Upon waking up, Matt's first thought was that the whole ordeal had been a horrible dream. Just a vivid nightmare. Relief washed over him and he tried to suck in a deep breath.

...shit.

The relief was short lived. A now-familiar, inhuman voice laughed softly in his head.

Without meaning to, he sat up and climbed out of the bunk, the demon still controlling his body. Dom and Chris were in the kitchen area for breakfast. When Matt entered, he saw the bassist sitting at the table while Dominic stood at the counter making eggs.

Dominic.

Nausea and lightheadedness consumed him as the sight of his best friend brought back a flood of memories from the previous night. He could have killed him. He could still kill him. He didn't want to hurt Dominic. Didn't want the demon to bring him anywhere near Dominic.

Against his will, the brunette walked across the kitchen toward the drummer and leaned over on the counter.

"Smells good, Dommie."

Matt was immediately mortified.

'Dommie'? What the fuck do you think you're doing? I don't call him 'Dommie'!

The thing laughed. "We're flirting with him."

No! This is fucking insane! You're going to get away from my best mate and then leave him the fuck alone.

"Don't you know, Matthew? This is what you're supposed to do when you're in love with someone."

Matt was fuming with rage and fear, still leaning against the counter and smiling at Dominic.

"You're a great cook. Looks delicious," he heard himself say in a happy tone.

He noticed that Chris had looked up from his laptop to stare at him. Dom was looking at him with a slight frown and knitted eyebrows.

"Yeah...er...thanks, Matt."

The awkward tension in the room was tangible.

I am going to fucking kill you, whatever you are.

Dominic scraped the scrambled eggs onto two plates before turning toward Matt.

"Do you want any?"

Yeah, say yes. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. Starving.

"No, thanks. I'm not really hungry."

What the fuck? I need food. Why are you making me turn down breakfast?

The drummer shrugged. "Okay then."

Matt was forced to sit at the table and watch as his bandmates devoured their eggs. It was almost painful.

The conversation over breakfast was idle, chatting about music and gigs and the tour in general. The Thing used its full access to Matt's brain in order to manufacture believable responses and comments. Luckily, it didn't flirt with Dominic again during the meal.

Unluckily, it was because it had a different plan in mind.

As Dom washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen after the trio was finished with breakfast, Matt began- to Dom's complete shock- to dry things and put them away.

"You're helping?", he asked, sounding pleased but incredulous.

Matt smiled. "Yeah. Thought you could use some assistance."

The blonde stopped in his tracks and fixed his friend with a serious gaze.

"You've been acting really, very weird lately, Matt. Is everything okay?"

The singer was gripped with a desperate hope.

Good, Dom, I knew you could see it. No, I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I need you to help me.

He felt himself take a deep breath- fuck yes, it's about time you let me do that- before returning Dominic's solemn gaze and beginning to speak.

"I-I don't know. I just...I've been doing a lot of thinking, lately, and I've come to a lot of realizations..."

What the fuck are you making me say?

"...and, it's just...Dom. I'm going to tell you something that might ruin everything, but I can't keep pretending it's not real."

What the FUCK are you making me say?

"D-Dom...I love you."

Oh.

God.

What the fuck-

Why would you?

How could you do this?

Warm lips pressed against his own. Shaking hands brushed his arms, his back, awkwardly looking for a place to rest. Matt could only register complete shock and surprise as he felt himself returning the kiss.

He was kissing Dominic. Dominic was kissing him.

No, the Thing was kissing Dominic. Bad. Dangerous. Not okay.

Warm breath next to his ear. The drummer ran his fingers through the smaller man's hair, followed by a shaky whisper that sent chills down his spine. "I love you too, Matthew."

The brunette's eyes moved of their own volition to look at last night's knife.

Matt's emotions were in a state of complete turmoil. He wanted to scream and cry in horror, wanted to laugh and smile because Dominic loved him, Dominic was holding him, Dominic...could be in mortal danger because of him.

"Matthew fucking Bellamy. I love you too." The blonde laughed and buried his face in the singer's shoulder.