A day like any other

Sequel of 'A natural Disaster' (The 'How ' series goes on : ) )

Pairing: Matt&Dom (surprise, surprise)

Rating: PG15 , almost NC17 sometimes...

Setting: Feb 2008

Discliamer: as usal, Matt&Dom, Chris, Tom, Muse and all the people around them don't belong to me, I just have fun wrting about them and no one pays me for that

No betaed and not re-read (I'm terrible) sowwy for howwible mistakes...

The title of the chapter is taken from the lyrics of 'Burger Queen' by Placebo

If you don't like fluffy, sappy, sugary stories where Dom and Matt love each other and stay together no matter what, well.. you have chosen the wrong story/series/author XD

Summary: Valentine's day is such a special occasion to celebrate with your beloved partner. Uhmm... are we sure that everyone really thinks so?

Chapter I: Things ain't what they seem

Dominic stretches, emitting a long, soft moan.
He extends the arm along the other side of the bed, finding nothing but the blank and now cold surface of the mattress.
This is enough to make him open his eyes.

The clock on the wall indicates past ten in the morning, but Matthew has been already up for a while.
Dominic knows that he is being creative and has already started to work for the new album, it doesn't matter that in all likelihood it will be released towards the end of the next year.

Matthew loves playing in advance.

Knowing very well where he can find him, Dominic leaves the room and goes downstairs, barefoot, not to make any noise.
He walks along the long corridor, where at the end there is a door that separates the rest of the house from the rehearsal room, soundproof.

With the same silent prudence, the blond lowers the handle and slowly pushes the door, which opens without drawing attention.
Pleased by the fact that he did not commit any error in calculation, Dom can act undisturbed.

He rests comfortably, with his back against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, and watches his Matthew, sitting in front of his elegant black piano, all engrossed in composing.
Any person attending a concert of Muse has a chance to see Matthew perform at the piano, when he's performing their greatest hits or the latest songs.
But it's another thing to see him compose, it's a show that only a few, almost none, exclusivity is granted to.

Depending on what he creates, Matt goes from smug expressions to twisted ones, from puzzled to convinced, from bored to amazed by himself when he goes beyond the expected results. It happens often.

Dom observes his elegant hands, with long and slender fingers, glide from key to key of the piano, now slow, now so fast that the movement is almost imperceptible to the human eye.

There could be a war, at that moment, right in front of him, and Matthew would not notice anything, absorbed as he is by the music.

Truth must be told. If there is one 'she' that can really can take Matthew away from Dominic, that's the music.

However, Dominic does not even try to be jealous. It is a temporary abduction, which only returns Matt happier after that, more peaceful and fulfilled.
Furthermore, most of the times Dominic is victim of that same wonderful executioner. The best thing is when she kidnaps them both at the same time.

As much as he'd like to get to the drums and give birth to a proper Jam Session with his beloved, Dom knows that that's not the right time.
Right now, Matthew must be left in his world, of which Dom can only play the role of peaceful invader.

The blonde continues not only to observe but also to listen to his voice, because Matt accompanies with his singing those notes which follow each other, searching for the right melody.
The music starts to become imposing, like his voice, the notes are getting longer, as well as the extension of the words Matt speaks and gradually the tone increases, embellished by pretty warbles.

Among the various mumbled words, which are still a work in progress, Dom, which has already approved the melody, clearly distinguishes 'Guiding Light'.

-Wait, could it be me the guiding light without which you feel lost? -
the drummer questions in his mind.

Waking up from that sort of trance, Matt opens his eyes, kept closed until that time, and scribbles on a sheet the words that seem to have convinced him the most.
He doesn't have any need to scribble notes: they are all in his head and it will remain stored safely, as if they were inside a safe indestructible strongbox, which only Matt knows the combination of.

Finally, Matthew realizes Dominic's presence.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to wake you up." he mumbles, standing up.

Dom smiles at him, shaking his head negatively.

"You did not wake me up, honey, but your absence did." the blond says, going to his lover for a good morning kiss.

"Yes, I know, I'm not very present in these days, but you know ... I'm having my creative phase." the brunet justifies, stroking his back.

"I know, but I'm not complaining. And then the results are so good. The song that you were playing now ... I love it. Will it be part of the new album, right? " the blond asks him, moving the most rebellious strand from his partner's face.

"Yep, there is still so much work to be done, but that's the master plan." Matt reveals.

"This is so strange," Dominic mutters all of a sudden, startled.

"What?" Matthew .interrogates him with his eyes.

"Aren't you bothered? I mean, you know, this area is off limits when you're composing ... and I have watched you, hidden, somehow I have violated your privacy ... " Dom recognizes , feeling guilty, so much that he cannot even face the pianist's gaze.

Matthew makes Dom face it, raising his face, making a slight pressure with the index finger under his chin.
The blond finds himself staring at tremendously blue eyes that are watching him so full of love that he calms down instantly.

"That's a rule that applies in general, but not when it comes to you, Dominic. It has never been directed at you. It 's true that I used to push you all away when you surrounded me, with Chris, Tom and anyone else, but the truth is that I never wanted to push you away. You were the only one who I wanted to stay, the only one with whom I wanted to share the inspiration of the moment, but I was so afraid to ask you that. "Matthew admits, with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Really?" Dom murmurs

His only answer, Matt leans over Dom, putting a soft kiss on his lips that wants to be innocent, but the blond does not allow to remain so for long.

When, with difficulty, after an indefinite time they separate, Matthew stares at him intently.

"Dommie, believe me, no matter whatever is the world I want to lock me up inside. You'll always have its passepartout. "he smiles.

"Oh, Matt, I'm speechless." Dom comments, looking surprised. "You have uttered a word in French correctly!" he adds, laughing.

"You moron!" Matt hisses, insulted. "I'll give you such a serious and deep speech and you .. make fun of me? "he mutters.

Dominic plays a trump card, because he knows how Matt falls at his full mercy when he speaks in that oh so romantic language.

"Au contraire, mon amour." he clarifies, making him forget every offense. "I was really impressed by your speech, I was flattered, honored. really. "he admits.

"Anyway, know that I made good progress with the French. I might even sing a song in that language, in the next album! " the brunet pleads his cause.

"Yeah, sure, why not? I'd like to see that! " the blond giggles, skeptical.

"Just wait and you'll see." Matt perjures.

"Speaking of songs, you should go back to work on what you've played before. I cannot wait for it to be complete. And I cannot wait to work on it, along with Chris. I already have in mind what to do with the drums. I am sure that it will come out beautifully. " the blond says.

"I knew you'd like that." the brunet whispers, stroking his cheek and bringing his mouth to his ear. "My guiding light." he adds, in a whisper, thus responding to the question that his partner had previously, silently, asked himself.

Dom smiles in response, kissing the tip of his nose.

Matt returns to his seat on the bench, with the intention to start playing the piano, but Dominic stops him, sitting down on the instrument, producing a series of cacophonous sounds.

"I did not mean that you should resume immediately to work on that song. " he says, putting his hand under one of the black braces Matthew is wearing. "It's not that you can take a little break before that, is it? Well, not so little ... " the drummer meows, pulling his brace further, then he lets it go, gently accompanying the movement.

Matthew pulls out a shrewd smile, looking at his mate famished.

In contrast to him, who is already dressed, Dom is still with his night outift, which consists of gray smoke boxers and a t-shirt tight matching them, which leave on display the drummer's legs and arms, toned, muscular and golden by a light tan, despite being the middle of winter.

On his face it's still present the slight mark left by the pillow, which added to the folds of the t-shirt it's an irrefutable proof of how many times the percussionist has turned over in his sleep.

The hair is matted and messy, leaving the just accentuated curls free to show up.

Matthew cannot resist to just-awake-Dominic's version.
Correction: Matthew cannot resist to any of Dominic's version.

"Yes, I would say that I can definitely allow myself a break." the pianist murmurs, dipping a hand through those soft, ruffed hair.

"Great!" the drummer exults, about to jump down from the piano, but Matt realizes it and stops him in time, holding his thighs tightly.

"Stay here." he exclaims, but has a tone so peremptory that seems more to give Dom an order.

Dominic stares at him and catches in his eyes that certain light that sends shivers down his spine every time.

"Mm .. Mattie, do you have something in mind? "he smiles in anticipation.

"Just twust me. "his partner smiles in response, getting up from the bench and leaning to him for a deep kiss.
So intense that to maintain balance, Dom lays down on the piano keys first one hand and then the other, giving birth to two distinct sounds.

To adhere better against Dom, Matt helps himself, putting pressuring on the piano, placing both his hands on it and letting that so obtained chord ring.

The blond's T-shirt begins to be too much clothing and ends up crumpled on the floor, without too much poetry.

Since it is a Calvin Klein branded one, Dominic wrinkles his nose a little annoyed, but it is too enraptured by what Matt is doing to him to dare to protest.

Dom feels his back, now denuded, come into contact with the cold piano keys, because Matthew is making the drummer gradually stretch on it, between passionate kisses.

Needless to say, that every one of their movements generates a different sound, no matter if it is pleasant or not to hear.

"What if we made the new album go out with such a thing? We might insert it at the end, like a ghost track and call it 'Piano Sex '! "Matt suggests, beginning to kiss Dom along his neck, and then leaving a flashy, big hickey on the socket of his left shoulder.

"I'm in, but only if we call it 'Matt and Dom having Piano Sex!" Dom strikes back, once he's recovered.
"You're so ambitious!" Matt chuckles.

"Instead of making those dirty proposals to me, let's think about undressing you, you're still a little overdressed for my liking." Dom whimpers.

"Do you want to help me?" Matt suggests, with a sly grin.

"With pleasure." Dom grins, pulling him by the loops of his black jeans.

He undoes the button and lowers the zipper. He puts his hand behind Matt's back, but only to locate the clamps that hold fixed his braces and Dom provide to take them off. Matthew gets rid of jeans, remaining with those shocking, hot pink boxers that they both love.

Dom slips off the braces from Matt's shoulders, rubbing his lover's face with that rough fabric, and continues the descent, making them run between the pianist's legs, back and forth.

"Oh, God!" Matt groans, since he definitely appreciates that repetitive gesture.

Dom smiles at him, throwing the braces to the floor and taking also his white shirt off.

"That's it. Now it's much better. " the drummer asserts, satisfied, wrapping his legs around Matt's pelvis and his arms around his neck and pulling him towards himself, against the piano, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

"Dom ... I must have you now." Matt moans, with a guttural tone, when they separate.

"What are you waiting for? Take me. You should have learned a thing or two about how to do that. " Dom provokes him, panting.

He has just the time to say that and Matt pulls him down abruptly from the piano and turns him, placing himself behind his mate, making him bend down, with the drummer's hands looking for a foothold on the keys.

"I'll show you the one or two things that I know." the pianist whispers in his ear, nibbling the tip and the lobe, which sends pleasant shivers down his partner's spine.

Matt simultaneously lowers his and Dom's boxers and after he prepared the percussionist properly, he begins to slide into him, with slow and careful movements that are becoming faster and more insistent, by Dominic's urging requests.

With every thrust, Dom presses and releases the keys of the piano, with a regular rhythm and once he has reached the apex of pleasure, pulling his boxers up again, he collapses on the piano, making the instrument emit a sharp, screeching sound.
Matt follows him shortly in that bliss, abandoning himself on the bench, utterly satisfied.

"This was shocking!" Dom comments, running a hand through his own hair.

"Yeah. And I think we have just found a way number fourteen. " Matt announces.

"Definitely. And I have the vague feeling that number fifteen will be on the drums. " the blond grins.

"That sounds bloody fun." the singer approves.

"But since that is my territory, I must have the whole command!" the drummer warns him.

"So it's doubly fun!" Matt smiles at his lover. "I can't wait to do a little practice, then." he adds.

Inizio modulo

"First things first. After all, this month we have another reason to celebrate properly. " Dom makes him notice

"Uh! Really? "Matt looks at him puzzled.

"Oh, do not tell me you don't get it."

"Enlighten me, please."

"Look at the calendar. Today is February 5th. Still nine days and ... " Dom tries to make him understand.

"We will be exactly at half month, right?" the brunet anticipates him.

"Dammit, Bells! You're not funny. I mean it will be Valentine's Day, the lovers 'day. Last year we didn't celebrate because ... no, wait. We had already kissed each other countless times. We'd been in bed together ... and not necessarily in bed! "he adds, mischievous, sticking his tongue out to Matt, which it's something that makes his partner smile.

"And we had also already said 'I love you' to each other, for a while. Even our girlfriends were no longer a problem, because they had already discovered the truth. So ... why the hell haven't we celebrated? " the blond frowns, jumping down from the piano and wandering back and forth, like a detective who cannot get to the bottom of a mystery.

It's Matthew who solves said mystery, remaining comfortably seated on the bench.

"We have not celebrated for the simple reason that we won't even celebrate this year, either." he says.

Dominic looks at him terrified.

"Are ... are you saying you want to leave me?" he questions his best friend, his voice breaking, about to sob.

His only answer, Matt bursts out laughing.

"What nonsense are you babbling about? And until proven otherwise, the catastrophic between the two of us is supposed to be me! "he says, among the laughter.

"But why, then?" the blond scrutinize his mate, puzzled.

"Come here." Matt murmurs softly, smiling reassuringly. He slides a bit, in order to make room for Dom and pats the empty part of the bench, as a sign of invitation.

His companion willingly accepts the invitation, sitting down next to him.

"We celebrate every month from our first kiss, because it is important, it is significant." Matt begins.

"And also because it is extremely entertaining." Dom chuckles

"You can say that! But Valentine's Day… I mean, at the end what is it? " the brunet wonders.

"I don't know… the day dedicated to lovers where engaged couples all over the world and perhaps all over the universe do nothing but show to their soulmate how important he/she is for them? The day where couples fill each other with tenderness, gifts, special attentions? The day when every restaurant, hotel, travel company and stuff like that do their best to make all the lovers in question live a very special moment? These are the first answers that come to my mind, Matt! " Dom strikes back, rambling.

By spending so much time with Matthew, Dominic must have assimilated some peculiarities from his beloved.

"Good. Now I'll tell you what I think about the whole matter. " the youngest murmurs, tracing with small kisses all the path from one of Dom's shoulder to the other.

"I'm listening." the older replies, biting his lip.

"For me it's just a day like any other. I used to celebrate it with Gaia, but only because ... you know, girls care about these stupid things. But what I ask myself is ... well, who the fucking hell can afford to impose at everyone when you have to love each other more than usual? Why? What's the point? It 's just a sinister attempt to manipulate something so beautiful and delicate as love. It 'clear that it is their work, to contwol us! " Matt grumbles.

" Who are you talking about?"

"Come on, Dommeh, you know." the other insists

"Oh, sure, the government. The aliens. The Zetas. " the blond rolls his eyes.

"Of course. Who else could it be? I mean ... what will it be their next move? Establish a celebration day for loving our mothers more than usual, our fathers, our grandparents ... or to celebrate the importance of the work? "Matt goes on a rant, gesturing animatedly.

"Matteh, do not be alarmed but I would like to let you know that ... you know, honey, all these celebrations already exist." the drummer informs him patiently.

"What? Dammit, can't you see? They're getting closer and closer to manipulate us, to make us their own puppets of which they can comfortably move the wires to their liking. But they will not contwol us, will not not degrade us, we will be victorious. Uh! I'll write a song about it! " Matt says, proud, caught by a sudden inspiration.

"As you wish!" Dom snorts "So let me see if I got it straight, to you Valentine's Day does not mean anything, does it?" he summarizes.

"Nope, it means less than nothing to me. As I have already said, it's a day like any other and we're going to spend it like any other day. Dominic, I love you and you know it, I can prove it to you during all the other three hundred and sixty-four days a year. What's so bloody special in those remaining, silly, twenty-four hours? " Matt strikes back, resolute.

"Never mind, never mind." Dom snaps, standing up and leaving the rehearsal room.

Matt follows him up to their room, where the blond has locked himself in the bathroom and comes out a few minutes later, dressed and combed, walking close to Matt, but without even bothering to look at him.

"You're angry." Matthew points out, continuing to follow him.

"Nope, I'm not angry." Dom barks back, dry, as he goes down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" his partner asks him.

"I'm going out for a walk." the other informs him, reaching the front door and putting on his coat.

"You are angry. Hell yeah, you are!" Matt insists, in a tone so calm that does nothing but making Dom become even more nervous.

"I'm not angry!" Dom snaps, almost screaming. "It 's just a reaction like any another!" he adds, pungent, with a challenging look. "And, be warned, I have every intention to be very nice with whom I'll be around. Who knows, maybe I'll run into that friend of yours who is here, what's his name? Nic, am I right? You know, he strikes me as someone who knows properly how celebrate Valentine's Day! See ya later, Bells, but don't stay up waiting for me!" Dom leaves, slamming the door.

Matt does not like that eventuality at all, but deep in his heart he knows that Dom is only bluffing. He could never do anything like that.

He walks back in their room.

"Alright Everything went as planned! "he exclaims, pointing to a well-known, hot pink trolley, shimmering, which is leaning close to his wardrobe.

"I have nine days to set everything for the best and you, my dear Pinkie, will help me!"

TBC

Some notes:

I do not know if our dear Matthew already thought about the songs for the new album in early 2008 ... but it amuses me to think so. XD
You've recognized them all, right? Well, let me already spoil something ... there will also be another one, the most important! 3

As for 'Guiding Light' is with no doubt the one I love the most of that album ... so it HAD TO appear, too! 3

Okay, I hope you'll like it so far, but even if you don't, pleeeeease tell me whatever you think.
In short, if you find a minute or even less of your time to leave an opinion (whatever it is) I shall be very grateful to you! ;)

Even 'stop writing, dammit! 'Is a comment ;)

*sends love and runs away*

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