million_star | The Pleasure Principle (Thirty-Three/Thirty-Five)

Title: The Pleasure Principle (Thirty-Three/Thirty-Five)
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language, fluff.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Beta / Support: As always, the flawless

dolce_piccante, who allows me to bother her at work. I can't thank her enough.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine.
Author's Note: Getting closer to the end! If you decide to read, thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six | Twenty-Seven | Twenty-Eight | TPP Xmas | Twenty-Nine | Thirty | Thirty-One | Thirty-Two

"What the actual fuck?!"

"Christ, I missed you," I laugh, unable to stop smiling.

David releases Dominic and turns to me, his mouth falling open in shock. He turns back to Dominic and points in my direction "May I touch, just for a moment?"

"Go, do, touch!" Dominic nods.

David promptly buries his hands in my hair and massages my head. "The hair. The fucking hair. You went cherry on us again? What prompted this?! You look fucking amazing, Matt."

We give him the rundown on the goings on at Silver Star, including the skinny on 28 Cocks Later.

He laughs for a solid two minutes before we are able to continue.

"What have you been doing for the last few months?"

"Traveling, just dicking around, like you do. Nothing too terribly exciting, but, well, there is one thing..." David admits.

"Don't leave us hanging," I admonish, punching him in the shoulder, "spill!"

"Well, I met someone."

Dominic and I both grin and Carson squeals, doing his best impression of a seal clapping.

"I know, I know. As cliched as it sounds, I got swept off my extremely gay feet one night and lost that big organ in the center of my chest-"

"You said 'big organ'," I interrupt.

Three unimpressed pairs of eyes are fixed on me but nobody replies. I shrug my shoulders. "Well, you did."

David pauses, one eyebrow raised, and turns to Dominic with a wry shake of the head. "He still thinks he's a comedian, I see?"

"They key word there is 'thinks'," Dominic asserts, patting me on the knee much like a grandmother would, "but, this guy, come on, we want details."

"He's beautiful. He's also a policeman. I was mugged one night heading back to my hotel and he found me on the street in an utter panic and helped to calm me down-"

"What?! Did you get hurt??" I demand.

"-no, not really. They found my wallet in the end. It was just a young homeless kid, he was hungry. I didn't even press charges; fuck, I felt so bad for him that I gave him the cash I'd had on me. Anyway. The next morning, when I came out of the hotel Cameron was waiting for me, told me he didn't want to ask me out while on the job, but that he hoped I'd let him buy me breakfast. The rest is sparkly, gay history."

A singularly dreamy smile manifests on Dominic's face. "Aww. That's just so sweet!"

"How's his dick?"

We all turn to Carson and glare, but our friend is nonplussed and merely shakes his head as he continues to poke through the box of chocolates. "Don't look at me like that; Matt started it with 'big organ'. I'm not on trial here, and I think we're all wondering the answer to that particular question."

"Carson, some things are sacred."

David's reply is lighthearted, and Carson does laugh, but he also, after a beat, looks David in the eye and reaches for his hand. "I missed you so much, numb nuts. We all did. Don't do that again, yeah?"

"I won't. I shouldn't have left, especially not the way I did, but at the time, well, I just felt like it was best to remove myself for a bit, if that makes any sense at all?" David's forehead wrinkles in confusion, as though he can't quite believe the situation himself. "But, there's no way I could stay away forever. I love you all too much. Mort and Lou gave me a home at Silver Star when I had nothing; it's the closest thing to a family that I have." He looks at me and smiles, a smile of happiness, devoid of any hesitation at all. "What a difference a few months can make, though, yeah? Look at us all now! Attached... happy..."

"...well-hung," Carson adds, ducking as Dominic throws a balled-up candy wrapper at his head. His eyes widen as he advances on Dominic. "Ohh? Does the Princess want to play, then?"

"No, darling. The Queen does," Dominic affirms with a giggle, nailing Carson squarely in the dick with another wrapper.

With a war cry that can only be described as effeminate, he runs after Dominic, the two of them yelping and throwing candy wrappers as they dash out of the room and down the hall.

"So, not at all the jerk I had initially pegged him as. He's good to you, yes?" David whispers, arm around my waist. He's looking at me, green eyes sincere and as kind as I remember them.

"He is. So much has come to light in the months you've been gone. You have no idea."

"Oh?"

"Long story, will fill you in sometime. But, I... I love him so much that I can't tell where I end and he begins."

David grins, eyes now crinkling with happiness. "Good. You deserve nothing less."

"I thought I'd driven you away for good."

"What?"

"I really did."

"Drive me away? Matthew, this isn't on you."

"I just-"

"I think we both know I was, at heart, throwing a bit of a fit in a lot of ways. I feel like I owe you an apology."

"Are you stoned? No, you don't owe me an apology."

David snorts. "I was interested in you, make no mistake, and I wanted you, but I think I was more distrustful of Dominic's intentions. I'm not proud of it, by any means, but the heart is a funny thing, you know? It can make you act without thinking, more often than not. I'm just thankful that I didn't destroy our friendship. When I left I thought that I was head over balls in love with you, Matt. But then I met Cameron and what I feel for him, already, well, it doesn't hold a candle to what I thought I felt for you. Am I making any sense here?"

I do understand what he means. Desire and infatuation can be a constant force inside of us, but they can also be passing emotions, not always linked to something that can, in fact be a long-lasting situation. Either way, I'm glad he found the real thing, no matter what he had to do to get there. If any of us deserves a sudden, fairy-tale ending to a lonely few years, it's David.

"When I talk about you and Carson to Cameron, I call you my brothers, you know," he continues softly.

"Carson will probably be offended you don't refer to him as a sister."

"I should pop into the office before it gets much later. I'm here to speak with Mort. He always told me that I would have a job waiting for me when and if I chose to come back. It's time to get back in the game."

"How does Cameron feel about what you do for a living?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"He actually recognized me from The Bulge of Dorian Gray, if you can believe it," David laughs. "Let me tell you, that was a little mortifying at first! He's got zero issues with it; he's always telling me it's my life and my decision, and that as long as he can have me all to himself in our private lives, that's all he needs."

"I can't wait to meet him."

Feminine screams from masculine mouths can be heard down the hall, followed by the sound of a crowd laughing. Soon Carson and Dominic re-enter the room and collapse onto the couch.

"Fucker shoved a ton of candy wrappers down my pants!" Dominic exclaims, out of breath, one hand still down the front of his skinnies.

"Wasn't easy, either. Christ, do you paint those things on? Besides, all is fair in retribution, my friend," Carson groans, panting. "You started it."

David pulls Carson up by the arm. "Come on, sunshine. Tell me all about what you've been up to in my absence. Escort me upstars to Mort's office?"

"T'would be an honor, m'lady," Carson replies, locking his arm through David's. "Do you want the clean version or the filthy one?"

"You do realize who you're talking to, yeah? The filthier, the better. Matt, Dominic," David waves in our direction, "see you around, and perhaps we can all go out for dinner soon."

"Absolutely," Dominic replies with a smile. I wink and wave to David as they leave the room. Dominic is still splayed out on the couch, exhausted from his antics with Carson."

"Shove over, lazy balls," I comment, sitting down next to him. He smiles and pulls me onto his lap and it doesn't take long until his lips are pressed against the side of my neck. I sigh and close my eyes.

"David seems really happy, doesn't he," Dominic comments.

"He does. It's wonderful."

"So's your arse."

I snort, pinching his inner thigh. "He and I were talking a bit ago and it hit me that I'm so happy that he's found someone he loves this much. I know it's still new but fuck, he seems so happy."

"Sometimes it can be brand new and you just know. I knew, with you, I mean, I knew instantly."

"Yeah?"

"I knew the night that I saw you in that French Maid costume that I wanted you more than anything. Not just as a lover, but as a partner. It wasn't just about your body, it was also about the wonderful man you are. It was the simplest thing ever," Dominic breathes, "there were zero doubts."

I pull back, looking into his eyes as his words wash over me and take up permanent residence in that big organ in the center of my chest.

"You know what else?" he asks, cupping my cheek with one hand. He leans up, his lips a heartbeat from my own.

I shake my head, my entire body trembling.

"You're the only one for me," he whispers against my mouth before capturing it in a kiss. "The only one I'll ever want." He wraps his arms around me tightly, in an act of possession that I am only too happy to allow. My fingers card through his hair as we continue to kiss softly, Dominic's legs tangling with my own on the couch. Eventually the need for air becomes an issue so we part, Dominic continuing to press kisses against my jawline, his hands caressing my lower back. When his lips finally reach my ear he pleads:

"Grow old with me, Matthew. My beautiful boy."

I'm not certain what Dominic expects in this moment, but all I can do is press my cheek to his own and take a series of deep breaths so I can collect myself. I don't want to shed a tear, even though they're right there, ready to flow at his words.

He has no idea what he's just done to me. He's answered every question I've ever had. He's completed every unfinished thought I've ever had. He's given me the one thing I've wanted more than any other in this life. All I can do is lean back, meet his gaze and smile as one pesky tear does end up sliding down my cheek.

"Oh my god. Of course I will," I whisper, voice shaking.

Dominic grins and pulls me close, and I am content in the knowledge that I can look forward to a lifetime of him doing that.

But, like with so many things in life, the reverie is shattered unexpectedly in the form of Dominic's phone beeping. At first he insists on leaving it, happy to continue kissing me until we both grow breathless from the effort of it. After four more beeps I insist that he check it. He then proceeds to tell me that he'd rather check my balls, but reluctantly reaches for the phone in question. He checks his messages and his mouth falls open in shock.

"What's wrong?"

"Message from Chris. Apparently, Evan Barrows is in custody."

"What?" I look up, my wide eyes meeting Dominic's, which are just as wide.

"There's more. He's asking to see me."