick, just long enough to make a man beg, and plenty thick enough to make a man scream.

"You feel that?" Dominic sneered, bucking up into Matthew for what seemed like hours, the brunet riding him hard. Matthew's body held Dominic in a tight and wickedly hot vice, Dominic lifting the prostitute's hips rapidly, grunting and moaning his pleasure all the while.

It wasn't lip service, Matthew was a hot fuck.

Abruptly, Dominic batted Matthew's hand away from his arousal. "No. You wanted this dick, so you fucking take it. Don't come until I fucking give you permission to." Dominic pushed them forward without warning, pulling out, one hand at the base of his dick, gripping tightly. On his back now, Matthew needed no direction and spread his legs eagerly, lifting his balls as Dominic entered him again. He pounded into Matthew, his hips pistoning madly, both of them moaning and grunting and panting incessantly through what could only be described as a marathon fuck.

Eyes wide and wild, Matthew's mouth was stuck in an "o" position as his head slammed into the headboard.

"You're a comeslut. A worthless spunk depository."

Dominic reckoned Matthew was gorgeous like this, spread out beneath him so wantonly. Dominic could think of so many things he wanted to say to him right now-

(you were born to be used like this)

(I want to pull out and come all over your face)

-but the ability to speak was leaving him the closer he came to orgasm.

"Now. Blow your pathetic load, bitch," Dominic gasped as he came.

Amazingly, Matthew obeyed, coming untouched, because both of his hands were firmly squeezing Dominic's arse, holding it in place, giving it the occasional slap. Spunk shot between them, dousing Matthew's chest and neck as the prostitute cried out. Dominic collapsed atop him with a groan, blacking out for a few seconds.

It took them at least half an hour or so to recover, both of them sharing the bed but not speaking. They were simply attempting to collect their breath and gain enough strength back in their limbs to go their separate ways. Eventually Matthew sat up and rummaged through his coat for his cigarettes

"I've never had anyone like you before."

"Is that a compliment?"

Matthew didn't answer, content to simply shrug and take another drag from his cigarette.

"It's just a comment."

Dominic made his way to the bathroom, grabbing his clothes along the way. He opened his wallet and collected some cash, putting it on the pillow next to Matthew.

When he reappeared, Matthew, along with every trace of Matthew, was gone.

Dominic's money was on the bed.

The next morning Dominic walked into a high-rise building downtown with butterflies in his stomach. Mercifully, he'd slept like a log after the activities he'd indulged in last night. A small smile played at his lips at the memory of one of the best orgasms in his young life - until his name was called and he stood, straightening his tie as he went to face his new boss for the first time.

"Have a seat. I'll be with you in a mom-"

"You have got to be kidding me," Dominic whispered, stomach suddenly churning with full-blown nerves as he looked into Matthew's eyes. He was wearing an expensive black suit, black tie, and crisp white shirt. His hair was not as spiked as it had been last night, and the kohl that had lined his eyes then was not present today. Even so, he was a devastatingly handsome creature in the light of day.

Matthew's eyes were wide, but he merely smiled, leaning back in his chair, and loosening his tie. "Well, good morning, Bright Eyes." It seemed as though he was enjoying the situation thoroughly.

Dominic blinked, well aware that his lower jaw was currently scraping the floor.

"Well, this is a surprise."

"What... what the-" Dominic gaped.

"So, Mr. Howard!" Matthew asked cheerfully, his hands clasped primly in front of him on his desk. "I understand you are the newest addition to our family here at The Times. Before I introduce you to our editor, Mr. Wolstenholme-"

"You work on the staff of a major metropolitan newspaper! Why the fuck are you selling yourself?"

"I don't sell myself."

"Like fuck you don't," Dominic scoffed.

"I don't," Matthew said calmly. "Did any money change hands last night?"

Dominic blinked, remembering the wad of cash that Matthew had left behind the night before. He shook his head, growing more and more confused as the seconds passed. "Why, though? What possible reason could you have for streetwalking?!" His eyes fell onto the Matthew Bellamy nameplate on his desk, stunned that Matthew had actually used his real name last night. Was he fucking stupid?

Matthew studied on Dominic's question, his eyes serious as he seemed to consider it. He stood, walking to the door to his office, which he locked before turning back to Dominic. Matthew's hands kneaded Dominic's shoulders, Dominic's eyes falling closed despite his best efforts to keep them open. Memories of the way those hands had played between his legs last night caused his heart to begin to pound.

He knelt down, his breath tickling Dominic's ear as he whispered his reply.

"Because it's a thrill like no other. Because I get off on it. Because the thought of another man using me makes me extremely hard," he licked the shell of Dominic's ear, Dominic groaning as his groin started to swell, "Maybe it's just because I just love to fuck." Matthew reached between Dominic's legs, rubbing his arousal through his trousers. "Does that answer your question, Mr. Howard?"

Dominic nodded, his mouth going dry. Try as he might to will his dick not to enjoy Matthew's touch, it refused to obey him.

"Excellent!" Matthew replied again in that cheerful manner, strolling back to his desk and leaving Dominic hard and frustrated and, quite frankly, really, really confused. "Now, we just need to get your signature on a few documents and you'll be good to go."

A few minutes later said documents had been signed, every "i" dotted and every "t" crossed, and Matthew escorted Dominic to the door of his office.

"Before I take you to our editor, I want to make certain that you understand that if you need anything at all, you can come to me, yes?"

You said come, Dominic smirked to himself. He collected himself and nodded.

"And if there's anything else I can do for you, after hours, well... you know where to find me," Matthew smiled.

"Seventh and Adams, every third night," Dominic whispered, fascinated with the man standing in front of him.

"Don't be late."