300TC

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Title: 300 TC
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: Not sure... 15+, perhaps
Warnings: Fluff, silliness.
Summary: Dom does some (re)decorating.
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: A conversation took place on Twitter a few days back in which some of us were wondering, if Matt & Dom each had a secret love nest, how would they be decorated? It was decided that Matt's would have world maps on the walls and doomsday clocks everywhere... and that Dom's... well, Dom's would be decked out in leopard print. Yeah. So here we are.

Not beta'd. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone.


"Please, Dom. Don't tease me."

"But I like teasing you. It's just one of the many, many things I excel at."

"Just, please. Move."

"And if I do, I get something in return, yeah? Like we discussed?"

"What? Ahhh - I - oh, anything you want, anything, Dom."

"Anything? You sure about that?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Smartarse. Maybe I'll just leave you here in bed alone."

"No!! I mean it, anything you want, ohhh, right there, Dom."

"Alright then."

"You... you feel so good."

"I know, I know."

"Arrogant fucker."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

"I do love it. Always will."

"Look at me, Matt. Wanna see your eyes..."
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Eventually they found themselves lying in each others arms, spent. Matt stroked the damp skin on Dom's arms, smiling when Dom purred in appreciation. Suddenly he remembered Dom's request. He placed a quick kiss on Dom's shoulder before asking him quietly, "So, what exactly is it that you want?"

Dom was mildly irritated. He had just managed to get comfortable and was drifting off to sleep when he heard Matt's question. With a sigh, he lifted his head from Matt's neck and looked up at him with tired eyes. He was greeted with the sight of Matt, lying against the pillows, ebony hair sticking out in all directions, and that ever present (gorgeous) smirk on his face. Dom put one hand out to smooth Matt's hair, giggling when Matt swatted his hand away. His breath caught in his throat as he recalled Matt's urgent whisper from earlier.

"Always will."

Dom thought, "Me too, Matt." Clearing his throat, he said, "You'll see. Don't worry, you don't have to do a thing, Bells. I'll take care of it. Let's sleep, yeah?" He leaned in and kissed Matt deeply before snuggling up to him, wrapping his arms around the one he loved. "Tighter. Hold me tighter, Matt," he mumbled.

Matt, more than happy to oblige, held Dom as tightly as he could, kissing the head of blonde hair resting on his chest. He was a little worried about what Dom could possibly have planned - but instead he chose to focus on the feeling of Dom's warm body against his own.

They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
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Four days later Matt came home to find empty boxes and bags in a pile in the hallway. Furrowing his brow, he tossed his keys on the table and went in search of Dom. The piles of packaging grew with each step that he took towards the bedroom.

"Ummm. Dom?"

"Ooh, you're home!! Wait out there a second, I'm nearly ready, " Dom called out.

Matt scratched the back of his head and picked up one of the empty bags. One label in particular caught his eye.

One from luxurybedsets.com. It read Queen size - leopard print

Matt's eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. The bag fell from his hand. Just then Dom appeared in the doorway with a look of utter delight on his face.

He took Matt by the hand. "Close your eyes."

Matt swallowed nervously, but did as he was told. He allowed Dom to lead him across the threshold. Dom whispered, "Okay. Aaaaaand," he snapped his fingers, "open them... now!"

Matt did, and promptly wished that there was in fact such a thing as brain bleach, for their bedroom had undergone a makeover. Everything was in leopard print. The rugs, the lamps, the curtains... the bedclothes.

Everything.

Dom glanced at Matt, biting his nails. He asked Matt, "What do you think? It's good, yeah?"

Matt looked at Dom. To his credit, he tried to answer Dom, he really did. But nothing would come out. For once in his life, Matthew Bellamy was utterly speechless. It wasn't that Matt hated leopard print, he just wasn't used to this much of it. He walked to the bed, running his hand across the smooth sheets.

Dom spoke. "Aren't they fabulous?! They're 300 thread count, you know. I've wanted to do this for some time, and well, since you pretty much gave me your, well, permission the other night I thought I'd just go for it and surprise you."

Matt raised one eyebrow. "I see. So... this is what you wanted so badly?"

Dom nodded. He looked closely at Matt, his face falling. "You don't like it?"

Before answering Matt took a moment to consider the one he loved. The one who was always there for him... who could always make him smile... the owner of the most striking grey eyes in the universe. Matt simply couldn't imagine his life without Dom. Dom's kind heart and enthusiastic nature were positively infectious - bottom line, he made Matt want to be a better man. For his part, Matt liked to think that he was indeed a better man for having Dominic Howard in his life. More than anything, Matt wanted to see him happy, and the new decor seemed to do the trick. He turned to Dom, nodding his head slowly.

"You know what? It's not too bad, actually," he admitted.

Dom closed the distance between them, flashing him a brilliant grin. "Yeah? I was worried you might not like it. You tease me alot about those leopard print thongs I bought."

Matt's heart fluttered at the sight of that smile. He put an arm around Dom. "And the endless array of colored leopard print shirts," he reminded him.

"Those too," Dom laughed. He rested his head on Matt's shoulder.

Matt whispered, "These sheets are very Dom Howard, that's good enough for me. Tell you what. How about we take a hot shower and then we can break them in properly."

Dom nuzzled Matt's ear. "I was hoping you'd suggest that." He cupped Matt's face in his hands and kissed him sweetly. Reluctantly, Matt pulled away from him and made his way to the bathroom.

As he reached the door he heard Dom call out, "Hey, Matt - wait till you see our new towels!"