Matthew wants something and Matthew always gets what he wants…or almost always!
Notes:Prompt used:
'Taking off the hat' by Elena Altamura
'We're going to do it my way!' Elena Altamura
Drums, of Jeremy Marsh
Fast fingers, by Jeremy Marsh
Remember, by Artemis kapusi Vargas
this story is for the lovely Crystal PinkFloydMuser6011 who wanted something similar 3
Fandom: Muse
Pairing: BellDom (what else?)
Warning: language (mostly Matt then you'll understand why)
Rating: R
Setting: somewhere in 2022 (WOTP Era indeed) cos I guess that video that gave birth to this crazy story dates back to that time
Teach me Dwums!
"Look, love, here's another story from yesterday's concert!" Elle smiles at her husband, showing him the phone screen.
They are having breakfast at their home and little Lovella watches them happily sitting composed on her high chair, almost looking more like a little princess on her throne.
"It was a fun evening." Matthew comments satisfied, filling his plate with other bacon.
"I love watching you play bass so much." Elle reveals to him, sipping her orange juice.
"If that's the case, darling, you'll see me play something else soon as well…"
"Oh yeah, and what? I hope not the harmonica, you can't upstage Chris..." she giggles.
"The drums." ends the suspense Matt.
"Good idea, I know lots of good teachers you can turn to."
"Dom will be my teacher and there's no question about it." He imposes, rather authoritarian.
"Of course. I should have guessed that." she snorts, getting up from the table to fetch her phone, dialing a number that is familiar to her.
"Hallo?"
"Hey, Stacie, guess what? It seems that Matt wants to learn to play the drums and…"
"Dom will be his teacher? He just told me," her friend anticipates.
"So you know it too."
"Yeah and I don't know about you, but I don't really like sticking around. I'm going back to London, I have friends who have invited me to really cool parties. Do you want to come with me? Lovella is welcome too, you know, London has great babysitters as well!" Stacie makes her laugh.
"Sta… I don't know."
"Unbridled shopping, relaxation in some spa, nights where we can go wild until dawn and I also add that I can make you some killer hairstyles!" insists the hair stylist, who knows which cards to play.
"Oh well, if you tell me so I can't resist you."
"I'll give you an hour to pack your bags and then I'll come over, El!"
"Yes, baby, let's give life to some Stalle!" the model snatches a smile from her, hanging up.
The two girls are already at the airport when an eager Matt Bellamy rings a certain bell.
"Matteh!" Dom joyfully welcomes him, stretching out to give him a kiss, which however the other avoids.
"Let's not get lost in fuss, teach me dwums!" Matt spurs him on, but the too much enthusiasm causes him to have that little speech defect of his.
Since the frontman is practically at home there, he takes care of reaching the drum room by himself, sitting down and holding the drumsticks.
"The last time we spoke on the phone, it seemed to me that you had made me understand that you really missed our fuss!" replies Dom, a little offended, joining him.
"Can you stop being a Dwama Queen and go back to being a Dwummer? My Dwummer?"
Matt is so awkwardly tender that Dom can't help but smile, right before a little revenge.
"I won't do it until you can say it properly!"
"You, fucking, bloody, sodding asshole!"
"Oh well, you do can say that properly!"
"Because there is no 'r'!"
"Look, Bells, I can understand you having to disguise yourself a bit to escape the paparazzi, but if you're in my house it's a must to take off your hat, it hides you too much from my view." the blond mutters.
The brunet satisfies him, taking off the cap he kept under the hood of his gray sweatshirt.
"It would be nice for you to take off those dark glasses too, covering up your sapphires is such a crime!" Dominic murmurs.
Matthew also satisfies him in this.
"Of course, I would have also liked you to take off your pants, but oh well, you can't have everything!" tries to get over it Dom.
Matthew rises from the drums, walking towards his partner with that seductive gait that he knows always makes Dom feel dizzy.
"You know, Dommeh, I insisted a lot that my twainer was you and you only," he murmurs, stroking his shoulders. "Because I wanted a twainer who would stimulate me."
Dominic looks at him in that demanding way he knows always drives Matt crazy, slowly running his tongue over his upper lip.
"Oh yes, you really strike me as someone who really loves to be stimulated," he smiles slyly, stroking the inside of his thigh trapped in the fabric.
"Huh… t-that wasn't… That wasn't w-what I meant …" Matt stammers, wincing, but only pushing more against him.
"Oh no? I'm foolish to misunderstand." Dom looks at him with a feigned innocent attitude, while his hand doesn't pay much compliments and he has already unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zip and tracing the edge of his boxers.
"It-doesn't-mean I m-I'm complaining. Please continue..." Matthew loses control, trying to pull the blond towards him for a kiss, but the other wriggles away, just as his hand moves away from those sinful shores.
"I don't think so, Bells. Do you remember? No fuss!" savors his longed-for revenge Dom. "Hurry up, come back with me on drums!" He imposes, authoritarian.
"You, fucking, bloody, sodding asshole!" Matthew mutters, but he follows him, not before having recovered his sunglasses.
-After such an affront he no longer deserves my sapphires!- He decides, wearing them again.
Dominic ignores him as he has been used to doing for almost all his life, sits down at the drums, takes the drumsticks, gives him a brief smattering about the parts that compose it and how they should be played and then creates a small, slow sequence, where each hand is busy doing something different, focusing on different parts of the drums at the same time.
"Now you try." he gives way to Matt who sits down, but doesn't start, glaring at him.
"What's bloody wrong,now?" Dominic rolls his eyes.
"What's wrong? It's wrong that you're insulting my intelligence, Howard!" snaps Matt. "Come on, not even with Bing did you start from such a stupid thing. We're gonna do it my way!"
"And what would your way be?" Dom scrutinizes him, between skeptic and resigned.
"Come on, test me, give me something worthy of me: I'm Matthew James Fucking Bellamy, the God of Music!"
"Okay, 'God', move from there," Dom sits back down. "So let's start with this!" he decides, playing the beat he does to each chorus of ' Knights of Cydonia ' even faster than usual, if possible. "Repeat." he spurs him on, getting up with an ill-concealed satisfaction.
Matthew sits down, grabs the drumsticks, squeezing them almost to hurt his hands, convinced that in that way they can give him who knows what kind of illumination and then, very hesitant, he starts hitting the wrong side with the wrong drumstick.
"No!" Dominic reproaches him, with the expressions of a severe professor.
Matthew makes another attempt, worse than the first.
"Definitely nope, Bellamy!"
The third attempt Dominic doesn't even let him do it, stopping his wrist before he hits yet another wrong part of the drum the wrong way.
"We are not quite there, my dear pupil."
Matthew has to say goodbye to his delirium of omnipotence he had a few minutes earlier and come to terms with reality: there is not a single possibility that he can remember what the right steps were.
And something tells him he wouldn't be able to remember it even if Dominic showed it to him a hundred times.
Fast fingers are something that characterizes him every time he is sitting at a piano or holds a guitar of any kind in his hands and even with the bass he definitely knows his stuff, but with the drums it is a whole other matter and he has to surrender to evidence.
"Dommeh…" the frontman murmurs, in the most submissive of tones.
"Yes?" the blond asks rhetorically, already knowing where the other is going to end up.
"How was that first exercise you showed me?"
Dom's method proved to be the most effective, obviously, followed by another series of exercises, progressively more and more complex, which however made Matthew more familiar with that instrument.
Within three hours he earned himself a trophy in the shape of just thirty seconds of video in which Dom caught him performing a coordination exercise, rather proud of himself, before shouting 'Lost it!', referring to the rhythm to keep, urging Dom to stop filming him.
However, Matthew does not give up at all, trying again immediately and trying to climb one more step in the difficulty, before something unexpected rises towards him and lands in a way that is anything but docile.
"Ouch!" he rubs his head, a little bewildered.
That something is an electric guitar and it was Dom who threw it at him, who had plenty of time to go and get it without the other noticing.
"You, fucking, bloody, sodding asshole!" growls Matt, still in pain. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"Because if you became me, it just seemed right for me to become you." counters Dom, before exacerbating his tone. "I just gave you a taste of your own medicine that you've been inflicting on me for decades, you bloody bastard!"
He doesn't even give him time to say something because Dom storms out of the room, slamming the door.
The brunet gets up from the drums with a snap.
He understood that it's time to go back to being himself and fix the messes he makes every time.
The first thing to do is take off his glasses, because his sapphires will serve him well.
The second is to look for Dominic
He finds him right where he would have imagined it, aka in his bedroom.
"Go away!" intimates the blond, still nervous.
"No. At least let me explain first." Matt insists, but remains in the doorway.
"Explain what?"
"The reason why I tend to throw all those guitars at you. The first few years it was to have a pretext for more intimate physical contact with you, because you always got pissed off, it's true, but then you attacked me and we fought. God only knows how much I loved those fights, I held you so close to me and I didn't even have to justify why…" Matt murmurs, now adorably shy and awkward, not even daring to look him in the eyes.
Indeed it is Dominic who gets out of bed and goes towards him to look at him.
"Really, Matthew? Already then? Well, be informed that I loved those fights too for the same reason." He reveals to him smiling. "A bump on my head meant I'd then get another one in my pants." he adds with a mischievous chuckle.
Matthew's eyes widen.
"You too... even then?" Matt smiles at him heartened.
"Already then. How many wasted years huh, love?" Dom takes him by the hands.
"Well, from the age of twenty onwards it seems to me that we have really made up for the wasted time pwopewly." Matt looks at him winking, before kissing him.
It's finally time for fuss.
That's before Dom interrupts it, pulling away from him.
"Okay, you explained to me why you did it before… but now? It seems to me that we have gone a lot beyond simple fights…" the blond comments shrewdly. "So why do you keep doing it?"
"Because, love, it's my way of saying 'Hey, Dommeh, my life, I'm thinking of you!'" confesses Matt, without ceasing to hold his hands.
"On the one hand it's very sweet, but on the other hand…damn it, Bells, don't you just have another less risky way for my life to prove it? I don't know, a note to hand me before we go up to perform..."
"Naaahh, wouldn't that be as fun!" the other shrugs.
"However, Bells, I think you should repay your debt after all I've done for you today."
"Should I take off my pants?" Matt winks sensually, looking at the bed.
"Nope, I meant…could you give me some singing lessons."
In response, Matthew bursts into laughter.
"Oh Dommeh, Dommeh… I may be God, but I'm still not ready for miracles of such magnitude!"
THE END