Warning : DIABETES DANGER! Sugar, sugar, sugar. sugar, sugar, sugar... and pepper.
Summary of the chapter: a pwopah Valentine's day
not betaed. Sowwy for my mistakes.
Disclaimer: the title of the chapter is from the lyrics of 'My list' by the Killers
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Chapter IV : Let me show you how much I care
"Matt, but what...?" The blond utters, but the brunet doesn't even make him finish to speak, standing up and advancing towards his mate, smiling.
"It's 1992. A little boy, dressed with sport clothes, walks with unsteady gait towards another boy, which is much more self-confident, but with such a friendly and sunny smile. The first boy asks the second to teach him how to play guitar. And this is how the whole thing begins." Matt speaks, as if he was telling a fairy tale. "Do you remember that?" he winks, now only a few inches from his boyfriend.
"And how could I ever forget it? It was the beginning of the most wonderful friendship in the whole universe!" Dominic smiles at him, still a little in disbelief.
"And it was a friendship destined to become a love that's even more wonderful. And I don't think there could be any more suitable place than this to celebrate how much I love you, Dominic James Howard." Matthew murmurs, stroking his face, almost with reverence.
Dominic holds the pianist's hands in his, intertwining their fingers.
"Oh, Matthew, so… all those speeches of yours against Valentine's Day... they were all lies." Dom figures out, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, happy to refocus Matthew when he opens them.
- So I'm not dreaming! – He muses, relieved.
"They were not lies! I still am more then convinced that Valentine's Day is one of the stupidest and most useless days ever." Matt strikes back." But I also know how much it means to you, so I made an exception." he says." But listen carefully to me, only for this time!" he points out, resolutely
"Matteh, this is enough for all the Valentine's days from now until the end of the world!" the blond throws his arms around Matthew's neck, kissing him passionately.
The two lovers' tongues are involved in a battle with no winners or losers, their caresses are becoming more daring, hands are trying to cross coats, jackets, sweaters and T-shirts, until the blond parts abruptly from the brunet, struck by a sudden suspicion.
"Wait a minute. Are you sure that no one can see us here?" He asks him, alarmed.
The only answer he gets is Matthew's chuckles.
"Oh, come on, Dommeh, whoever would be crazy enough to venture into an area with no access, because of a war remnant that might contain extremely dangerous radiation?" He explains.
"Well, let's hope that there is no suicidal person here around in Teignmouth." The drummer giggles.
"Not on this day, I hope. Anyway, Chris and Kelly are the only ones who know that there is no war remnant, actually." Matthew confesses, leaning towards the blond's ear." Looks like you are the only bomb that I'm going to trigger tonight!" He whispers languidly, nibbling the top of Dom's ear, while he cups with his hand the crotch of his pants, which already has a remarkable hardness.
" Maaaaaaaaaaaaattt! It's not fair to use these moves by surprise." The drummer pretends to complain, bowing his head back.
"Tonight any move is fair." the guitarist grins.
" Well, well, that's all I needed to know." the blond grins back, tripping his interlocutor and making him inevitably fall to the ground and immediately after Dom jumps on him, kissing Matt and rolling with him in the sand.
"But, Dommie, are you not afraid to get your beautiful branded clothes all spoiled?" Matt comments, resting over the percussionist and glancing at his skinny, black Armani jeans, his acid green, turtleneck Hugo Boss sweater and his black coat by Ralph Lauren, which now are partially muddy because of the sand.
"Tonight you're not the only one who is making an exception." his boyfriend strikes back, shrugging with indifference, kissing Matt again and rolling in the sand with him, which is something they both are enjoying a lot.
"So Chris knew it." Dom summarizes, getting up from the ground and inviting Matt to do the same.
"Yep, both he and Kelly knew, I just had to inform them. But the thing about Alfie who insisted that he wanted drum lessons from you is something that Chris has invented on his own, I must say that it worked." Matthew reveals.
"My compliments, this is such a really smart conspiracy behind my back." Dominic asserts, with a mocking applause, before patting himself in order to get his clothes clean from the dust.
" Well, it wasn't exactly behind your back, I'd prefer to say that this was a plot in your honor!" Matthew makes him notice, while removing the sand from his own clothes, which are more elegant than usual."In a certain way, tonight I gave you a small piece of the world." He murmurs, opening his arms wide and slowly swirling around himself, giving an overview of the entire Den, now at their whole disposal.
"Yeah. By the way, how did you manage to do that?" Dom asks him, curios.
"Well, it's simple. I promised the owner of this place that when our new album is released next year we are going to perform a concert here, completely free." Matt replies, ruffling his raven hair.
"Are you crazy? Tom will kill you." The blond states rather concerned.
"If you really want to know, Tom was the first to approve my idea" the brunet astonishes Dom with his unexpected answer.
"Really?" The other stares shocked at him.
"Yes, but it's not because he has seen the whole matter through the eyes of love. Mostly it's because he thinks it's a great promotional strategy that will make us conquer the fans' approval much better and probably get new ones, too." The frontman clarifies.
"Ah, okay, now I recognize our dear, old Tom. Sometimes I think that this man has a cash register instead of a human heart!" The percussionist chuckles, contaminating even his mate.
Out of the blue, Dominic's face darkens, with an absorbed and almost guilty expression.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" Matt asks him, brushing his cheek with one finger.
"I was thinking about how I behaved with you, while you were planning all this for me. Oh, Matthew, I've been so horrible with you." Dom recognizes, with painful awareness.
"You were horrible just because you thought that I was even more horrible with you. Your reaction is more than justified." Matthew calms him down."Although you could have bloody spared me that damn joke with the bloody Nic !" He adds, with a hint of jealousy not too veiled.
"Again with this story! Geez, how long do you plan to hold it against me?" Dom rolls his eyes, then he stares at Matt more languidly, showing his oh so adorable pout that has always the power to bewitch the singer. "Baby, do we really want to put a fight... for that vapid guy?" He murmurs.
Matthew kisses him in response, with all the impetuosity of which he is capable of, and Dominic barely manages to keep the balance not to end up back on the ground, while he's kissing the brunet back with equal vehemence.
"Uh, no, Dom, let's stop, otherwise we'll end up directly to another phase of the plans that I have for this evening." The brunet cool his horny attitude off.
" Mm... and what phase would that be?" The beautiful blond asks eagerly.
"You and I and a comfortable, spacious bed in the middle of the Den, with adequate heating to warm us... even if we can warm each other in other oh so pleasant ways." The handsome dark-haired guy confesses, with a low growl in the last part.
"Oh my God! Really? Where?" His boyfriend grows impatient more and more.
"First things first, my Dommie. Now I'm thinking of another phase, since I am still concentrated enough to deal with it." The singer says to him, taking his hand and leading him along on the piano, then he takes his place on the bench.
Dominic watches him with great expectations in his eyes made of the color of the storms.
"You know that we started to work together at the first songs for the new album... well, there is one that I haven't made you aware of. I've been working on it in secret, because I wanted it to be a surprise and I really hope you'll like it." Matt talks all excited, a little nervous, before focusing on the keys and beginning his performance.
Dominic enjoys listening to the nice tune that opens the song, very catchy.
However, it's the lyrics that leave the blond speechless.
As he looks at Dom, Matthew is singing about a secret that should not be revealed, something that needs to be done in secret, to protect themselves from those who would not understand.
Matthew is singing the praises of a fight where the only weapon to use is love.
Matthew is singing about two mouths that must remain sealed to one another.
Matthew is talking about an expectation that leads to something bigger.
Matthew is singing about him and Dom, nonetheless.
He concludes, screaming the last word and extending it for a long time, after which the music returns to the initial tune and ends there.
Dominic doesn't give his boyfriend even the time to get up from the piano, because he jumps on him, directly on the bench.
"Oh, my God, Matthew, but this is wonderful! And so... real." He whispers, kissing him quickly. "Are you sure you want to put it on the new album?" He asks him.
"Sure I am, even if it was the last thing I do!" The singer asserts resolutely."So we will give our supporters a reason more to root for the couple who they seem to like so much." he adds, smiling.
"Yeah, Matt, but it's a shame that not everyone would approve our relationship so willingly and excitedly." the drummer makes him notice.
"You're absolutely right, but it is okay, I've already thought about that: when the media will interview me about the reason of this song, I'll tell them that I have drawn inspiration reading '1984 ' once again. You know, I'll ramble 'bout fucked up stuff like that disguised with some conspiracy theory and metaphysics, too, they will buy it for sure." The frontman giggles, kissing the tip of Dom's nose.
"Anyway, I'm really glad you like it" He beams.
" 'Like' is an understatement. I am madly in love with that song, I cannot wait to work on it." The blond reveals electrified." Well, shall we go for a walk now?" He suggests to his best friend soon after.
"A walk?" Matt repeats again, not very much attracted by the idea.
" Yes, a walk, my dear, lazy boy. I mean, we have the whole Den at our disposal... how are we supposed not to seize an opportunity like this?" Dominic exhorts him." In addition, we will need to spin out until dinner. By the way, how will we have our dinner here?" He asks the pianist.
Matt shows him a sly smile.
"I thought about that too, of course." He winks at him.
"Dammit! Tell me, is there anything that you haven't thought about for this evening?" His mate interrogates the guitarist, pleasantly surprised.
"Nope. After all, you should have known better, I'm a perfectionist, my dear." The pianist brags proudly." Anyway, yes, the walk is a good idea, let's go."
"We could start with a beautiful promenade" The percussionist suggests.
"But it's freezing cold!" Matthew protests, hiding half of his face inside his grey coat, letting it warm him.
"You, ninny! I did not ask to walk into the water, just along the coast." Dominic clarifies, taking his hand and heading there with him.
Along the way, the blond glances from a distance at what looks like a double bed in wrought iron surrounded by so many mushroom-shaped stoves to ensure them the proper heating.
"Is that what I think it is?" Dom questions Matt, intrigued.
"Yep, but there's a lot of time for that, just not now." The other replies.
They walk for about a couple of hours, both at the shore and through the park, where every corner holds a memory of their teenage years, no matter if it's pleasant or not.
In addition, the walk is matched with long passionate kisses and tender cuddles, while they love each other just like two ordinary people, without the heavy burden of success and notoriety.
On the border between the park and the beach there is a table set with candles placed in the center and dishes hidden in special containers, a sparkling white wine which is kept cool in an ice bucket and another mushroom-shaped stove to heating that spot from above.
That 's where they stop, since their walk is over. Both take their coats off, placing them on a chair and take their seats at the table, not before Matt has lit the candles with a lighter.
"Wow, you're so elegant!" Dom comments, admiring his beloved in his black suit, with a very showy yellow T-shirt under it, where he proudly added even black braces.
Matthew smiles, feeling emboldened by those compliments.
"I wanted to be dressed up pwopewly for you tonight."
"You are always beautiful." Dominic murmurs, reaching out to touch his boyfriend's hand, squeezing it."Anyway, this is the suit that Gaia gave to you at..."
"Yes, it is. But she was right, after all I look good in it and apparently I've found a special occasion to wear it... and it's not a funeral." Matt chuckles.
"I have to admit, she has always had a very good taste... after all she fell in love with you." Dom smirks, leaving the pianist's hand. "But let's stop talking about that girl, now, this is our special evening!" He adds, with a hint of unjustified jealousy that amuses Matt.
"Oh, Dom, you're always impeccable." The brunet congratulates, with an overview to his partner.
" I know." Dom sticks out his tongue at him, playfully " So, what are we going to eat? I'm getting quite hungry."
Matthew lifts the lids, under which they find sushi dishes, several sandwiches and a display of the best French cheeses.
"I could not order anything hot, because it would have to be done at the latest moment, but the catering service could not have come here, because of the fake, forbidden access..." Matt justifies.
"Don't worry, dear, there's no reason! Everything is perfect. I am speechless, really, Matteh. It' s more than awesome. This morning I hated this day with all my heart, but now... it's one of the best times of my life. If I'm dreaming, I hope no one wakes me up." Dominic whispers.
This time it's Matthew to hold his hand while using the free one to take a oshizushi, with which he feeds the blond.
"You're not dreaming, Dommeh, it' s all true." He smiles sweetly.
Dom takes a nigirizushi and feeds Matt in the most sensual way he can.
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When they're done with their dinner, sit on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves, challenging each other to find out who makes the pebble which they throw in the water make more jumps.
Besides, they watch the few stars that during that night decided to peep out from the clouds.
Dom snuggles close to Matt, resting his head on his shoulder and the brunet hugs him, protectively.
"Matthew, I hope you will forgive me if I quote one of our covers, but... I feeeeel good." Dom singsongs in the last part.
Matt chuckles.
" What?" The blond questions him.
"You may not believe me, but it seems to me that you have made significant progress in singing. This time it wasn't so horrible to hear." The guitarist reveals. "Wait, this gives me an idea."
He gets up, reaching the piano, making a sign for Dom to follow him.
Matt plays and sings ' Can't take my eyes off of you' and Dominic sings the choir that he loves so much, dealing very well with it.
"OK, enough with the covers, now let's try something more difficult, but I think you can handle it." the pianist encourages the drummer, beginning with ' Blackout' and when Dom makes the choirs he does much better than when he had done such an inglorious job that Matt had sent him away, during of registration of that song in the studio.
When the song ends, Matthew gives life to a very special concert for one spectator only, which leans his elbows on the floor, holding his face in his hands and observes admired his boyfriend.
It's a concert made of all those songs that, like the previous one, if he thinks about it a little better, Matthew can figure out that unconsciously they already talked about Dominic.
At the end, as it's easy to guess, Dom takes Matt by his hand and leads him to the bed which he has already had the opportunity to spy and cannot wait to inaugurate.
He pushes Matt on the mattress and then jumps on him, incited by the excited squeals that the frontman gives out.
One by one, all their clothes end up on the sand, thrown in a rush, while the two lovers give themselves to each other, without restrictions, undertaking under the sheets a savage battle to determine who will have the domain... but the final winner doesn't leave disappointed either of them.
Matthew dresses himself back quickly and walks away.
Dom stands there waiting for him, wearing only his boxers again and enjoying all the warmth under the blankets.
A few minutes later Matthew is back, dragging Pinkie with him.
"I have a present for you." The handsome dark-haired guy announces.
"Oh, my Gosh! Are you going to give me Pinkie?" The blond rejoices.
"What? Hell no, you wish! You already know better than me that you can have Pinkie only in joint custody, in the worst case ever, which I hope never happens. However, in that circumstance he would choose to stay with me!" The singer strikes back proudly. "Besides, you already have your own trolley." He points out.
"Phew, yes, but Pinkie is special, mine is beautiful, but a little boring." Dominic admits.
"He has something in common with his owner." Matthew asserts.
"Hey! Are you hinting that I am boring?" The gorgeous drummer gets angry.
"Nope, silly, I'm suggesting that you're beautiful." The frontman whispers, ruffling his golden hair, which is already messed up after they made love.
"By the way, Pinkie told me that he would like to meet your trolley. You know, since you bought him, you've always kept him the closet, Pinkie is outside, so they've never got to meet, but tonight he got to see him better and he liked what he saw." Matt informs his boyfriend, then turned his gaze to his beloved trolley. "Oh, come on, don't blush now. It was something needed to be said... and then it's you who insisted, don't you dare to deny that!" He says.
"Bells, it must be a shade of light... trolley just don't blush!" Dom tries to reason with him, but Matt's annoyed expression makes Dom understands that it is a fight against windmills.
"Cheers, Pinkie, Matt is right, there's no need to act all shy. Later I'm going to introduce you to my trolley, happy?" Dom promises to Pinkie, reaching the same level of his boyfriend, a level that he begins to like a lot, at the very end."By the way, I'd better find a name for him, too, what about... Leo!" he suggests.
"Pinkie and Leo..." Matt reflects aloud, stroking his chin." Yes, I like it!" He approves happily. "They will be a beautiful couple! After all, I know that Pinkie will make Leo fall in love with him at first glance." He smiles.
"Just as you made me fall in love with you... well, looks like you have something in common with your trolley, too." The drummer whispers, stroking his face and rubbing his cheek against Matt's.
"So, let me guess.. soon we will have a house full of small pink- leopard-print purses?" he asks.
"Oh, come on, Dom, don't be silly!" Matt reproaches him and in his heart Dominic is pleased that the sanity of his beloved hasn't yet been completely compromised. At least that's what he believes.
"Pinkie and Leo are two males, they cannot procreate! Geez, did anyone teach anatomy to you at school?" Matt teases him.
"Yeah, but not trolley's anatomy!" Dom strikes back, rolling his eyes, while only a question dwells in his mind.
- How the hell do the female trolleys look like? -
"So, do you want to see my gift or not?" the frontman takes his mind back on Earth.
"Of course I want to see it. But... I feel horrible, I haven't bought anything for you." The blond regrets.
" My gift is you." Matt murmurs, placing a resounding kiss on his mouth." And I never get tired of unwrap you." He adds, with such a mischievous look that makes his mate feel dizzy.
The brunet approaches his trolley, opening a front pocket.
"I hope you'll like it. You know, Pinkie also helped me with the choice." Matt informs him, handing him a packet with an elegant golden paper.
After that information, Dominic tries to imagine the possible scenario: Matt walking around for shops with his trolley and Pinkie that transmits a sort of vibration to his owner whenever Matt glances at right gift item.
Seeing Matthew quivering with impatience, Dom abandons his mental representations and gets ready to open the package.
"Oh, my God, Maaaaaatt! They are fantastic!" he exclaims enthusiastically, wearing his gift, indeed, a pair of black, very swanky, drop-shaped sunglasses, with Swarovski crystals in the frame.
"You look wicked and divine; I'm so glad you like them." The pianist exults.
"Yes, but right now I can't see a damn thing anymore!" Dom admits, taking them off.
"No wonder why, it is pitch dark, there are just a few candles." Matthew chuckles, taking his glasses and putting them back in the case which then he puts back in Pinkie's pocket, where Dom sees Matt pull out something else but cannot focus on it, because the frontman hides it inside the pocket of his jacket.
"Anyway, Matthew, the gift is too much, you shouldn't have. By the way, you just gave me a gift on Valentine's Day, wasn't it against your ideals?" the blond points out, inviting Matt to join him on the bed.
"Oh, Dommie, you're such a naive guy." Matt chuckles, pleasing him. "Look better at the clock. It's twelve past midnight, now is February 15th. It is no longer Valentine's Day." He grins.
"You, little, perfidious, cunning, evil plotter. You tricked me!" Dominic laughs, hugging him tightly, before getting rid of his coat.
He also would like to get rid of his jacket, but Matt stops him.
"Wait, not so fast. You know, I took the liberty to take from home something of yours." he reveals to Dom, showing him the handcuffs made of leopard-printed, plush and fluffy material."I hope you don't mind." he continues, with false innocence, climbing astride him and getting rid of his own jacket.
"I would be sorry if you hadn't done that!" Dom grins, letting Matt bring both his arms against the headboard of the bed, ready to handcuff him behind the bars.
"Now I have the contwol" The brunet grins victorious, listening to the metallic click of the handcuffs tightening around the blond's wrists as if it was the most beautiful sound that exists.
"Hey, Mattie, you know what? Our hot DVD. I managed to take it back!" Dom informs him.
"Great. But I'll tell you what, we could begin another DVD full of so many beautiful things that we are going to do tonight... if only I had remembered to take my camera. Correction: I am not a perfectionist." Matthew regrets.
The blond shows him a sly smile.
"What if I told you that I have taken my camera with me?" he smirks.
Matthew stares at him confused.
"No, no, no! Don't get me wrong. I did not bring it with me with the intention of shooting dirty stuff. With whom then?" Dominic explains." I've only made a few, very cute videos to Chris and Kelly's kids, Alfie while he plays drums, Frankie playing with toy soldiers, Ava dressing her dolls... things like that." he smiles, touched.
" Aaawww, I bet they must be such wonderful videos, then you'll show them to me." Matt, says, softened as well, but with Dom handcuffed beneath him the tenderness cannot last any longer. "Tell me, is there any memory left in your camera?" the frontman asks intrigued, with a weird light that shines in his lusty blue eyes.
"You bet! There is at least one hour available." Dom smiles in the same kinky way, having already foreseen his partner's 'evil' intentions... that he fully approves." Do you want me to go take it? It's in my trolley, just set me free, it will take me only a moment." he suggests.
The only answer he gets is Matthew who pulls the handcuffs, causing Dom to hiss a lament that looks more like a groan.
"You're not going anywhere and neither am I." Matthew peremptory commands, taking off his shirt and jeans, and then he kneels between Dom's tights, parting them far enough. "The night is still so long, we have all the time we want. For now you must remain my prisoner!" he growls the last part, pulling the drummer's boxers down, with an eager look.
"I've never been so happy to be captivated!" Dom screams, in trepidation, tugging the handcuffs as hard as he can to try to push closer to Matt, which is ready to make the blond lose his mind.
Among various videos, moments of romance and cuddling, mixed with animalistic fervor, the hours seem to fly, and as pleased as worn out, the two lovers fall exhausted on the mattress, tucking the covers of the now very messed up bed.
They both rest their head on the pillows, back against back, closing their eyes, with the first light of dawn, in that place that can be considered safe and unassailable at least for one more day.
"Dom?" Matt calls him, without turning around or opening his eyes.
"Mm?" Dom mumbles, in the same way.
"Look, I was joking before. I expect a gift, too. I want a pwoper gift. You have a week to get me one!"
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THE END
And so ends this one.
So, don't you agree? This lovely Matt deserves a gift, after all. What Dom will give him is something that I leave to your imagination... I just have no idea. ; P
Did you notice? Looks like Pinkie has found love! (Yes, I'm going mental)
Well, you know better than me that every Muse song was born from Matthew Bellamy's piano first.. but imagine Resistance played like that.. wow * faints *
Anyway, really, I'm sure that that song is the anthem of BellDom, the very first time I heard it I thought ' Great! The guys are coming out! ' XDD
Well, I'll leave you to your imagination how they were dressed ( I only say that Matthew's coat is that horrible grey coat that we all know.. I call it the pigeon coat XD... and Matt seems to like it a lot, but after all I feel hate/love for that terrible piece of clothing ), but this is their bed on the beach :
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Feel free to tell me what you please.
Meanwhile, I tell you what : there are many already written sequels of this series... sowwy, it's stronger than me. XD
Next one is about Matt's birthday, but I'm so late with everything that probably it will come around Matt's birtday for real XD