The End

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Title: The End
Author: million_star 
Pairing: Matthew/Dominic, non AU
Rating: R
Here There Be: Language, mostly.
Summary: Dom is sick... and a handful.
Author’s Note: For mcsparklez . Because I say so. xx


"This is it. The end."

Silence.

"All is lost."

Still, silence.

"My journey is nearly complete,' Dominic whispered, his voice raspy and weak, "so soon it shall be over. Tell my mom I love her. Tell the fans I love them. Tell everybody I love them."

Matthew sighed.

"It's faint, but...I can see a light." A coughing fit overtook him, followed by a series of, if Matthew were honest, rather adorable sounding sneezes. Once he could breathe again, Dominic continued, his voice cracking. "I see a light, Matt."

"Yes. Yes, you do, and I see it too. It's the bathroom light, you asked me to turn it on, remember?"

"I remember. It was another life, another time, when I asked you to do that. It was a time when I wasn't literally dying."

"It was like thirty minutes ago?"

"This virus has worsened in those thirty minutes. Oh god. I'm gonna die. I can't breathe. I can't swallow. I can't move my legs without them aching. I can't..." he trailed off, turning to glance at Matthew.

"Yes, my lamb?" Matthew prompted him, stifling a giggle. He was genuinely sorry that Dominic was so ill, but he was also finding his dramatics rather entertaining. "You can't what?"

"I'm looking at you right now and I can't... I can't even get it up!" Dominic whined, "Oh god Matt I don't wanna live if I can't get it up what's the point."

"Are you stoned on cough syrup?"

"No. Yes. No. I don't know. Gimme the bottle."

"You just have to rest, Dom."

"Where's the fucking bottle?"

"It took me a few days to recover from this, remember?"

Dominic turned on him, suddenly. "You," he hissed, coughing again, "you did this to me, you raging, colossal, flaming arsehole."

"Dom, you are not going to die! You are sick, and yes, it sucks, but you're not going to die."

"Fucking wanksock, infecting me with your germs. I always knew you'd kill me one day, Matt, but I always thought it would be from a massive head wound from a thrown guitar. Or, maybe that you'd kill me accidentally with a drone, or that you'd bore me to death talking about conspiracies. Bravo for finding a new and exciting way to put me in my grave."

"Dom-"

"You get NOTHING in my will. Nothing."

"Look, it's time for your meds, your fever is-"

"I want you to," he sneezed seven times in succession, "take those meds, walk out onto the balcony, drop your pants, put your dick in your right hand, and use your left hand to insert each pill into deep into your rectum, then toss yourself off the side of the fucking balcony into a snow drift you insufferable knob."

Matthew gritted his teeth. "Maybe you should rest your voice, it sounds like it's agony for you to talk."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you," Dominic coughed violently, "you walking infection."

"Okay. Fine. The pills are on the nightstand if you want them. I'm gonna take a walk and let you rest."

"Shitstain!" Dominic shouted as Matthew started to walk away.

Matthew froze.

Slowly, he turned to Dominic, and smiled. He knew he should just walk away, he knew this, but instead he leaned in, looked Dominic in the eyes and said, "Your hair is greasy and all over the place, your nose is swollen and red, your eyes are puffy, you drool exponentially when you're napping and when you speak you sound like a diseased frog. I might be a shitstain, but at least I look goodright now."

Dominic gasped, one hand on his chest. Matthew smiled again, flipping Dominic off as he turned and strode away, a pillow hitting him squarely in the back of the head.

Two hours later.

Dominic woke, his head pounding. He was warm all over, save for the one arm that wasn't beneath the covers; that arm was freezing. A warm cloth was pressed to his forehead gently as he burrowed deeper into the blankets he was covered in. Confusion blurred his memory - he didn't recall being under so many blankets earlier.

He opened his eyes. Matthew was there, gently mopping his brow.

"Matt-"

"Shhh. Rest. Are you warm enough?"

Dominic nodded, still groggy.

"Good. Power went out about an hour ago due to the snow, so we lost heating. I was afraid you'd get cold so I grabbed every blanket I could find," Matthew's brow furrowed, "although I might have overdone it."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I love you."

"I'm sorry I called you a knob," Dominic whispered.

"I know. You're unwell. Besides, sometimes, I am a knob, and sometimes, you love my knob."

Dominic tried to giggle but only succeeded in coughing again.

"And, I'm sorry I implied that you look anything other than absolutely gorgeous right now."

"Oh god. You were right, though."

Matthew shook his head. "Nah. You're always stunning to me. Always."

Dominic sat up, wincing at the chill in the air of their bedroom. Matthew helped him take a sip of water and some medication. He laid back down, pulling Matthew close. "I do enjoy our verbal sparring, you know."

"Me too," Matthew confessed, "it makes me kinda hot, to be honest." Dominic smiled weakly against Matthew's chest, his eyes growing heavy.

"Matt?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm totally going to die," Dominic whined.

Matthew pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.