Disclaimer: the title is taken from 'Con-Science' lyrics, by Muse.
Summary of the chapter : Dominic tries to figure out. Matthew tries to find a solution.
Warnings: language and Solo!Dom
Chapter VI: You slipped away. Questions here to stay.
Dominic does nothing but walk back and forth as he tries to analyse the whole situation.
"He kissed me. No, wait. He's been flirting with me since the bloody morning, sending me very explicit signals, he drove me crazy during the bloody show and then he bloody kissed me here, doing the bloody thing on his bloody own," he sums up in his mind, kind of annoyed.
"But he ran away, leaving me here like an idiot, craving more, oh so bloody much more," he thinks, taking advantage of the fact that it's an isolated alley to give himself some relief.
After all, the danger that someone could see him makes the whole situation even more exciting.
Dom unzips his blue jeans and lets his left hand slide inside his boxers.
"Damn you, Matt, if things had gone how I wished them to go, right now you would be doing this to me," the blond thinks, clenching his teeth as he toys with the head of his aching cock, starting to pump it.
"Why the fuck did you run away? It wasn't the kiss, you seemed to enjoy my kisses a lot," he ponders, as he increases the rhythm.
"Maybe Chris is right, you were just going through a phase and the phase in question was 'let's seduce your best friend and find out how it feels.' Well, this is how he feels, you bloody bastard!" he screams in his mind, as he can't hold it anymore.
Just as he's releasing in his hand, his iPhone starts to ring.
"What the fuck?" he curses, waiting until he's done and then he grabs the phone with his right hand.
"What do you want?" he barks, not very politely, without even looking at the display.
"Hey, Dom, what's wrong? Are you and Matt on your way? We're heading to the club I told you about before, we'll wait for you there," Chris informs him, a little surprised by Dom's rude tone and manners.
"Huh, right, the club. OK, I'll see you there," the blond replies.
"As soon as I've been to the nearest toilet!" he adds mentally.
"About Matt, he's changed his mind, he won't be with us, I'm alone," he reveals to his friend. "See you later," he hangs up, before finding a way to clean his mess.
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"... I swear it's true, and then we ran away, before the geezer caught us," Tom finishes one of the anecdotes of their past, when they were teenagers.
"Oh, my, you were such a prankster!" the girl close to him giggles.
She is one of the two models that Tom and Morgan finally managed to conquer, for the record.
"Instead, you strike me as the good guy, with such an angelic face," the other girl says, cupping Morgan's face.
"Well, I didn't know Tom and the others back in those days, but yeah, I was a good guy and I still am," he smiles at her.
Hidden from the two couples, Dom has been glaring at Chris since he set foot in the club.
"I swear that this wasn't supposed to happen; it should have been just a boy's night, but the girls joined at the last minute," Chris justifies. "By the way, thank you for being here, it would have been too hard to stand the whole lovey-dovey stuff all alone," he adds, making Dom chuckle.
"After all, their lovey-dovey version is fun," the blond admits, scratching his neck a little bit.
"Woah! What's that, Mr. Lover?" Tom teases the drummer, pointing at his neck.
Dom recalls, too late, that there's something that was supposed to remain hidden.
"Well, it's nothing," he shrugs.
"Nothing? I wouldn't call an enormous hickey 'nothing'," Morgan points out. "C'mon, tell us, who did it?"
"Yeah, plus it must be a wild someone, look, there's even the mark of the teeth," Chris notices.
"C'mon, womanizer, tell us the truth," Tom complains to Dom.
"The truth? You couldn't ever take the truth," Dom reckons
"OK, at the end of the concert I met this person, very pretty and charming, and we took a walk together… and you know, one thing leads to another," he explains, very vaguely.
"Wow! That girl didn't waste time. So why didn't you bring her here?" Chris wonders.
"Wait. Did it happen as you were outside with Matthew?" Morgan asks him at the same time.
"Shit! Think fast, boy!" Dom shouts at himself.
"Yep, it happened while Matt was with me, but when... errrr… this girl came up to me, he decided to let her and me have the proper privacy," he starts his majestic lie. "About this… girl, she's not with me, because she ran away, out of the blue, without a fucking explanation!" he snorts.
"Really? That's odd." Chris comments.
"It's not odd, it's unnerving. I mean, you can't keep giving someone very obvious signals all day long and then change your mind just when things start to get very interesting," Dom grumbles.
"All day long? So, Dom, did you already know that girl?" Tom asks.
"Let's say that it wasn't the first time I'd seen… her, but it was the first time she was acting that way… and I wasn't disappointed at all," the blond confesses.
"Well, Dominic, cheer up, maybe you'll meet her again at our next show," Morgan comforts him.
"It's guaranteed that I'm going to meet this person at our next show," Dom asserts, and the others look at him in confusion.
"The problem is that I'd like to meet him before the next show," the drummer thinks, as he stares at his beer, unwilling to drink it.
****************************** (In the meantime)
Matthew is in his room, packing his stuff, but his thoughts won't leave him alone, of course.
"Dammit! Damn me and damn what I am. If I wasn't a vampire, right now my Dominic and I would be snuggling under the sheets of my bed… or his bed... or without any bloody bed, whatever!" he ponders, as he empties his cupboard, throwing his clothes on the bed in rage.
"Oh, c'mon, admit it, you like being a vampire. Yeah, but things could have worked out before," he thinks, as he puts his clothes inside his suitcase.
"Before? Before you wouldn't do anything but try to destroy yourself, in every stranger's bed, drowning in your misery," he admits.
"Are you my conscience? Are you my demon? Whoever you are, shut the fuck up!" he snaps at himself, closing his suitcase.
"It's almost ironic. Now that I know that Dominic feels the same way about me… I must keep myself far from him, to protect him from myself! I can't accept that, there must be a way to get out of this nightmare," he ponders, drawing out his iPhone. "And a certain someone is going to show me the way," he adds, opening his MSN app.
"What the hell was her ID? Vampy78? Naah. Miss-Fangs78? No.. uhmm.. c'mon, concentrate better, it has to deal with fangs… fangy78, that's it!" he silently exults, adding her to his friends' list, happy to see Rachel logged in.
He immediately sends a message to her.
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:18):
'Hi, Rachel, it's me, Matt.'
He doesn't have to wait for long to see the answer on the display.
fangy78 (01:19):
'Hey, Matt! It's nice to see you. Funny ID, btw. XD How are you?'
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:19)
'That's the point. I don't know. Can I come and see you and Michael? Are you still in L.A:?'
fangy78 (01:21)
'Sure you can. About L.A., yes and no. I mean, we're still in Los Angeles, but we're leaving tomorrow for Miami. There's a band Michael wants to see," she explains.
Matthew doesn't have time to investigate which band it is. He has other priorities.
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:21)
'OK. Let's meet tomorrow, after sunset. I'll wait for you at the airport.'
fangy78 (01:23)
'Sounds good. Just tell me, dear, did something happen with Dominic?'
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:25)
'That's the main reason why I need to see you. Can we talk about it tomorrow?'
fangy78 (01:26)
'Yay! Something happened with Dom, then! ;P ;P ;P '
Matthew smiles reading that, before a question pops in his mind.
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:27)
'Did you already know that something would happen with Dom?'
fangy78 (01:27)
'We'll talk about it tomorrow.'
the-Zetas-glittery-destroyer (01:28)
'Fine. See you tomorrow. Kisses… oh, wait. How do vampires say goodbye each other? Bites?'
fangy78 (01:28)
"LOL! Nope, sweetie, kisses is okay! XD See you tomorrow. Kisses.'
Matt sees fangy78 logging off and he mirrors her action.
"Matthew is going to visit us tomorrow, so we'll leave together," Rachel informs Michael.
"Gee, that that guy is hovering around you way too much," Michael grumbles.
"Yeah, sure, because talking about his beloved Dominic 24/7 is the best way to win my heart!" Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Oh," is all Michael says.
"Yeah, Michael, 'oh'. When will you quit being so bloody jealous?" she snorts, as she slides closer to him.
"Well… never?" he smirks, holding both of her hands, before shoving her on the bed, jumping on top of her.
She laughs, rolling on top of him.
"You should be punished for that," she growls sensually in his ear, straddling him.
"Oh yes, please, do," he pleads.
"Be careful what you wish for!" she growls, smirking, as she begins scratching his bare chest deep enough to draw blood, making her Sire purr in delight.
"Dom, we have to go, Tom is already boarding," Chris calls his friend. "It's useless to wait for Matt. I guess he's not coming," he adds.
"I know, but I hoped he would change his mind at the very last minute," the blond admits, sighing.
"I know. However, did you two argue or something? Maybe because of that girl?" Chris asks him.
"Which girl?" Dom frowns.
"Oh, c'mon, the one you met after the show. After all, Matthew was there with you, so maybe he wasn't very happy to leave because of that stranger," Chris hypothesizes.
Dom has to try his best not to burst out laughing.
"Oh, that girl. Well, no, Chris, trust me, Matthew wasn't disappointed at all, he left me… alone with her very willingly," he assures. "He just wants to spend some time on his own, for no specific reason and God only knows where he is now," he adds as they head towards a hostess.
"Oh my, you're Dom and Chris from Muse!" she says enthusiastically.
The two guys smiles at her in answer.
"I was so sure you were going to perform a show in L.A. tomorrow," she states.
"What? Nope, we've already played there, a few of days ago. Why were you thinking that?" Dom questions her, puzzled.
"Sorry, it's all my fault, it's just that when I saw Matthew taking the first available flight for Los Angeles this morning, I thought you were going to play there, but since now you're heading to London it doesn't make much sense," she babbles.
"Wait. Matt's gone to L.A.?" Dom figures out, astonished.
"Yeah. Oh, God, maybe I shouldn't have told you, there's the privacy issue… but you're his closest friends, I guess you already knew that… please, don't tell my boss about it, it's my first month here," the girl starts to worry.
"Calm down, you did nothing wrong. Quite the contrary, thanks for the news," Chris reassures her with a sweet smile.
"Why the hell did he go back to L.A.?" Dom wonders out loud.
"It must be another of his phases," Chris shrugs.
"Should I follow him? No way. For what? He probably doesn't want to be found and I'm not going to start a wild goose chase when he doesn't even know what he wants. Once he clears things up he knows where to find me," the blond decides, ready to board.
After sunset, Matthew sees a familiar figure coming towards him.
"Hey, Rachel!" he greets her, cheerfully.
"Are you nuts? We can't board here, someone could see us!" Rachel informs Matt, dragging him away with her.
Matthew is dressed completely in black, with nothing showy and the collar of his coat is pulled up to hide half of his face. He's wearing dark sunglasses and a hat.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Michael bursts out laughing as soon as he sees him. "Oops, I almost forgot: hi," he adds, more politely.
"It's a wise camouflage," the Englishman points out, insulted. "Anyway, why the hell are we here?" he asks them as they lurk in the shadows.
"It's simple. We wait until the operators leave, after cleaning the airplane up, and once the coast is clear, we'll hide inside, among the luggage," Michael explains.
"Do you mean that we're going to travel like stowaways?" Matthew realizes.
"Yep, that's what we do most of the time. We travel a lot, but it's so expensive that we rarely take a flight… in the proper way," Rachel reveals.
"So haven't you ever taken a flight in first class?" Matt asks them and the both shake their heads negatively. "Wait for me here," he states, leaving.
He comes back after about forty minutes.
"It's time for you to have a new experience," the pianist smiles, offering them two tickets for first class.
"Oh my, thank you!" Rachel grins and Michael nods at Matt.
"Fine. Now let's go board in the pwoper way," Matt asserts.
"The drinks, the food, the newspaper, the magazines, the earphones, the blanket, the… everything! Oh God, they treated me like a Queen!" Rachel rejoices, once they arrive at Miami.
"You are a Queen!" Michael murmurs, pulling her closer before kissing her.
"I can't believe you had never travelled in first class. After all, if you can't pay, you can always resort to hypnosis, can't you?" Matthew comments.
"Actually, we've always used it to feed or to get free access to the backstage area after shows," Michael admits.
"Yep, we had never thought about this possibility," Rachel admits.
"Funny, it seems that now I'm teaching you something," the younger vampire smirks cockily.
"Gee! Becoming a vampire made him get big-headed!" Michael whispers to Rachel, snorting.
"I can hear you…" Matthew singsongs behind them.
"Damn super hearing!" Michael grumbles, rolling his eyes and then they all burst out laughing.
"Anyway, it's not very nice acting all lovey-dovey when I have serious love problems," the front man reproaches them.
"You're right, sorry," Rachel apologises, parting from Michael, who doesn't like that one bit.
"Oh, c'mon, I was joking. Cuddle each other as much as you please… at least you two can do that," the Englishman sighs, grieving.
"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," Rachel says, caressing Matt's forearm.
"Anyway, you haven't told us about your love problems yet. You kept silent during the whole flight," Michael makes him notice.
"I'm just waiting to be in a place where no one can hear us. By the way, where are we going? Another abandoned house?" Matt deduces.
"Yep, I don't know... there's something so charming about abandoned houses," Rachel beams.
"Anyway, firstly I suggest a dinner and then I'll leave you to your girly chatting," Michael says.
"It's not girly chatting, I'll need your opinion about it too," the singer protests, before his stomach starts to rumble. "But I guess I agree with the other thing you said," he chuckles.
"… so I ran away as fast as I could," Matthew ends his tale, once they're in the abandoned house, after feeding.
"Oh poor Dominic, you left him all alone and confused," Rachel comments.
"What? I saved him. Didn't you hear me before? I was about to bite him," he clarifies, puzzled.
"It's more than normal, Matthew," Michael asserts, very calmly.
"No, it's not normal. After all, I had already fed, I wasn't hungry or anything… it wasn't supposed to happen!" Matthew insists.
"Listen, Matt, vampires don't bite just to feed: there are several types of bites, even the passion bites, which is the one you were about to do," Michael explains.
"Huh? A passion bite?" the guitarist repeats, intrigued.
"Yep, it's the bite you are urged to give to the one you love, not to hurt them; it's something different," Rachel explains.
"Oh. But I don't know what a bite like that could lead me to. It's too bloody dangerous. So is there a way not to give any bite at all?" Matthew asks.
"Of course there is. You know, usually passion and bites walk hand in hand, but if you manage to concentrate you can tear those two things apart," Michael informs him.
"Are you saying that I can be as horny as hell, but without feeling the urge to bite?" Matt wonders, fascinated.
"Yep. You know when you have to restrain from having sex you keep thinking unsexy thoughts, right? Well, it works the same way with the bites," the elder vampire reveals.
"Alright, now I know what to do, how to control the whole thing, I can go back," Matt states.
"Already? Don't you want to rest for a while?" Rachel asks him.
"No, I can't waste time anymore. I'll sleep on the flight, but thank you for your offer anyway," the front man smiles at her. "And thank you both for your help."
"Anytime," Michael shrugs with half smirk.
"But mostly thank you, Rachel, for using MSN so often; it was the only way to reach you," the singer adds.
"Well, MSN is such a great invention, just like all the social networks. I mean, it's just so easy: I meet a guy online, flirt with him a little bit and then I invite him to my place… it's like calling a delivery pizza!" Rachel chuckles, making Matt laugh. "And since Michael is allergic to the internet, sometimes I pretend to be him, using an ID I create for him and drag some girls for him to our place," she explains.
"Yeah, could a bloke be any luckier?" Michael smiles, hugging her tight before walking towards Matthew, giving him a piece of paper. "However, this is my phone number, so you won't need the stupid internet anymore," he says.
"Thank you, Sire," the pianist smiles at him, putting it inside his pocket, before hugging them both one last time and leaving.
"Well, Rachie, I bet that our dear Matthew will need our help again in a couple of weeks," the vampire states.
"I guess he will before that!" the vampiress giggles.
At late morning, Dominic wakes up, fully restored, after sleeping in the bed that he missed so much.
He walks towards the bathroom to have a shower.
As he takes his clothes off, he stares at his neck in the mirror. The hickey is still very visible, but he focusses on the less visible marks of Matt's teeth.
"Gee, Matt, you're such an animal. And there are so many other things you could do to me…" the blond daydreams, before going into the shower.
Once he's done, as he dries his hair with a towel, he takes his cordless, dialling a number. He doesn't need to think about what time it is, since now they are in the same town.
"Hello?" a female voice answers on the other end.
"Hi, Emma."
"Dom, are you back in London?" she asks him.
"Yep, the American tour is over and now we have a little break, but it's not the reason why I called you," he says.
"Is it what I think it is?" she guesses, excited for her brother.
"Yep, let's say that I have succulent news. Are you ready for a very long and detailed report?" he wonders.
"Until the last syllable, spit it out," she incites him.
"… but then he ran away, kind of scared… it doesn't make sense," he concludes after a while, a long while.
"Well, I don't think he repented of that, he was probably just a little confused by such a revelation. You know, everything is so new for both of you, it's something that could take him some time to accept it completely… anyway, I'm so happy you kissed… a sober kiss this time!" she exults.
"Yep, probably it wasn't because of alcohol that night and…" Dom says, but he stops when he hears someone ringing the bell.
"Emma, I have to go now, there's someone ringing my bell," he informs his sister.
"It's probably Matthew," she states.
"I don't think so, it'll probably be the umpteenth fan who managed to find my house, asking me for an autograph," he comments as the bell rings for the second time. "We'll talk later, or even better you could pay me a visit, one of these days," he suggests.
"Wonderful, be sure of that. See you soon, Nikky, and, trust me, don't lose your hope," she advises him, hanging up.
Dom places the cordless on the table, heading to the front door and when he opens it his heart skips a beat.
TBC
Evil cliff-hanger, I know ;P
Hope you'll still like it, but feel free to tell me everything, please, do. ;)
