million_star | The Pleasure Principle (Nine/?)

Title: The Pleasure Principle (Nine/?)
Author:

millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Feedback: Makes me happier than Dominic in a shop full of sparkly belts.
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

Big thanks to the TPP team:

dolce_piccante,

frolicandfall and

myz_bee for their beta skills, feedback and general badass-ness. ;-)

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

It's been a week now since Mort and Lou returned home. Despite promises to the contrary, nothing has been mentioned in the way of Dominic, orchids, or stolen files. I've returned home to the flat Tom and I share and am settling back into a life without a swanky pool, full home theater, and a small, leg-humping-dog.

I'm glad to be back here, to be honest. I missed Tom's company. So there the hell is he?

Just then I see the note taped messily to the last banana in the basket on the counter:

Going out. Don't wait up. Oh, and welcome home!

Out where?

Shit. I was gonna cook for us tonight... believe it or not, I make a mean spinach ravioli. If it's just gonna be me tonight there's no point, though. Grumpy now, I reach for the phone.

Chinese take out will do just as well.

My mood doesn't improve much when I wake up the next morning to the sound of a driving rain against our building. It's still dark outside, but the flashes of lightning are enough to wake me up. I've always been a big scaredy cat when it comes to thunderstorms. I pull the duvet over my head and burrow deeper into bed. Random thoughts run through my mind:

I'm hungry.

I'd like to get a cat.

I wonder if Dominic sleeps on his back or his side?

Dominic. Now there's a lovely thought to focus on. I've tried a couple times the past week to ask Mort about the problem he seems to have with Dominic and am still no closer to finding anything out. I'm really beginning to wonder if at this point it's not a better idea to go straight to the source. I wonder if Dominic would be honest with me if I did.

A couple hours later I park the car and sprint for the side door to the studio. Well, I start to, until I hear a familiar voice call out to me.

"Oi! Bellamy!" David comes running up to me and graciously offers me a spot under his umbrella.

"Thanks." I put one hand up to my hair - it's dripping wet, from only being in the rain for a few seconds.

"Here's a radical thought, Matthew: you could maybe buy an umbrella of your own so as to avoid something like this happening again?" he jokes.

"Are you mad? I have an image to maintain, David. I'm a rebel. A man of mystery, if you will. I laugh in the face of such sensiblity," I reply, aghast.

David cackles out loud at my little proclamation. "Duly noted. What are you working on today? The Cockshank Redemption or Parahomo Activity?"

"Neither," I shoot back as I hold the door open for David. "I'm here for The Sperminator." At that we both lose it, breaking down in silly giggles.

"Lovely. It's pouring rain, and now I get to listen to you two giggling like idiots. What a morning."

Carson is glaring at us from inside the door, drenched from head to toe.

"Whoa!" David gasps. "Dial down the bitchiness, mate. What's your deal?"

"And here I always thought my idiotic laughter made the world go 'round," I pout. David snorts.

Carson sighs. "Sorry. Had a bad night, that's all."

David and I both stare at him, the worry evident on our faces.

"It's okay, daddy. Daddies, I mean. Let's go."

When we entered the dressing room we were in for quite a shock.

Dominic is there, shrugging himself into a tight pair of yellow skinnies. The sight causes David to stop in his tracks, and since I'm staring at Dominic's tight, yellow arse, I crash into David from behind, Carson crashing into me.

Grace, thy name is Matthew.

Now, I know you might be thinking that this doesn't really sound like a big deal. You have to realize, however, that Dominic has never dressed with the rest of us, instead opting to use a private room. He looks up as we walk inside and then glances back down at his too-tight pants.

For a few seconds nobody speaks. David is clearly not impressed by Dominic's efforts to bond with us. He simply rolls his eyes, makes his way to the mirror and sits down. Carson, however, smiles.

"Hey Dominic," he says casually.

It was just a simple greeting, but I could fucking hug Carson for acknowledging him.

Dominic jumps, turning around and staring at Carson with a confused look on his face.

"H-hi," he stammers quietly, Carson smiling at him again.

"How's things?"

Dominic swallows, one hand scratching the back of his neck. "T-things are fine. Thanks," he whispers. Carson passes him on his way to the loo and slaps him on the back playfully.

"Morning, you," I say, sitting down next to him.

He looks at me shyly-

-yes...shyly... and he's so gorgeous that I can't help but smile at him again.

"Morning, Matthew," he replies, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. Now it's my turn to suddenly feel shy.

"Are you well?" he continues. "I mean, since," he glances at David, who is clearly immersed in the application of his false eyelashes. "Since..."

I think he means to say 'Since Mort came home'. I appreciate the fact that he seems to be genuinely concerned. But at the same time there's a nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me to be careful of him.

The voice is that of the one and only DCI Gene Hunt. Don't ask me why that is.

"I'm fine," I reassure him. I'm trying not to look at Carson, who has just exited the loo and is making kissing faces at me behind Dominic's back. "Zero worries."

The relief Dominic's face is evident. He sits down next to me and takes a long drink of his orange juice, grimacing once he's swallowed.

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head. "Nothing, just tastes a little off." A tech sticks his head in the door and we all look at him expectantly.

"Any of you guys seen Dominic? He's not in - oh! There you are!" The young man scratches his head with the top of his clipboard, eyebrows raised. "Why are you in here? You're up."

Dominic looks at him and in that instant I can see the alternate persona kicking in. He glares at the tech. "Fine," he says nonchalantly, downing the rest of his juice with a pronounced shudder. "Fuck's sake, is there anything decent to drink around here?"

I can hear David snort behind me. And I also think I can hear Carson smack him on the arm.

Dominic must have heard it too, because his cheeks redden and he sighs. He stands and looks at me. "See you later."

"Can I?" I blurt out as he stares at me in surprise. "I mean, I'd like to talk to you later on if you have a few free minutes?"

He leans down close to me, grabbing his bag in the process. "I'll find you," he whispers.

Then he's gone.

David walks quickly to the door, peeking out to make sure that Dominic was gone before sitting down next to me. "Excuse me? What the hell was that?"

"What?" I answer, indignant. "I was having a conversation with him."

"That much was obvious," he frowns. "But why? He's an arsehole."

"Leave it, David," Carson says carefully.

He glances at the both of us and his jaw sets firmly. "Well, if you two are going to keep secrets, don't let me spoil the fun."

"David, please, it's not a big de-" I begin.

"Catch you two later," he mutters as he leaves the room hurriedly.

I feel unusually miserable suddenly. "Is he actually angry with me?"

Carson frowns. "I'm not sure what that was all about. Try not to worry, Bells."

I have to push it to the back of my mind, though, as I'm called to set at that point. Most of the morning we deal with filming dialogue heavy scenes, leaving the hardcore stuff for after lunch. And at that point, my day gets progressively worse.

I go through the motions, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm a professional, but it's hard to pretend to be enjoying being fucked on all fours when the man doing said fucking is being too rough. He's a newer actor named Aaron, and he's hurting me a little, to be honest; he's thicker than I'm used to and though I'm moaning like a whore Hans can tell something is wrong.

"Cut. Stop. Matthew, are you okay?"

I collapse onto the bed, thankful that Hans has put a stop to this. But Aaron continues to pound into me from behind, the grip he has on my hips painfully tight.

"Hey!" I yell. "He said stop, you bastard!"

Finally, he does, gasping as he pulls out of me roughly. I bite my lip to avoid crying out in pain.

"Not had any from a real man in a while, have you? Fucking lightweight," he spits, stalking out of the room, shoving Hans in the process.

I curl into a ball and struggle to catch my breath. Things like this do happen occasionally. Luckily, more often than not the person that you're working with will make the effort to make sure you're comfortable. This was an unpleasant reminder that not everyone in this business is capable of that.

"What a cunt. Un-fucking-believable," Hans mumbles, sitting down next to me. "You okay?"

I nod, chuckling. "I will be. I just need this day to end."

Hans smiles at me. "Go ahead and get out of here for today, clearly we're going to have to rethink some things here on The Sperminator. A recast might be necessary after this."

"Thanks, Hans." I take him up on his offer, not because I'm feeling sorry for myself over what just happened, but because I am eager to catch up with Dominic. Since I don't know how long he will be filming I opt to take a nap on the couch in the dressing room.

I wake a couple hours later because there's some kind of commotion going on down the hall. I stick my head out the door and Carson walks up to me hurriedly.

"Matthew! This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

"What is?" I mumble, scratching my head.

"It's Dominic."

"What is it?"

"He's erm, very virile today," Carson giggles. I stare at him blankly, so he continues. "He's been in there rubbing ones out for like two hours now! He's like a fucking machine!"

I raise my eyebrow. "What?"

"The director keeps ending scenes and instantly setting up new ones to take advantage of Dominic's superection!"

"Superection!" I giggle. "Carson, is that even a word?"

"It is now," he winks.

The voices suddenly become more panicked and loud and amongst them I can clearly hear Dominic scream, "Do something! It hurts!"

I glance at Carson as we both run down the hall.

Current Mood: anxious

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Oh God. Now I have to try to sleep all the time imaging how Matt is going to assist dom with his epic boner. Thanks D. Poor mafoo. I beat up that jerky evil Guy for you

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