It's time to have a little speech…
not beta-ed and quickly re-read, so really sorry for mistakes :/
Chapter XVII IB: The big screen, the plastic made dreams, say you don't want it."This is so fucking unfair!" Matt snaps, after observing the whole scene.
"Calm down, Matt, don't make a fuss. Morgan has correctly won, deal with it!" Chris rolls his eyes.
"I don't give a fuck about that bloody award. The point is that they can hear Dom and me when we communicate telepathically, but we can't hear them!" The brunet clarifies, disappointed.
"Yes, and it's beyond evident that our Bosses are communicating in that way between them now." Dominic adds, disappointed as well.
"Wait a minute, did I hear it right? You two can use telepathy, too?" Chris wonders in awe.
"Damn right! See, big boy? You can always learn something new about us!" Matt winks at him, before turning his gaze to the stage again.
"So, Morgan, tell us, how do you plan to use your reward?" Paul asks him.
"In the best way possible. I'm going to allocate it in charity. I can do that, can't I?" The archangel asks for confirmation.
"Huh? Sure, you can. You can do everything you want with that. But... all of it?" The human wonders, a little bit puzzled.
"Yes, of course, every cents of it. You can choose the charity association who should receive it. I just want that money to help my more unlucky brothers." The blond requests, before leaving the stage among the standing ovation of the crowd. He's followed by a rather disgusted Thomas.
"Eewww, Morgan! Just the bloody, stupid, sucking, awful charity? It gives me hives only to pronounce that horrible word!" The brunet whines, pretending to scratch himself everywhere.
"When you win an award on your own, you'll can do whatever you please with it!" The blond shrugs, visibly amused by how the situation finally turned out.
Chris took advantage of the end of the prize-giving to come back to Kelly, while the other two have remained there.
"Bleah, that's such a stupid way to waste all that money!" Matt states, very indignant.
"Instead, he's been great. Morgan is always so generous and altruist and he can take such wise decisions!" Dominic admires his Boss, ecstatic. "I would have decided to do charity as well… the only difference is that I would give it to the fashion shops." He adds.
"Really? And who would receive the clothes?" Matthew questions him.
"Well… I would." The other grumbles.
"So what absurd sort of charity would it be then?" The devil bursts out laughing.
"Well, the shop-girls would receive my money, wouldn't they?"
"Yeah, but you would get something in exchange, too; don't you think so?" The brunet makes him notice.
"Would it really be so wrong?" The gorgeous angel frowns.
"Of course it would be wrong. In this way it would be only a plain purchase, it's not something totally disinterested. In order to do charity for real, you should give those clothes to poor people."
"All of them? Really? Even the ones with those adorable stains?" The blond gulps down heavily.
"Especially the ones with the stains!" Matthew sneers, mercilessly.
He can't help noticing the disappointed expression on Dominic's features and he couldn't be any prouder.
- Alright, my sweet little angel, now the stupid generosity starts to fit you snugly, doesn't it?-
"Well, I was thinking.. after all, what could poor people do with such clothes? It's way much better if I give them warm lunches, covers, stuff like that!" Dom grumbles.
"You're incredible!" Matt laughs.
"Oh, really? Did you realize that you, a devil, have just explained to me the basic principles of charity?" Dominic makes him notices.
Matthew's laughs dies in his throat.
"It's just this stupid costume's fault; I got into the character way too much!" The fascinating devil justifies. "However, you didn't make a good impression either!" He retorts.
The heavenly creature grows thoughtful.
"What about forgetting this discussion?" He suggests after a while.
"I couldn't agree more." The Mephistophelian creature approves.
"Hey, you two!" Tom reaches them, followed by Morgan.
Matthew and Dominic don't even try to look surprised; they expected that visit since they've seen their bosses in the parterre.
"I made wonderful videos!" Tom smiles proudly, showing his high technology tool. "But that's not why I'm here!" He adds, looking more dreadful.
"Surprise, surprise!" Matthew shrugs, with his usual insolence. "Ouch!" He complains, immediately after.
"You. Outside with me. Now!" Tom orders, pulling him by the ear towards the back exit.
"About us, sonny, we can get comfortable here. Come on." Morgan invites his disciple, patting the empty spot of the sofa where he has just sat.
A little hesitant, Dom accepts that invitation.
"Before we start, I hope you'll understand that I can't have a serious speech with you dressed like this, right?" Morgan grumbles, staring at himself.
"You don't look very serious, after all..." Dominic agrees and a little snicker escapes from his mouth.
All it takes the archangel is a simple snap of his fingers to reinstate his classic outfit.
"This is going to be our little secret, when those two come back I'll be a ... classic dancer once more." He grumbles, making Dom smile, before he becomes more serious.
"The glued winks were already an eloquent warning. You're not proud of me anymore, are you?" the angel sighs, discomforted.
"Sonny, I see that you keep putting into practice all the teachings you've learnt, but your constancy has been wavering and we both know who caused this." Morgan states.
"Matthew..." Dom murmurs, while he caresses the fake tail, imagining it's the devil's real one.
"Exactly. I can understand how much you want to take inspiration from the principles of tolerance and benevolence, but this way you're showing way too much affection to the one who is and always be your sworn enemy!" The archangel reproaches him.
"What if I told you that I'm just helping him be a better person?" Dominic strikes back, finding a courage he didn't imagine to have.
After all it's always his Boss the one he's trying to face with such determination.
"What did you say?" Said Boss narrows his eyes at him.
"You heard it right. The more time Matthew spends with me, the more I manage to let his less evil side surface; because I'm sure that all the devils, and the archdevils, too, have one." Dom replies. "It only takes these few months for me to feel in him a little, but important change, a change that I can extend and improve. Morgan, I'm acting in the name of the Supreme Goodness!" The younger declares, thrilled.
"Are you really telling me that this progressive and continuous attachment to Matthew is only aimed to this unfathomable desire of redemption from you?" The older questions him, staring at him, deep within his soul.
"Yeah, there couldn't be any other reasons!" Dominic assures, maybe with too much rush.
"Okay, Dominic, I guess that's enough for now. I can't deny that you're doing a laudable job with the protégée, always protecting him from the chicaneries of temptation. I'm so pleased by that." Morgan states, caressing the younger's hair with a sort of fatherly attitude, before they get up from the sofa.
"Now we just have to wait until the other two come back." The archangel says.
********************************* (In the meantime)
At the back of the pub, Tom and Matthew are going to have a similar speech.
Matthew tries to pull the fake wings closer, in the attempt of warm himself a little bit more.
After all, it's the end of February, it's deep night and the freezing cold of Devon is merciless. And Matthew is wearing only a thin tunic.
"It's pretty cold, don't you think so?" Thomas teases him.
"Yeah, damn much. I'll tell you what, if a certain someone wasn't a bloody pain in the ass every time I do a magic, I would have already made a bonfire appear!" Matt snaps.
"If I prevented you from doing magic, it doesn't mean that I can't do it!" Tom sneers, moving his hand quickly and in less than a second an appealing bonfire appears. Matt doesn't hesitate to approach to it.
"You like them, don't you? The flames of Hell. Of your beloved Hell. So why don't you do something to honour them?" Thomas reproaches him.
"Oh, but I'm already doing something." His disciple sneers slyly.
"Oh, really? And in which way exactly? Making doe eyes at your dear little angel and other stupid sweet-talks! Don't think that I don't know about it, Matt!" Tom snaps, raising the flames of the bonfire.
"Distracting him." Matthew corrects him, not even slightly impressed by his sharp reaction.
"What do you mean?" Tom stares at him, crossing his arms at his chest, with sceptic attitude.
"The more time he spends with me, the more he loses sight of those stupid values of his Realm. The more he does, the more access he leaves to me at the protégée's soul. It's a slow and inexorable process that can only lead me to an utter victory." Matthew evilly chuckles. "Besides, you can't even begin to imagine what satisfaction it is to take away from those feathered ding-dong his annoying, unbearable purity. I'm leading him to very sinful paths." He feels the need to add, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
"So this is your strategy to defeat the enemy, isn't this?" Tom recaps.
"Exactly!" Matt nods fiercely.
"A very shrewd plan, I have to say." The archdevils congratulates. "But I have a better one: don't waste time with that angel anymore!" He summons him, glacially.
"No!" It's the prompt and tenacious reply from Matthew.
"You think that you're changing him, but it's him who is changing you; you have begun to be overwhelmed by those sickening, bloody good sentiments, you don't take advantage of the situation to strike when the protégée is in his weakest moments." Tom reproaches him, raising his tone. "You grew softer, Mattie!" He makes fun of him, recalling what he heard with telepathy during that night.
"It's too easy to accuse me of that just when I'm wearing this ridiculous costume!" Matt wittingly strikes back, fixing better the fake halo on his head.
But Tom has no will to joke.
"Stay away from Dominic, once for all! And keep more focused on the mission!" Tom insists, making flames burn in his dark eyes.
They're same flames that are burning in Matthew's cerulean blue yes.
"No bloody way! I'll never stay away from him, I won't ever renounce to him. I can do both things!" The younger retorts with a stubbornness that he rarely, very rarely has shown.
"I don't recognize you anymore, Matthew." Tom grumbles, making the bonfire disappear and pacing around the back exit.
Feeling cold once again, Matt observes his Boss.
"You're way more woeful, you obey to me if I..." He goes on with his monologue, but he stops out of the blue. "Wait a minute. You're not woeful at all now, quite the contrary, I guess I've never seen you so combative! And you utterly refused to do something I imposed to you more than once. You disobeyed me!" He recaps, beaming.
Matthew doesn't know what to expect and keeps observing him, speechless.
"Morgan was so fucking wrong! You're still my Little Bastard!" The archdevil figures out, pleased, smiling at him with renewed pride.
Matthew hasn't yet understood whatever could have happened in those last minutes but he prefers not to make any questions and smiles back at his Boss.
"C'mon, let's go back to those two lazybones, they will be waiting for us." Tom suggests and Matt leads him towards the artist area, where, as supposed, they meet their counterparts.
"Now that we are all reunited again, I guess that we can leave them alone, Tom." Morgan suggests. "After all, our guys here deserve to celebrate the success of their night."
"I couldn't agree more, also because I'm sick of all this humanity!" Tom rolls his eyes. "But before we go, there's something we just have to do." He adds, exchanging an understanding smirk with Morgan.
Before Matthew and Dominic can utter even a word, with a snap of their wrists, the two Bosses draw their magic wallets in their hands.
"But..." Dom attempts to protest.
"Oh, c'mon, you'll no longer need this." Morgan replies, making the white wallet disappear.
"Hell yeah. Now you're about to become famous and rich rock stars. You'll end up drowning in money!" Tom approves, doing the same with the red wallet.
"But..." Matt attempts to protest.
It's too late, because also their Bosses have disappeared with their wallets.
"Now we're bloody poor once again!" Matthew complains.
"Yeah, just not that I had seen such beautiful things in a shop..." Dom bites his lips. "Not for me, of course." He rushes to add.
"Of course." Matt repeats in a mocking tone.
"Well, they said that, too, didn't they? It's a temporary situation, before reaching the real success with the band!" The blond incites himself.
"Now tell me, how did the deepest inquisition go?" The brunet asks him, getting closer.
"Oh, very well. I guess that Morgan has nothing against my attachment to you anymore!" Dom informs him, cheerful.
"Alright! I also think that I misled all Thomas' doubts about us... he even seemed sort of happy!" Matt grumbles, while he caresses Dom's fake, soft horns.
"So looks like we have another reason to celebrate, am I right?" Dom stares bewitchingly at him, caressing his fake wings.
"Uhmm.. but what do you exactly mean? To celebrate there with the others... or here, in privacy?" The gorgeous devil raises his eyebrow, stealing a kiss from him. After all, he has been longing all night long to do that.
"Mm..." The blond murmurs against his lips. "No matter how tempting this project is, we can't; people are going to notice our absence. We have been already missed for a long while!" He decides, parting from the other, unwillingly.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not so bad to staythe others. They're such pleasant people!" The angel tries to convince him.
"Okay, you won, let's go!" Matthew snorts but then he pins him against the wall, before the blond can open the door. "But first you have to make a promise to me."
"What promise would it be?" The angel goggles his amber eyes.
"When we go back home, we'll take another little step." Matt persuades him and he can already clearly read the answer in his look.
In next part there will be another little moment about their Bosses (hope you won't mind) and yeah, another little step, but no NC17 rating, not yet ;P
Well, I guess thare are at least 20 updates before I'm even with the parts I'm posting in Italy... and it's still a rather long WIP even there lol.
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