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Paradise Comes at a Price (4/4)

altogingenting — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 15:38:56 GMT

Title: Paradise Comes at a Price
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always lovely and fantastic miss_ariake , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What does a contract killer do when his next victim is his lover?
Warnings: Language, violence, major characters death
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: AU

Last part! We’ve reached the last part and I hope you like it! I would also like to say I’m sorry for the delay in this part and my lack of presence here at LJ/MS, but school is quite demanding at the moment.

I found myself face-to-face with my love and two guns pressed against our temples. Tears were silently streaming down our cheeks. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end; we were supposed to grow old together, not die in our early thirties. My vision is blurred due to my tears, but I’m still able to see your beauty. Even though your eyes are filled with sadness and fear, they still shine.

“Count down together?” Dominic asked in a whisper, his voice was so weak.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I love you, remember that.”

“Of course!” he said. “I love you too.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

I heard a bullet go off and the last three days of my life passed before my eyes, letting me see how I ended up in this mess.

The blood that splattered across my face and the sound of two guns hitting the floor brought me back to the present situation. Dominic had pulled the trigger; it was his blood that was sprayed on my face. His body hit the floor with a loud dump. I fell to my knees and buried my face in my hands. Dominic had pulled the trigger, I hadn’t. He was willing to kill himself for me, I was a coward.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, what had I done? The person who meant everything to me was gone. He had been willing to give up on life for me. What had I done? I had killed him. Even though I didn’t pull the trigger, I still had Dominic’s blood on my hands.

My nails dug into my cheeks. I welcomed the pain, I deserved it. I had killed the man I loved. I broke down and cried. My head rested at Dominic’s unmoving chest. I didn’t care that I would get his blood all over me, I wanted it, and I wanted it to be a reminder to myself of what I had done.

The door opened behind me, but I didn’t turn around to figure out who it was. For all I cared, it could be the police, nothing mattered anymore.

“You really are cold hearted, aren’t you?” a familiar female voice asked.

“Fuck off,” I hissed without turning around. Nothing could make me look at her again, Mrs. Adams was the reason everything I loved was now gone.

“This is tragic, you’re even colder than I thought,” Mrs. Adams said and walked so she stood in front of me and Dominic’s dead body. “Did you really think I would have killed you both? I was just interested to see if you knew what love really is. It seems like you don’t. I mean, you’ve killed the person you supposedly loved.”

Her remark made me boil with anger. She wasn’t going to kill us? Had it all been a lie? Had Dominic died in vain?

“Fuck off!” I screamed and got up, pushing her to the floor. “Fuck you!”

Mrs. Adams looked up at me with scared eyes. I kicked her in the back; my anger was so strong that I didn’t care what I did. Her eyes begged for mercy as I continued to kick her.

“Please! Stop,” she begged, but I didn’t care… I hated her. “Stop it, please!”

Her whining annoyed me. I kicked her in the face and blood ran from her mouth. Tears were pouring from her eyes. She curled up like a foetus and whimpered in pain. I bent down so I could look her in the eyes.

“I know what love is and don’t you dare tell me otherwise,” I whispered. “I feel like there is no reason for me living any more and I didn’t kill him. Do… Dom… Dominic killed himself for me, to give me a chance to live. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t let me. He told me he couldn’t live or die knowing he was the cause of my death. That is love.”

I reached for the gun and pointed it at Mrs. Adams who begged for me to not kill her. As I pulled the trigger I felt for the first time, emotion during my kill. I felt hate and satisfaction.

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“Thanks for everything,” I said as I hugged Arian goodbye on the bus station in Aberystwyth.

“Nothing to thank for, that is the least I could do,” Arian said, referring to the help he had given me to clean up the mess that had took place in his guest bedroom. “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Think so,” I said, but I wasn’t okay, but Arian had enough on his mind already.

“Okay. Take care,” he said with a supporting smile as I boarded the X40 bus to Cardiff.

The bus to Cardiff left early in the morning, 6:20 AM to be precise and I was very thankful for that, because that way I would be able to sleep much of the four hours long bus trip, the less time I had to think, the better.

A year later

I walked alongside locals and tourists up to Preikestolen or in English, Preacher’s Pulpit. A few days ago, I had taken an airplane to Stavanger, Norway; the city where Dominic and I had become a couple.

My friends Tom, Chris and his wife Kelly had invited Dominic and I along for a holiday in Norway nine years ago; little did we know that it had all been a huge and expensive set to get Dominic and I together. The three of them thought we would make a perfect couple and they had been right, we were.

On one of our last days in Norway, we had taken the ferry from Stavanger to Tau to go for a hike to the 1,982 feet tall cliff called Preikestolen. It was here that Dominic and I kissed for the first time.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I sighed, admiring the view of Lysefjorden from Preikestolen. “So blue.”

“Yes, it really is beautiful and blue, just like your eyes.” Dominic replied.

I giggled. Was he flirting with me? During the time I had spent with him, I had developed a crush on him, but I didn’t believe the feelings were returned. Maybe I was wrong?

“Thanks,” I smiled back.

We walked back from the edge together to get something to eat. Tom, Chris and Kelly were all sitting with our backpacks. They had all been so hungry that they had started to eat without taking their time to take in the view.

“The view is so beautiful here, you should take a look from the edge of the cliff, it’s truly something else,” I smiled as Dominic and I sat down to join them.

“I don’t know if I could do that, I’m a bit scared of heights,” Kelly said.

“Nah, come on Kelly, we didn’t walk all the way up here to just eat and not see the view. Tom and I will support you,”

Chris stood up and offered a hand to Kelly who took it and together with Tom, they walked towards the edge leaving Dominic and I alone with the food and the backpacks.

“We’ve had a really nice time together,” Dominic smiled.

“Definitely. I’ve certainly enjoyed it,” I replied also with a smile.

In sync, we both turned our heads to look at each other. My eyes met his, they were warm and invitng and we both let our eyelids close as we felt a pair of lips against our own.

I reached the top of the cliff and looked around; it was just as stunning as I remembered it. There were families and groups of friends everywhere admiring the view. I sat down and waited for the sun to set.

It slowly became darker and colder; more and more people started their hike down from the cliff until I was the only one left.

On this day, it was exactly one year that had passed since Dominic had scarified himself for me. It hadn’t been a good year; it had been a year of depression and sorrow. My reason of living was gone.

I took in a deep breath of the fresh evening summer air. I let the air fill my lungs and looked towards the edge of the cliff. Was this the right decision? I still had time to change my mind. Where there anything left worth living for? No, there wasn’t, Dominic was gone.

I closed my eyes and ran towards the edge; suddenly I couldn’t feel the ground under my feet anymore. Wind was surrounding me as I fell down. I felt free. I was headed for paradise.

You can read about Preikestolen/Preacher’s Pulpit here and Lysefjorden here
Pictures of Preikestolen (and Lysefjorden) can be seen here, here and here

The Life I Had Before (17/?)

altogingenting — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 13:01:04 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: none
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Here is the 17^th chapter, sorry for late update, but I was in Oslo for a couple of days, so now I’m off to catch up :D

Dominic’s POV

Three weeks had passed since the night in Matt’s flat when I once again found myself waking up in a bed that wasn’t mine with a brown-haired head sleeping at my chest. I smiled at the sight; how could it be that someone so beautiful both on the outside and inside had feelings towards me? It was a question I would never know the answer to, but would be thankful for that he did.

I felt a thin stream of air brush along my neck and a pair of blue, smiling eyes met mine.

“Morning,” Matt smiled.

“Good morning,” I replied with a kiss on his cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Of course I did! I have you here,” he said and snuggled up beside me. I wrapped my arm around him and sighed happily. I had missed waking up next to someone, it is a feeling like no else in the world.

“I could stay here all day,” I said with a smile.

“So could I,” Matthew said, but almost as soon as he had said so, his stomach decided protest against it.

“Well, maybe we should get something to eat,” I laughed.

“I guess so,” he replied.

We got out of bed and started to search for our clothes. The clothes were spread all over the bedroom floor; it was not like we had paid any attention to where they ended up when we had kissed our way to the bed. I found all of my clothes except for my shirt.

“Matt? I can’t find my shirt. Have you seen it?” I asked.

Matthew looked around the room before he shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen it. I can’t remember where it went, either. You can borrow a tee if you want.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

Matt threw me a white t-shirt with a skull on and I put it on. I was a nice feeling wearing Matt’s t-shirt. It was soft and smelt like him.

“Looks good on you,” Matthew smiled and kissed my nose. “But then again, everything does.”

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We had just finished our breakfast and sat in the living room playing cards when there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it, just wait a moment,” Matt said and got up to answer the door.

I heard Matthew talking to whoever had knocked on the door for a couple of moments before he returned to the living room.

“It’s Tom. Is it fine by you that I let him in?” he asked.

“Of course,” I nodded.

Tom stepped inside the living room and when he spotted me, a wicked grin spread on his lips.

“I knew it!” Tom said happily.

“Knew what?” Matthew asked as he sat down in the couch and motioned for Tom do to the same.

“That you two would find your way together. Congratulations!” Tom answered.

“Thank you,” mumbled both Matt and I shyly.

“But how did you know?” I asked.

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes before he answered. “How I knew? It’s quite obvious really, you are wearing Matt’s tee and I believe I’m sitting on your shirt.”

Tom pulled up a black shirt from the couch, which did in fact belong to me. I nodded to tell him that the shirt was mine. He threw it to me and then without a warning, he jumped up from the couch.

“What is it?” Matthew asked amused.

Tom looked at the shirt on my hand and back at Matt. “Do I really want to sit on this couch? You didn’t do anything on it, did you?”

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I stood in Matthew’s flat’s entrance and was getting dressed to go home.

“I’m sorry about how Tom figured out, I didn’t think of it,” Matthew said.

“No need to worry about it. It’s okay, I don’t mind him knowing and I think Chris should know as well. But maybe we could wait a bit with my family, I don’t know how they will react,” I said.

“I can understand that. We’ll tell them whenever you feel ready,” Matt said and gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile and leaned in for a kiss. “See you tomorrow for lunch?”

Matt smiled. “Always.”

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On my way home I picked up William at Annie’s place. Normally Annie would act polite around me when I picked him up, but this time she didn’t even say hi, nor did she say goodbye to William.

“Has Annie acted like this the whole weekend?” I asked, concerned, as we walked to my place.

“Kind of, Mum has been very busy with her work and seemed very pissed at her work situation,” William answered.

“How about Mark, is he alright?” I asked. I hoped that maybe his step-father had been in a better mood.

“He’s on a business trip,” he shrugged. “Mum’s changed, you know.”

“I know, she’s probably happier,” I said bitterly.

“No, I mean really changed. At first Mum was pretty much like before, but then she married Mark and became… I don’t know what to call it, less fun? And like that wasn’t enough, she got a new job two years ago and now it’s absorbing her,” William muttered. “I miss how she used to be.”

“I wish I could do something, but give her some time I’m sure it’s just a busy phase,” I said in an attempt to cheer him up. He was right though, Annie had changed.

“I hope so. But I’ll always have you,” he smiled.

I pulled William into a tight hug and whispered. “Yes, I will always be here for you.”

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It was late Sunday evening and I had invited Chris over. I had decided that I should tell him. But how should I tell him? Should I just say: ‘Oh, by the way, Matt and I are going out.’? I didn’t get to ponder on it for long before there was a knock on the door.

We had our usual small chat before I dared to bring up the topic.

“There is something I have to tell you, but promise me you won’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for that yet,” I said.

“You sound like a schoolgirl, but I promise, I won’t tell anyone,” Chris replied.

“Okay, so eh… Matt and I are, well, together now” I said

“Congratulations! That’s wonderful. How long?” Chris asked.

“It’s been three weeks now,” I smiled. The best three weeks I had had in a long time.

Paradise Comes at a Price (3B/4)

altogingenting — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:11:08 GMT

Title: Paradise Comes at a Price
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always lovely and fantastic miss_ariake , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What does a contract killer do when his next victim is his lover?
Warnings: language, mention of murder, (overall: death)
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: AU

Here is 3B, I hope you like it, even if it is a bit short…
(I’ve had this for a couple of days but I didn’t feel like posting it for obvious reasons)

Were there a way out I hadn’t thought of? Had Dominic thought of something that hadn’t passed my mind? But, what did he mean with ‘You won’t like it’?

“Please tell me what it is; if you have the faintest idea on how we can escape, I’m interested in hearing it.”

“It’s stupid and you won’t like it,” Dominic sighed as he looked down to the floor.

“Try,” I held his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

“You have to kill me, it’s the only way you can survive,” he said. “We’ve only got hours left now.”

“No fucking way! Are you out of your mind? I’m not killing you, Dominic. I can’t live without you! I love you.”

“I love you too and therefore I can’t go on living knowing that I’m responsible for your death,” Dominic whispered before bursting into tears. “I love you, is that so fucking hard to understand? I know she will kill us both if you don’t kill me but I won’t let myself be responsible for your death.”

I could feel my heart break into a million pieces at those words. It felt like my chest was ripped open and I was bleeding from a big wound. I knew how Dominic felt, because it was exactly how I felt. I couldn’t live knowing I had killed the one I love.

We both lay down on the bed and held onto each other. Silent tears fell from our eyes and lips touched all the skin they could find. My hand was placed on Dominic’s chest. I could feel his heartbeat. I swallowed sharply; the longer we stayed like this, the less time we would have to find a way to escape, but at the same time I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to hold Dominic in my arms for the rest of my life.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I couldn’t bear to look at the text message, but Dominic pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to me.

<<One hour Bellamy, one hour>>

“Fuck!” I hissed and dropped the phone. “We got one hour to escape; we have to find a way-out fast.”

“Calm down,” Dominic spoke softly. “As I’ve already told you, there is a way-out.”

“No! That is not an option, we are going to survive this,” I wanted and I tried to sound convincing, but I failed. I didn’t believe my own words, so how could I expect Dominic to believe them?

“It’s the only option and I know you have a pair of guns in the suitcase under the bed, kill me and you’ll survive,” Dominic came across determined, but at the same time his voice was weak.

He got out of the bed and pulled my suitcase from under the bed. Dominic opened the suitcase with shaky hands, took out one of the guns and a magazine round and then handed it to me. I refused to take it. I wasn’t going to kill him, never.

“Fine then,” Dominic spoke blankly and loaded the gun himself, holding it against his head. “I’ll do it myself.”

“No!” I screamed and leapt off the bed to knock the gun out of his hand.

“Why? Don’t you see this is the only way out?” Dominic shouted through his tears. “I love you, I can’t live or… even be dead myself knowing I am the reason you are too.”

“Don’t say that,” I whispered.

He bent down and picked up the gun again. Once again, he pointed the gun at his face and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “I love you.”

My brain worked on full speed. I had to stop this; I couldn’t let Dominic kill himself for me. I couldn’t live without him. Dominic was right; there was only one way out of this: death.

“Wait! I love you! I can’t live without you. Let me come with you.”

Precious Dark (3/3)

altogingenting — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 12:33:32 GMT

Title: Precious Dark
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The Doctor, the sonic-screwdriver and the TARDIS to my fics: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dominic is the prey and Matthew is the hunter
Warnings: Language, sexual references
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

The last part! I hope you like it :D

Dominic’s eyelids were heavy; he struggled to open them. His body was numb and exhausted. A piece of paper lay on the bedside table; he slowly stretched his arm and got hold of it. He had to read it twice before he was able to understand what stood on it.

‘Be here tonight, please?’

He knew he should leave; his blood loss was big. His eyes were tired and so was his body, he was exhausted. Even just the thought of moving was tiring. A sigh escaped his lips and his eyes closed. Dom had a debate with himself in his head; should he leave or should he stay? In the end he settled on staying for two reasons: he was too tired to move and Matthew awoke interest in him.

Matthew had killed his own family for the sake of a house, but yet he had made sure Dom was comfortable. Why was that? Dom had no clue, but he wished he knew. If only he was brave enough to ask.

Due to the lack of food and blood loss, Dominic was extremely tired and fell asleep again, still holding the note in his hand.

~* ~

In the cellar, Matthew got up from a good day’s sleep. A curious expression was plastered on his face; would Dominic still be there or would he have done the logical thing and left?

Matthew tiptoed up the stairs to the ground floor and tried to not make a single sound as he did so. For a second or two, he stopped outside the door to the bedroom. Should he just walk straight in or should he knock? He settled on knocking.

First, a single gentle knock. There was no answer. He tried again, a little louder this time, but there was still no answer. Prepared to find the room empty, Matthew walked into the room, where to his surprise, he found Dom sleeping in the bed.

With silent footsteps, Matthew walked over to the bed where the blond slept. He noticed that Dominic held the note in his hand. Had he read it and gone back to sleep? One of his pale fingers poked Dom’s shoulder, but there was no response. He tried again, but a bit harder.

“Gorgeous? Are you awake?” Matthew tried but there was no answer. He took hold of Dominic’s shoulders and shook his body gently. “Dominic?”

Dominic yawned and stretched his arms before opening his eyes. What he saw surprised him: he saw a smiling Matthew. The smile wasn’t evil or lust filled; it was warm and happy.

“Hi, gorgeous,” the owner of the smile said.

“Hi,” Dom replied.

“Did you choose to stay or did you fall asleep again?” Matthew asked. “If that is the case, you are free to go.”

Matthew could not believe what he had just said. He had given Dominic a choice and a chance to escape; he never gave anyone a choice or a chance to escape.

What should he say? Dominic’s brain was working at full speed; he had to pick the right answer now. He knew that leaving was the right choice, his blood loss was great and another night spent with Matthew would kill him, but he couldn’t let go of him.

“I chose to stay,” Dom said.

With a smile Matthew kissed Dominic’s lips. “I am so happy to hear that because you taste absolutely fantastic!”

Matthew lay down in bed with Dom and bit gently at his bottom lip. A pair of porcelain coloured hands travelled south and undid Dominic’s pants. Dom could feel a cold hand wrapping around his length and stroking slowly.

While his hands focused on the lower part of Dom’s anatomy Matthew’s mouth was focused on Dom’s mouth. He sucked and bit at his lip as tongue made sure it knew every inch of Dom’s mouth.

The strokes sped up and Dom moaned in pleasure. “Fuck! You’re good with your hand.”

“I have had many years to practise,” Matthew said with a smirk.

“Bet you have,” Dominic moaned.

Matthew sped up the stokes and it didn’t take long before Dom was on the edge

“Fuck, I’m going to come!”

Just as Dom said those words, Matthew bit down on Dom’s neck and Dom was lost in bliss.

The blood tasted so sweet in Matthew’s mouth that he didn’t want to stop, but he knew that if he kept going he would kill Dominic. But why did he care? Dominic was just another human, wasn’t he? Matthew wasn’t sure. He stopped drinking, hoping that Dom would survive.

When he sat up in the bed, he saw that just like the nights before, Dominic had passed out. Two fingers found their way to an artery. Dom’s pulse was unstable and he didn’t have long left. Maybe one, maximum two hours.

Matthew had two different options he could choose between now. The demon in the Bellamy Mansion could return or he could change Dom. He had never changed anyone before; he just didn’t care enough for anyone to change them. Instinct told him to let the demon return, but the emotions from last night told Matt to change him, and once again, the emotions won.

He dressed Dominic, took him in his arms and carried him down to the cellar. Apart from the bedroom, the cellar was the only part of the house Matthew actually used. Matthew placed Dom on an old couch that had a place along one of the walls.

Sitting on his knees, Matthew studied Dominic. There was something about him that woke emotions in Matthew that he had never felt before. Not only did his blood have a delicious and unique taste, but he was also the most beautiful human Matthew had ever seen. He couldn’t kill him.

While shaking his head at himself for getting emotional, Matthew got up. He remembered how hungry he had been when he was first made and thought he better have some food ready.

“Hang on there, I am coming back soon,” Matthew whispered as he walked up the staircase from the cellar.

Matthew walked down the path from the front door, hoping that there would be at least one person standing outside wanting to take a look inside the haunted mansion. Luck proved to be on his side that night, because just inside the gateway, a couple in their early twenties stood admiring the mansion.

“Hi there!” Matthew shouted. “Would you like to take a look inside? I am doing some research on the house and therefore I have permission to go inside. Want to join me?”

“Really? We’d love to do that!” the female answered. “I’m Carla, by the way, and this is Lenny.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Matthew replied and offered them his hand. “My name is Matthew.”

The three of them walked together to the Bellamy Mansion; Carla chatted away, but Matthew didn’t really pay any attention to what she was saying. When they stood in the entrance Matthew hit them both in the head with a punch that he knew would knock them out, but not kill them. Fresh blood tasted so much better than blood that was not being pumped around in a body.

He dragged them down to the cellar, not caring if they got hurt on the way. When he reached the cellar, he tied their arms and feet together and gagged them. He couldn’t bear the thought of terrified and screaming humans.

“Dominic?” Matthew asked as he woke Dominic from his sleep.

“Hrmf, I’m so tired, let me sleep,” he answered.

“I am sorry but if you sleep more now, you are going to die,” Matthew warned him.

“I know,” Dominic muttered.

“Not if you do as I say,” Matthew said and bit down in his own palm. “Here, drink this.”

Dom hungrily drank the blood Matthew offered him. When Dom had had enough, Matthew pulled his hand back and watched as the wound healed. Dominic closed his eyes and fell asleep once more; the change had begun. Now all Matthew could do was to wait for Dominic to wake up.

While he waited, the two human blood banks woke up. They were terrified and tried to make as much sound as possible.

“Oh, shut up! You should have known better than to trust someone who is nearly 200 years old,” Matthew said to them. That shut them up for a while, before they started to cry.

~*~

“What the fuck is going on with me? Why am I so hungry?” Dominic said as he sat up on the couch. “Why do I want blood? Why does those two smell so delicious?”

“Because you are like me now,” Matthew said. “Follow me.”

Dom followed Matthew over to the two humans.

“Bite down on his neck like this,” Matthew said and bit down in Carla’s neck.

Dominic did the same to Lenny. He sucked every single drop of blood out of him. Matthew only drank enough from Carla to cover his own blood loss and so Dominic was offered the rest of her, too, and he didn’t hesitate to accept her.

~*~

“Matthew? Can I ask you something?” Dom asked as sunrise lurked around the corner and Matthew explained him the basics of being a vampire.

“Of course you can,” Matthew answered.

“Why did you change me?” Dominic asked. “You could have just let me die.”

Matthew smiled and kissed Dominic. “That is why. You are special.”

Paradise Comes at a Price (3A/4)

altogingenting — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 11:02:32 GMT

Here is chapter 3A, I hope you like it :)

“I heard everything. Why didn’t you tell me?” Dominic asked, his voice was sad and weak.

“I was scared and I thought you would be safer not knowing,” I sat down beside him. “I’m so sorry. Can you please forgive me?”

“I forgive you,” he pulled me onto his lap. “Of course I do.”

“Thank you so much, I was so scared you would leave me. My life is nothing without you. I love you.” I felt like I didn’t deserve to be forgiven though.

“I would never leave you because I love you too. But I have to say, I am a bit shocked,” Dominic spoke softly as he held me close to him.

He tried to hide his disappointment, but I could hear it. It hurt, but Dominic had the right to be disappointed; he even had the right to leave me. All this time, I had lied about my job - a job that most people would have left me over if they had known. Dominic didn’t leave, I didn’t deserve him.

“I’m so sorry,” I could feel tears falling from my eyes.

“It’s okay,” Dominic’s hand stroked gently across my back. “So you are a contract killer… How do you even become involved in that business?”

Of course he would be wondering, it’s not something you just become.

“Both of my parents were hit-men for the government; they wanted me to follow in their footsteps and as you can see, I did follow them,” I began explaining myself. “I started training and proved to have, what they called, a ‘natural talent for killing’. They said I was one of the best killers they had ever come across. I worked for the government for quite some time, but then one day, I was ordered to kill my own parents. Of course though, I refused to do it. I warned my parents and we tried to run away, but we failed. Both my parents were killed.

“I quit the job because I didn’t want the people around me to be affected. I tried to get a normal job and it worked for about a half year, but… once a murderer, always a murderer. I started working illegally, after a while the government found out what I was doing. They said I wouldn’t be punished if I promised to return to my old job. I said I would return as long as I could work as I wanted. They were sceptical at first, but because of my skills, they said yes. I work for everyone, everyone who pays. I hoped that working for everyone would let me keep my private life outside my business life, but it seems like I was wrong.”

Dominic nodded in understanding.

“I’m going to find a way out of this, Dominic, I promise. I want you to be safe.”

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When I woke the next day, I didn’t have a good idea on how I was going to wriggle my way out of Mrs. Adams’ claws. The only thing I could think of was to search the city’s hotels to find out where Mrs. Adams stayed and kill her there.

Breakfast was a silent affair, both Arian and Dominic were probably still processing last night’s revelation and I was caught up in my own thoughts. Why had I followed in my parents’ footsteps? It all seemed so pointless now that I could lose everything that mattered to me, Dominic. One wrong move and he was gone. I had to find Mrs. Adams and kill her; I would not let her lay her hands on Dominic.

“I’m heading out to see if I can find Mrs. Adams. I need to try and find a way out of this mess,” I announced as I got up from the breakfast table and turning toward Dominic. “You are staying here, Dominic, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not going anywhere you don’t want me to.”

“Thank you so much. I love you,” I kissed his lips softly.

“I love you too,” he whispered with a faint smile.

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I kicked a rock in the road in frustration. I had been to all the hotels in Aberystwyth bar one and so far, I hadn’t had any luck in finding Mrs. Adams. I prayed that she would stay at the last hotel.

I went to the reception and asked if a Mrs. Adams stayed at the hotel, unfortunately there wasn’t such a name in the books.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I left the hotel, but then it hit me. As I stepped outside, I realised that she most likely had checked in under a fake name. How could I be so stupid? I had wasted valuable hours of the day searching for a needle in a haystack, the wrong needle.

When I returned Arian’s house, I had no idea about how Dominic and I was going to get out of this alive.

“I’m back,” I called out as I entered the living room, but there were no one there.

I searched the whole of the ground floor, but I couldn’t find a living soul. I felt my heart beat faster with fear. What if something had happened while I was gone? I ran upstairs and fortunately in the guest bedroom, I found Dominic sitting on the bed with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank heavens you’re here!” I ran over to him and pulled him into a hug. “Where the fuck is Arian?”

“I told him to leave. If we don’t find a way out, I don’t want him to be hurt because of us,” Dominic explained.

To hear him say ‘us’ gave me mixed feelings; it made me sad because it wasn’t our fault, it was mine. On the other hand, it made me feel stronger because it proved that my revelation hadn’t changed a single thing between us, what was mine was his and vice versa.

“I see. I just got a bit scared that something had happened to you and Arian while I was gone.”

“Did you find her?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m sorry. But I promise we will find a way out of this… I promise.”

“You don’t need to promise me anything. There is no way out.”

“Don’t say that,” I begged. “You are always so positive, don’t stop being that now. We will find a way out.”

“No, Matthew, we won’t find a way out. Be realistic, you always are, don’t you stop being that now.”

“There’s got to be a way out!” There had to be one. I was not giving up on Dominic.

“There is one,” Dominic whispered and then he added, almost inaudibly. “But you won’t like it.”

Out of Reach (one-shot)

altogingenting — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 14:27:11 GMT

Title: Out of Reach
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Summary: Matt has always been out of Dom’s reach
Warnings: none
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: Not era specific, set whenever you would like it to be. Inspired by the line “She’s all like she’ll always be, a little far for me to reach” from the song Always Be by Jimmy Eat World, but with she replaced with he of course!

Today is Holly’s (miss_ariake ) and Anita’s (engel_sehnsucht ) birthday, so this is my present for you! I hope you like it :D *sings happy birthday and hugs*

I sighed. The tour had ended and I was alone in my flat. For a couple of minutes I stared out of the window. Rain poured down and people hurried wherever they were headed.

When I pulled my eyes away from the window they landed on a picture of you and me. The picture was taken earlier this year. I missed you, missed you a lot, more than I should. The photo showed both of us smiling and holding our arms on each other’s shoulders. I found myself drowning in you sea blue orbs. They were sea that would always be a little far for me to reach.

You had always been someone my heart treasured dearly. From the day we had taken our first steps in to our friendship, I knew you were here to stay. Your shy madness drew me in and somewhere, sometime my feelings changed. I wanted to be something more than a friend, but that was something that would always be a little far for me to reach.

When my feelings changed I realized how beautiful you were. Your dark hair, so soft and wild, your skin, so pale and smooth, your eyes, so blue and passionate, your cheeky smile which could melt every heart in the world, fragile, yet strong, I loved everything about you. You were so close, yet so far away. We have travelled the world and lived out our dream together. We have spent months living together on the road, but still you were like you’d always been, a little far for me to reach.

I tore myself away from the photo and made myself a cup of tea. I frowned when I realized I made strawberry tea, I preferred fennel tea, but you had always loved the sweet taste of fruit and berries. You had more control over me than you knew. As I drank my tea I had to admit it did taste good.

Why? Why did I have to fall in love you, my best mate? Because you where my best mate, I didn’t dare to try and take our relationship further. I knew it could hurt our friendship and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing it, because I couldn’t live without it. You where so easy to fall in love with, I couldn’t help it, even if I didn’t want to be in love with you I was. You were funny, kind, able to make me smile and trustworthy. You where everything a man could ever want, but of course you where like you had always been, a little far for me to reach.

I finished my cup of tea and went back to the window, rain was still pouring down from the grey clouds. There was no sign of the sun, it was hidden behind the clouds, just like my feelings, hidden away. People often say that what you desire the most is the things you can’t have and they were right. You were what I desired the most, but I can’t have you. You were like you had always been, a little far for me to reach.

I sat in the couch, trying not to think about you, I failed, when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting someone nor could I think of anyone crazy enough to go out for a surprise visit in this weather and I wasn’t in the mood for company so I nearly didn’t open the door. But luckily I opened it, because the person standing on the other side was you.

You were soaked. Water dripped from you hair and clothes.

“Hi, can I come in?” you asked.

“Of course you can!” I answered. “You should get out of those clothes; you are going to get sick if you don’t change them. You can borrow some of mine.”

“Thank you,” you replied and headed for my bedroom.

Moments later you returned, this time in dry clothes.

“So what brought you here in this weather?” I asked.

“I missed you,” you answered with a smile. “I’ve been around you every day for so long now, that it feels wrong not being around you.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I missed you too,” I admitted. “What do you say to ordering some Chinese take away and watch a movie?”

“That would me great,” you smiled.

We sat in the couch and ate and watched a movie, but for some reason you kept changing positions. At first I thought you were looking for a more comfortable position, but after a while I realized you were actually moving closer to me. You only moved about half an inch each time, but by the end of the movie there was only an inch or two left between us.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to look at you.

“Dom?” you said. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I said and felt my cheeks blush. “You are beautiful too.”

“Thanks,” you whispered and closed the gap between us by moving closer and resting your head on my shoulder.

I felt you lips on my cheek and when I turned my head to face you, your cheeks were blushing and you had a shy smile.

I smiled as I leant in to kiss your lips, they were so soft and tasted so sweet. When the kiss ended, you curled up beside me and rested your head in my lap. I played with your hair and smiled, seems like you weren’t too far for me to reach after all.

The Life I Had Before (16/?)

altogingenting — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 18:10:31 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Matthew’s POV

When I arrived at my flat, the door was, to my big surprise, unlocked. I was sure I remembered to lock it when I went out. I stepped inside and closed the door carefully. I listened for any suspicious sounds, but when I couldn’t hear any I went into my living room, where I found a woman sitting on my couch. She was about my age, dressed in black and looked bored and annoyed. It didn’t take me long to figure out why she was here. She was here to check if I had done anything I shouldn’t.

“Finally! Where the hell have you been?” the woman asked.

“Just out,” I answered. “And you are Miss…?”

“It is Mrs. actually, Mrs. Davis,” she answered.

“Okay, Mrs. Davis let’s just get over with this because I’m tired and I want to take a shower and relax,” I said coldly. I had no intentions of being nice to her; normally, I tried to be polite to the agents that were sent over, but she had broken into my flat and I didn’t like it.

“Like I care, just get in the shower. I’ve waited for an hour, I can wait a bit more,” Mrs. Davis replied just as coldly.

“No, I’m not going in the shower while you are here. Just start searching around and ask me whatever you’d like to,” I said annoyed.

“Fine,” she replied through gritted teeth and started to look around in the flat.

I found myself a glass of water and sat down on the couch. Words do not exist for how much I hate having my flat searched and getting questioned. They should know by now that they won’t find anything of interest.

After a while, I figured out that Mrs. Davis must have been new to searching a flat. She was much more carful than the people who had searched it in the past and she didn’t ask questions, so I couldn’t help but make a remark on it.

“First time searching a flat?” I asked.

“As a matter of fact yes,” Mrs. Davis answered. “Does it bother you?”

“What? Having my flat searched or this being your first time?” I asked coldly.

“Fuck you,” she said. “Just so you know; I know you’ve been in contact with Resist. I just need to find proof.”

“Good luck with that, you won’t find anything. I haven’t been in contact with Resist,” I protested.

“You have! Don’t try to tell me that you didn’t write the speech Rose Johnson gave a month or two ago. Those words could only have been written by you. There is no one else who could have written it. The speech practically screamed Matthew Bellamy,” Mrs. Davis said.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but that wasn’t me. Someone else must have copied my way of writing,” I lied.

“Sure,” she mumbled and continued to look around.

“How do you even end up with a job like this?” I asked to distract her.

“I kind of got married to it… Six years ago I started to see someone, but the problem was that I was already seeing someone else. I didn’t know how to tell him, but he found out after two years and threw me out. Our son is living with him for the most part, so my husband offered me a job where he works and I’ve worked my way up,” she answered.

I frowned in disgust; how could she do such a thing? Cheating on someone is bad enough, but for two years? I didn’t know how to respond, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. It was probably for the best; if I had opened my mouth we would most likely end up in a verbal fight. I’d done that once before, the fight and the consequences had been bad, they grounded me for two months.

“Where have you been, by the way?” she asked. “‘Just out’ isn’t an answer.”

“Just out running, I have to keep in shape you know,” I answered. I don’t think the truth would have done me any good in this case, rather the opposite.

“Sure, but to be honest I don’t see why you bother. It’s not like you are going to get a girlfriend with your past. You’re a murderer; I don’t think there are many girls interested in dating a murderer,” she said with a sly smile.

Her remark made me boil with anger. How dare she look down on me? It’s not like she was any better than me. Making people’s lives miserable is what she does for a living and I didn’t mean to do what I did. I formed my hands into fits, rage was burning inside me. I wanted to tell her to piss off, but was afraid of the possible consequences. After a minute I was too angry to keep it in me, since she was new I hoped she wasn’t too familiar with the rules.

“Fuck off! How dare you say such a thing? Look at yourself, you cheated on your ex for two years and now you make lives miserable for a living. What kind of life is that? And I don’t take dating advice from an unfaithful woman. I’m not a murderer; I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to escape. I had a gun pointing at my face, what did you expect me to do? Let her kill me? You don’t know a damn thing about what I have been through, so I suggest you shut the fuck up!” I said angrily.

Mrs. Davis didn’t answer. She was shocked by my outburst. While I had talked I had risen from the couch so I sat back down. I was ready for getting punishment when she, to my surprise, mumbled:

“Sorry.”

I snorted. She could be sorry, but I still meant what I had said. I knew it was evil to bring up the details of her life she had told me, but I meant every word of it. Cheating on your boyfriend for two years is not something a normal person would do.

She searched the rest of the flat in silence and to her annoyance and my relief, she found nothing.

“I know you were involved in that speech, Bellamy and I will prove it, just wait. I will tear you down once and for all. You shouldn’t have insulted me; I will get you back. Just wait and see,” Mrs. Davis spat when she finally left.

As soon as I heard the door close I sighted with relief. I was safe…for now.

Precious Dark (2/3)

altogingenting — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 15:50:38 GMT

Title: Precious Dark
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The Doctor, the sonic-screwdriver and the TARDIS to my fics: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Summary: Dominic is the prey and Matthew is the hunter
Warnings: Sexual content, language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Okay, I know I said this was a one-shot, but it’s now a three part :) So here is part two, I hope you like it!

The Bellamy Mansion was the kind of mansion you mainly see in movies. It was old, huge, gorgeous and on top of a hill. The sun was slowly going to bed behind the hill and it gave the mansion an eerie feeling to it.

Just outside the gateway to the Bellamy Mansion, Dominic stood and stared at the mansion. He held the note from yesterday in his hand. He, like everyone else in this area of London, knew the ghost stories about the Bellamy Mansion very well. But now that he knew, or at least had a pretty clear idea of what had really happened, it felt wrong; it was supposed to be a mystery.

~*~

In the 1800’s George Bellamy had a gigantic mansion built just outside London. He wanted the house to be the family pride; his oldest son Paul would inherit it when he died. Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy had two sons, the firstborn Paul and his younger brother, Matthew. They were a respected family whom most people thought highly of and other families begged Mr. Bellamy to introduce their daughters to his sons.

As George Bellamy’s sons grew up, Paul showed a good attitude towards women, loved the upper-class life and the whole city spoke well of him. His brother Matthew was the complete opposite; he didn’t care for any women apart from prostitutes and was often seen around the lower class. The upper class spoke badly about him, the middle class didn’t speak of him at all, and the lower class praised him. They said he showed that we all are in reality lower class people, some of us just believe they are better, when they are not.

One day, Matthew disappeared and no one saw him for a year. The rumours said he had left the city together with a handsome young man. The Bellamys spent a month searching for him, but in the end they gave up. They thought he was gone forever, but one night he appeared out of nowhere on their doorstep. In euphoria they let him in at once; their lost son had returned.

Only a week after the return of Matthew, Paul was reported murdered. It was said that he was found torn to pieces in his bed. Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy were crushed; their perfect firstborn was dead. About a week later Mr. Bellamy changed his will and testament so Matthew would now inherit the mansion. The day after the change in the will had been made, Mrs. and Mr. Bellamy were found killed and torn to pieces in a back alley in a dodgy part of London. Of course Matthew was suspected to be the murderer, but he was nowhere to be found. People started to believe he was dead, too.

For a long time the Bellamy Mansion was left alone, but one day, five young lads decided to take a look inside. Only one of the five lads returned. He said the mansion was haunted by an evil demon that had killed and torn the other four to pieces.

~*~

Dominic looked at the sun; five more minutes now and it would be gone. Five more minutes and he would, for the second time, meet the creature who had killed his own family for the sake of a house, but had made sure Dom was comfortable after he had intercourse with him.

The sun was gone and Dom walked trough the gateway and up the hill to the mansion. He hesitated when he reached the door; should he knock or just walk right in? He didn’t have to worry for long because all of the sudden, the door opened and a smiling Matthew greeted him.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” Matthew smiled.

“Hi, it’s nice, well I guess pleasure is the right word, to see you again,” Dominic said.

“Pleasure is definitely the right word,” Matthew said seductively.

Matthew gripped Dom’s hand and pulled him inside. He pinned Dom against the wall locked his lips on Dom’s. Dominic kissed him hungrily back, while Matthew gently stroked the inside of Dom’s thighs. Matthew kissed the spot he had bit down upon the night before and a moan escaped Dominic’s mouth.

“I hope you like handcuffs,” the brunette said and dragged the blonde away from the entrance.

On their way to the bedroom, they passed a living room, a hall, a music room and a library which all seemed to have been untouched since the 19^th century. Matthew opened the door to a bedroom and Dom’s jaw dropped at the sight; the room was huge. There was a fireplace with two armchairs and a bookshelf standing beside it, an old desk with old pictures and journals lying on top of it and a gigantic canopy bed.

Dom didn’t get to look around in the room for long before Matthew dragged him towards the bed.

“This is coming off,” Matthew said and pointed at Dom’s shirt.

Matthew unbuttoned Dom’s shirt and moaned at the sight of tanned skin. He kissed Dominic’s nipples and continued to kiss his way down to the waistband of Dom’s jeans. He kissed the bulge in Dominic pants trough the fabric.

“Fuck,” the blonde moaned in pleasure.

Matthew smiled and pulled down Dom’s pants and boxers before he pushed him towards the bed. Dom let himself fall down in the soft four-poster bed. Handcuffs dangled from Matthew’s hands, and still dressed, he placed a knee on each side of Dom’s stomach and handcuffed his hands to the bedposts.

Dominic spread his legs, hoping that Matthew would undress himself, but Matthew had other plans. He made his way to the end of the bed and made sure that Dom had a good view of him, before he started to undress. Matthew unbuttoned his shirt slowly and palmed himself through his trousers once before he decided it was time to get rid of all of his clothes.

Dominic was tempted to groan at Matthew’s teasing, but knowing one that one wrong move could cost him his life, he didn’t dare. The brunette finally walked over to Dom and stroke gently on his thighs.

“So soft skin,” Matthew sighed as he studied Dom. “So tan and alive.”

Grey lust filled eyes met blue as a wet kiss was pressed against Dom’s lips and his nipples were gently pinched by a pair of cold hands. Matthew lay down on top of Dom and the feeling of skin against skin aroused both of them even more than they already were.

Matthew offered Dom three of his fingers which Dom accepted without hesitation and sucked hungrily at them. Matthew’s other hand found its way to Dominic’s hard cock and wrapped around it. Slow strokes back and forth caused moans to escape the mouth of the cock’s owner. The moans made Matthew close his eyes in satisfaction.

The fingers were removed from Dominic’s mouth and one of them circled his entrance before Matthew pushed it gently inside. One finger became two and two became three. When Matthew was stretching him, one of his long slender fingers hit Dom’s prostate. Dom screamed out in pleasure and the fingers were removed. Dominic whimpered at the loss of skin contact, but the whimper turned into a moan as the fingers were replaced by a hard cock.

Matthew smeared Dom’s pre-come over Dom’s cock and licked along his own finger.

“You taste just as good today,” Matthew moaned.

In time with his thrusts Matthew wanked Dom, as he set up the pace moans became more frequent from both parties.

“Shit, I’m…” Dom moaned and pulled at the chains.

Just split seconds before Dominic came, Matthew bit down upon the same spot as he had yesterday. Once again, his mouth was filled with Dom’s blood. The ruby coloured and iron tasting blood sent Matthew over the peak; he couldn’t remember ever feeling a pleasure that satisfying.

For a couple of seconds, Matthew laid still on top if Dominic, he eventually got up and dressed. Matthew looked over at Dom who lay passed out on the bed. His hands were still handcuffed to the bed, there were blood stains on his neck and his summer tan had gone slightly paler.

What should he do? Matthew wondered. He should just leave him there instinct told him, but even deeper emotions told him to make sure he was okay. His emotions won and Matthew uncuffed Dom, got him dressed and put the duvet around him. Smiling, Matthew bent down and licked the blood stains on Dominic’s neck. The blood still tasted sweet.

Matthew was about to leave the room when he turned around and looked at Dominic. He knew he should leave him and forget him, but he couldn’t. Dom’s blood was so sweet; Matthew couldn’t let it go because he was growing addicted to it. He saw that the prey’s skin had gotten paler because of the blood loss; he knew drinking from him once more would be risky, it could cost Dominic his life. But that didn’t matter, did it? Matthew wasn’t sure, but he knew he had to have more of Dom’s blood.

He ran down to the cellar, where he found a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled a note and ran back upstairs and placed the note on the bedside table. All he could do now was to hope that Dominic did what stood on the note.

Paradise Comes at a Price (2/5ish)

altogingenting — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:11:44 GMT

Title: Paradise Comes At a Price
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always lovely and fantastic miss_ariake , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG13
Summary: What does a contract killer do when his next victim is his lover?
Warnings: language, mention of murder, (overall: death)
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: AU

Here is the second chapter, I hope you like it!

The clock read 6 AM, and Dominic and I were on a train from London to Cardiff, set to arrive there at 8 AM. We had been on the train for half an hour and Dominic was sleeping with his head resting against my shoulder. Luckily, he hadn’t mentioned anything about my breakdown last night, but I was pretty sure he was worried about me; I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me earlier this morning.

While Dominic slept for the whole train ride, I was unable to rest; there was too much going on in my head. I didn’t know if our little runaway would help us at all and I had to figure out how I could get rid of Mrs. Adams, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that I had to tell Dominic what was going on. What would he think of me? Would he still love me? When I had made the decision to tell him a couple of days ago it at all seemed so easy, now it didn’t.

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“Dominic, you have to wake up. We’re in Cardiff now,” I said gently and shook him carefully to stir him.

“What? Ah, oh, we’re here,” he said as he got up.

We grabbed our luggage and got out of the train. I took his hand in mine as we headed for the Wales Millennium Centre and Roald Dahl Plass, which was where I had agreed to meet up with Arian.

As we were admiring the Water Tower, I saw a familiar figure approaching. It was Arian, he waved when he spotted us and we waved back.



“Helo, mae’n wych qweld chi ddwy eto!*”

“It’s good to see you, Arian. Now, I know you are a proud Welshman, but can we speak English please? Because I have no idea what you just said,” I grumbled to Arian before I turned to Dominic. “Arian is very proud of his Welsh heritage and loves to speak Welsh in front of me since I can’t understand a word of it and that annoys me, but he thinks it is funny.”

Both Arian and Dominic laughed.

“That’s okay, I’ll speak English. I just said it was wonderful to see you two again,” Arian smiled. “But let’s get going, we have a long drive ahead of us.”

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Somehow, I managed to not think about the situation during our ride to Aberystwyth. We eventually arrived there around noon; I’d asked Arian to show Dominic around in the city, while I sorted out some work stuff. That being, trying to figure out who Mrs. Adams was. I could only remember killing two Mr. Adams’; one of them had been a big drug dealer while the other was a rather dodgy businessman. Now I had to figure out to which of these men Mrs. Adams had been married to.

I headed to the public library to search up the cases online in hope of figuring out who she was. After two quick searches, I found out that Mrs. Adams had been married to the businessman. I could only think of one possible way Dominic and I could escape; I had to kill Mrs. Adams. The thought frightened me; I might kill on other people’s behalf, but to kill someone for myself felt, well, scary.

When I left the library, a young man stopped me.

“Excuse me, are you Matthew Bellamy?” the man asked.

“Yes, that would be me…” Who the fuck was this guy? Was he someone I should have recognized?

“You forgot to check your mail yesterday, but don’t worry, here is your letter,” the man said and handed me an envelope. “And here is a letter from today.” He handed me another envelope and left me.

On both of the envelopes there was written M. B. in a swirly handwriting. The man’s words had scared me. How did he know who I was and why did he have my post? I opened the first envelope first.

‘You wasted your first day, but that’s not my problem. Two days M. B., that’s all you got left.’ the letter read.

“Fuck!” I said out load, this was not good. I opened the second envelope.

‘I said there was no use in running away, but still you tried to. I can’t help but wonder, why did you run away to Aberystwyth, not a bigger city? Wouldn’t it be easier to hide in, let’s say Birmingham? Easier for my boys then. You are wasting time M. B.; you only got what is left of today and tomorrow. Your funeral, not mine.’

This was definitely not good. I didn’t think she would find me so easily. What was I supposed to do now? One thing was for sure, Dominic and I needed to get back to London the next day. The only chance of surviving I saw was to break and enter her house and kill her and her allies. The best thing would have been to leave Aberystwyth in that moment, but that stupid bus that drove to Cardiff only left at 6:20AM and I didn’t feel like asking Arian to drive us back already, I hadn’t even told him why I was running away from London yet. Besides, it would probably wake suspicion in Dominic and that was the last thing I needed now. No, we were leaving the next day.

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I was just a couple of metres from Arian’s house when I saw a familiar woman, Mrs. Adams. When I saw her I swallowed nervously, what was she doing here?

“I told you there was no use in running away. Did you get your mail? You are wasting your time, Matthew; you’ve got less than 48 hours to kill him. Or do you want me to take your life as well? Don’t you value your life?” she asked with a cold smile.

“I’m not killing him,” I protested. “Of course I’m valuing my life, but my life is nothing without him. I’m not killing him. I will find a way out.”

“I’d like to see that. Sorry, but you won’t find a way out. You would do well to believe me this time.”

I stood glued to the spot for a couple of minutes after Mrs. Adams had left. My whole plan had fallen down the drain. She was here. What could I do now? As I walked towards Arian’s house, I realised what I had to do. I had to kill her here in Aberystwyth, but first I owed Arian an explanation. I also owed Dominic an explanation, but that would be after I had cleared up this mess. I couldn’t risk him getting mad at me and running off when Mrs. Adams was out to kill him.

Just before I knocked on the door, I sent a text message to Arian.

<<I’ll explain every thing about one hour after I “go to bed”. We’ll met in the living room.>>

I spent that evening eating dinner and watching a movie with Arian and Dominic; it would have been a fantastic evening had it not been for the guilt constantly nagging in the back of my mind. Soon enough, Dominic and I headed upstairs to the guest bedroom.

“Is everything okay?” Dominic asked. “You seem a bit frightened.”

“I am frightened,” I admitted with a sigh. “Everything seems to go against me.”

“Don’t say that, it will be fine,” he said and pulled me into a tight hug. “And remember I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” I whispered and silent tears fell from my eyes.

Dominic saw my tears and kissed them away. “Are you sure everything is fine?”

“Yes,” I lied. “I just don’t know what I would do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to be without me then. I love you, Matthew and I always will,” he said and his hands stroked gently over my cheeks.

Even though I was scared a smile appeared at those words. “I love you too.”

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Just over an hour had past since Dominic and I went to bed. I put on some clothes and tip-toed downstairs to meet Arian. When I got into the living room, Arian was already waiting there.

“So what is going on?”

I sat down and told him everything about the situation. After I had finished relaying the facts to him, Arian had a shocked expression.

“What the fuck? That woman is mad! What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed, “But I have to figure out something quickly, I’ve only got tomorrow left!”

“Just let me know if you need any help, you know I’ll do everything I can to help you,” Arian said.

“Thanks, I’ll let you know if I need anything,” I said. “Thank you so much”

When I returned to the guestroom, Dominic was sat up on the bed and his eyes were filled with tears, looking straight at me:

“I heard everything. Why, Matthew? Why?”

*= Hello, it is wonderful to see you two again. Had to rely on Google Translate so it might be wrong

The Life I Had Before (15/?)

altogingenting — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 20:45:56 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: none
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Dominic’s POV

I woke up with a smile on my face; last night was fantastic. A brown spiky-haired head rested on my chest. I couldn’t help it; I had to touch Matthew’s hair. I brushed my hand gently through his hair; it felt good and soft against my fingers. We had moved a little fast last night, but I didn’t regret it. What if Matt regretted it? I started to worry; if he regretted it, we couldn’t blame it on alcohol as we didn’t drink enough of it to let it take the blame.

Nearly fifteen minutes after I woke up, Matthew decided it was time to wave goodbye to the land of dreams.

“Good morning,” I smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Good morning,” he replied and kissed me. When he pulled back he had a scared look on his face. I guessed he had the same thought as I had earlier.

“It’s okay, I don’t regret it,” I said.

Matt calmed down at my words and his lovely smile reappeared.

“That’s good to hear. I know we took a step too much last night, but I don’t regret it either,” he said with a smile.

“But maybe we should take one step at the time from now on? I don’t want this to get messed up,” I said. I was afraid moving too fast would end in disaster.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Matthew smiled. “Now, what do you say to some breakfast?”

The thought of breakfast got both of us quickly out of bed and as we ate, there was a comfortable silence. I couldn’t help but gently rub Matt’s feet with my own. When I did, his eyes met mine and he blushed. We continued to play with each other’s feet under the table for a while. After nearly five minutes we both burst out in giggles. It felt so good to have someone to be silly around. I felt good around Matthew, I felt like I was worth something more when I was around him.

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The clock had just passed 2PM when I kissed Matthew goodbye. I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t stay there for the rest of the weekend either. First when I unlocked the door to my house I remembered a very important thing: William.

When Matt had invited me to stay last night, I had become blinded with desire and dare I say, love. How on earth was I going to explain William why I hadn’t come home before now? I had told him I was having a dinner with a friend and they normally don’t take until 2:15PM the day after.

“There you are! I didn’t know you had to work today, I thought you had today off,” William said as he heard the door close.

“So did I, but Arthur is sick so I had to fill in for him,” I lied. I was thankful that William just thought I had been at work, that way I didn’t need to find a reasonable excuse.

Lying to William made me feel bad. I shouldn’t have to lie about such a simple thing, but it wasn’t that simple at the same time. The only person he had ever seen me together with was his mum, Annie. I’ll admit that there were a couple of one-night stands and attempted relationships, but none of them lasted long enough for me to introduce them to him, so I didn’t have an idea on how he would react to the fact that I was seeing someone. The fact that this someone was a male made it even harder. I didn’t think William would have anything against it, but still, it made things harder for obvious reasons.

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Just over a week passed since the night in Matt’s flat. Not much had changed between us; we still ate lunch together when our work schedules allowed us to and sometimes met up after work for a drink or a walk. But the little changes that happened between us meant the world to me, the smiling looks he wasn’t afraid of giving me anymore, the hugs and the kisses. They were all just small signs of affection, but they meant everything. They meant so much more than the average stranger would ever understand, they were a confirmation that gender didn’t matter.

Matthew and I were having a little walk after work when I got a text from Chris.

‘Hi, some mates of mine and I are playing a game of football this evening. Want to join in? I know you don’t like it, but it will be fun. I promise! And you are free to bring more people if you want. 7 o’clock at the field just around the corner from my house.’

“Matt, Chris is asking if I want to join him for a game of football this evening and I’m free to bring people along. Do you want to come along?” I asked.

“I’d love to, but I suck at football,” Matthew laughed.

“No worries, so do I. It’s just for fun,” I smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” he said. “Does Chris know about us?”

“No, I haven’t told him yet. I wanted to make sure you were okay with it,” I said.

“Thanks, but of course I’m okay with it. I let you kiss me in public, so I have no trouble letting people know,” he said, and to demonstrate how okay he was with it, he leant in for a kiss.

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Matt didn’t lie when he said he sucked at football, he was nearly as bad as myself and I was as far from good as you could possibly get, but we still had a lot of fun. It had been way too long since I had done something like that. I was thankful for William not being there, he would have probably hidden in shame at his dad’s awful attempt at playing football.

When the game was over and people started to head home, Chris walked over to Matthew and me.

“Nice to meet you Matthew, hope you had fun,” Chris said to Matthew. We hadn’t told him about us since the situation seemed wrong. But I guess he suspected it.

“Nice you to meet you too. I had a lot of fun, but as you saw, I’m not very good,” Matt laughed.

“You’re better than Dom,” Chris laughed.

“Oi!” I said and gave Chris a playful punch in the arm.

“Ouch! But Matt is better than you, not that you need to be very good to be that,” Chris smiled. “See you later!”

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“Thank you for letting me come along, I’ve had so much fun today,” Matthew said as we were to part to get back to our own places.

“I should thank you, it wouldn’t have been the same with out you,” I smiled.

“I know, you would have been the only one who is awful at football,” he teased.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said pretending to be offended.

“I know, I just couldn’t help it,” he smiled and gave me a gentle kiss. “See you tomorrow, Dom!”

“Take care,” I replied and watched as he disappeared down the road. I didn’t continue the walk home until I couldn’t see him anymore.

Paradise Comes At a Price (1/5ish)

altogingenting — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:28:39 GMT

This mini series will have about 5 chapters. It’s a bit different from what I have written before, but I hope you like and enjoy it! :D

I’m Matthew James Bellamy; my friends and family know me as Matthew or Bells, a guy who perhaps has some high position in some office. But that’s not true, I’m not Matthew, I’m M. B., one of the most talented murderers in the whole of the United Kingdom. I am a murderer, but I’ve never been caught, I’ve never even been a suspect. I don’t kill people because I hate them; I kill people because other people want to get rid of them. I’m a contract killer. Why do I kill people for a living, you may ask? The answer is simple; it is good paid and I seem to have a talent for it. I’ll work for anyone: the government, thieves, rebellion groups and the military. I’ll work for everyone at the same time, no-one is safe. If they are willing to pay, I’m willing to kill.

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I found myself face-to-face with my love and two guns are pressed against our temples. Tears were silently streaming down our cheeks. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end; we were supposed to grow old together, not die in our early thirties. My vision is blurred due to my tears, but I’m still able to see your beauty. Even though your eyes are filled with sadness and fear, they still shine.

“Count down together?” Dominic asked in a whisper, his voice was so weak.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I love you, remember that.”

“Of course!” he said. “I love you too.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

I heard a bullet go off and the last three days of my life passed before my eyes, letting me see how I ended up in this mess.

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“You’ve finally woken up,” I smiled as Dominic entered the kitchen.

Dominic is my boyfriend; we’ve been together for nearly eight years. He doesn’t know about my job, but that is going to change, I’m going to tell him. Dominic is a brilliant guy, I love him with all of my heart and he loves me. That is why I have decided it is time to come clean, but first, I had a meeting and possibly a job to do.

“I’m working late today, so there’s no need for me to get up early. I thought you worked late as well though?” Dominic said as he sat down at the kitchen table with his morning cup of coffee.

“Change in the schedule. I’ve got an early meeting, but I don’t know how the rest of my day will be. I guess it depends on how the meeting goes,” I said as I ate the last pieces of my breakfast.

“Let’s hope they let you go early, I hate spending the evening alone,” he said smiling.

“Yes, let’s hope so,” I kissed his lips goodbye. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Dominic smiled in reply.

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I was heading towards an old hangar, which was the place I had agreed to meet Mrs. Adams, the woman who was going to give me my next mission. As I entered the hangar, Mrs. Adams was already there. She had long blonde hair, an awful trout pout and was wearing a fur coat and big sunglasses. Two big guys in suits were standing on either side of her.

“Mrs. Adams?” I asked.

“Yes, that would be me. M. B. I presume?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

“Of course. The man I want you to kill is the man on this photo,” Mrs. Adams handed me a photo but when I looked at it, I froze in shock. The pictured showed a man I knew. He had blonde hair and a bright smile. It was Dominic.

“His name is Dominic James Howard, but judging by your expression, I think you already know that,” Mrs. Adams said with venom in her voice.

“What has he done to make you want him killed?” There was no way this was going to happen.

“Nothing,” she simply answered.

“Then why?” I asked.

“You killed my husband, so I demand you to kill your partner. I guess, you could call it revenge.” Mrs Adams said with an evil smile.

“What the fuck? That is not how it works! And how the hell did you even figure out that Dominic is my partner?” This definitely was not going to happen.

“An ally of mine followed you home… oh, and Facebook is a wonderful website you know. You shouldn’t have used your initials as a contact name in this business,” she shook her head and gave me a sarcastic look of sympathy.

“What if I refuse?” I asked with my voice raised. If she seriously thought I was going to kill my own partner, she was terribly wrong.

“Well, I thought you might do that. Let’s just say that these two guys can kill too. They may not be as talented as you, but get the job done.”

“Don’t you dare touch him.”

“You’ve got three days to kill him, or else both you and your lover will be killed,” she shook her head at me. “Don’t even think of running away, it won’t help you, but I guess you already knew that. Three days is all you get and today, is day one.”

With that, Mrs. Adams gestured to both of the men beside her and the three of them walked out of the building. I was left alone in the hangar.

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I had lost count of how many times I had paced up and down the streets of the city when I finally decided to go home. How could I possibly face Dominic now? For all those years I had kept him in the dark, hoping it would keep him safe. But I had been wrong, he wasn’t safe. Just as I passed the library though, an idea hit me. Mrs. Adams said I shouldn’t think about running away, but there was no point in not trying.

As I entered the library, I found a vacant computer and sat at it. Where the fuck could we go? After nearly an hour of thinking, I eventually settled on Aberystwyth. The reason for choosing Aberystwyth was because I had a friend in the same business as myself who lived there. We could stay there without having to check in at a hotel and a quick search on the internet had showed that we could get there without too much hassle and in less than a day. Now all I could do was to hope that my friend was home. Scared of using my own phone, I asked a random stranger in the library if I could borrow their phone. On the fourth ring, the phone was answered and the voice on the other end spoke up.

“This is Arian speaking,”

“Hi, it’s me, Matthew.”

“Oh hi, I didn’t know it was you. Why aren’t you using your own phone? Are you in trouble?” Arian asked.

“You could say so, it’s a long story, I’ll tell you later; are you home at home for the next couple of days, nothing planned or otherwise?”

“I’m home and no upcoming missions, how come?” Arian asked.

“Dominic and I need a place to stay for a couple of days… and I need to sort out some stuff.”

“Oh, I see. You can stay at my place until you’ve sorted yourself out. Does Dominic know about your uhh, profession?”

“No, Dominic doesn’t know, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t mentioned it around him,” I sighed in response.

“Of course, but you should tell him, you know,”

“Yes, I know and I will do it, but not now. Maybe after I’ve sorted this mess out. See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow, if that’s okay? Oh, and will you be able to pick us up in Cardiff at 8AM?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine. See you tomorrow then,” Arian answered and hung up.

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When I stepped inside the living room, I found Dominic sitting on the couch watching something on the TV. His eyes lit up as he saw me and a smile spread on his lips, a smile I couldn’t return because of my guilt. I was the reason this man was in danger.

“Is there something wrong, Bells? How did the meeting go?” he asked as I sat down on the couch besides him.

“It went straight to hell,” I said, that wasn’t a lie. However, the next thing I said was. “I need to go to Aberystwyth to do some work stuff. Come with me? You’re off from work until Monday, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I got four days off, starting tomorrow, from Friday to Monday. Of course I’ll come with you,” he answered and kissed my cheek. “When are we leaving and where did you say we were going?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning and we are going to Aberystwyth.”

“Aberystwyth? Isn’t that in Wales?”

“Yes, it is. We’ll be taking the train to Cardiff and a business friend of mine, Arian; you’ve met him before, he’ll pick us up and drive to Aberystwyth, it should take about five or six hours,”

“Wouldn’t it be faster to take a plane or something?” Dominic asked.

“I don’t know. That was the route my boss gave me, so I think we’ll stick to that,” I answered.

“Sure,” Dominic said, trying to kiss me but I pulled away, I felt too guilty to accept his embrace. “What’s wrong, Matthew? Look at me, what’s wrong?”

He took my face in his hands and forced me to look into his eyes, they were filled with concern.

“I…” I started. I wanted to tell him everything, but how could I? I burst into tears and whispered: “I love you.”

Dominic took me in his arms and rocked me gently. He placed a kiss on my forehead and whispered: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Precious Dark (One-shot)

altogingenting — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 21:33:06 GMT

Title: Precious Dark
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The Doctor, the sonic-screwdriver and TARDIS to my fics: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Summary: Dominic is the prey and Matthew is the hunter
Warnings: Sexual content, language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Hope you guys like it :D

Dim lights shone in Precious Dark, a club just outside London. The interior had a dark Victorian look and industrial music flew from the speakers. The club was mildly crowded and just like the interior, most of the people wore dark Victorian and Edwardian inspired clothes. The women wore corsets and/or long dresses and the men wore waistcoats and bowties. People acted sophisticated in the bar area, however the dance floor was a completely different matter, it was animalistic.

Dominic sipped at his wine and looked around in Precious Dark, he knew the game. He had played it before; if you played it once, you would come back for more. He was the prey waiting for his hunter.

A woman with long blond hair approached him.

“Would you like to dance?” she asked.

Dom studied her; she wore a short tight black leather dress and her hair reached just below her breasts. The corset highlighted her already beautiful curves.

“No, thanks,” Dom answered.

The blonde woman looked at him with an expression furious rage mixed with curiosity, she was the hunter and he was the prey, he shouldn’t say anything apart from yes.

“You’re just not my type,” he apologized.

“I understand,” she said with a wink. “I hope you find your type.”

Matthew searched the club for anyone interesting, most of the people he didn’t feel any attraction to and he was about to give up when a blond man sitting at the bar caught his eye. He had a fit frame and wore tight black jeans, a blue leopard printed shirt and a black leather jacket. He looked stunning.

Matthew was just about to make his way over to him, when he saw that he was chatting with a long haired blonde, Elizabeth. Matthew sighed. It seemed like luck wasn’t on his side this night. To his big surprise, Elizabeth was turned down by the man. Prey had only one reason to turn down a hunter. Matthew smiled; maybe luck was on his side after all.

A dark haired man walked towards Dom. His skin was pale as snow, his eyes blue as the sea and he had a slim frame. He wore a black trousers and black jacket over a white shirt and a grey waistcoat. He looked stunning.

“How are you, sir?” the brunette asked.

“I’m fine, thanks. And you?” Dominic replied.

“I am fine as well,” he smiled. “Would you like a dance?”

“Defiantly,” Dominic said with a smile.

Dominic left his glass of wine as the brunette grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the dance floor. The stranger wasn’t subtle, his body was close to Dominic’s and his hands mapped the outline of Dom’s frame. He felt his hips rub against the smaller man’s and a pair of thin lips against his neck.

“What is your name, gorgeous?” he asked.

“Dom,” Dom answered.

“That is short for Dominic I presume,” the smaller man replied.

“Yep, it is. What’s your name?” Dom asked.

“My name is Matthew,” he answered.

“That’s long for Matt I suppose,” Dominic said.

“If you want it to be,” Matthew whispered in to Dom’s ear and let his tongue lick gently on Dom’s earlobe.

Matthew trailed kisses along Dominic’s neck. His hands crept under Dom’s shirt and he could feel his warm, soft skin against his own hands. He pulled Dom closer to himself as his lips caught Dom’s. He sucked and bit gently on Dominic’s bottom lip and in return Dominic opened his mouth and let Matthew slip his tongue inside.

Matthew’s hands were on Dom’s back, pulling him close. Through the layers of clothes Matthew could feel Dominic growing hard and a smile broke out on his lips at the feeling.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Matthew asked and let his hips gently buck into Dom’s.

“Oh, yes,” Dominic moaned in answer.

“I am delighted to hear that. I cannot wait to taste you,” Matthew smiled and sucked at Dominic’s neck.

As Matthew continued to kiss and press himself against Dom, Dom could feel a growing desire and need for the man who woke arousal in him. He wanted to ask Matthew to take him away from the dance floor, but he knew he was the prey and Matthew the hunter, so Matthew would be the one to decide when to leave the dance floor.

As if Matthew could read Dom’s thoughts, he gestured for Dom to leave the dance floor with him. They headed for a back door leading to a dark back alley. As soon as they were outside, Matthew pinned Dominic against the wall and kissed him desperately. His hands started to fumble with the shirt buttons. Dom got rid of his leather jacket and forced Matthew’s jacket and waistcoat of, so he could unbutton his shirt.

Matthew let out a moan at the sight of Dominic’s summer-tanned skin. He let his hand brush over the skin; it felt so warm, soft and alive. Matthew’s pale hand, which hadn’t seen daylight for as long as he could remember, looked even paler against Dom’s skin.

Dom had also managed to open the brunette’s shirt. Matthew’s chest was pale and filled with scars, but still beautiful. Dominic kissed both of Matthew’s nipples; in response, Matt moaned and started to work on Dom’s pants.

The blonde’s pants were soon beneath his knees and Matthew licked his lips at the sight of Dominic’s hard cock.

“When I said I could not wait to taste you, this was not what I had in mind,” Matthew smiled. “But I hope you do not mind me tasting this part as well?”

“I don’t mind at…” Dom started, but his reply turned into a moan as Matthew’s lips pressed a kiss against the head of his cock. “Fuck! That feels so good.”

Matthew’s tongue licked along the hard cock in front of him a couple of times before he wrapped his lips around it. He bobbed his head slowly back and forth to begin with and with time, he increased the pace. Dom’s hands were in Matthew’s hair holding him in place. As time passed Dominic’s breath became heavier and the moans and his swears became more frequent

“You do taste marvellous, but I want to taste even more of you,” Matthew said as he started to kiss, suck and lick his way up from Dom’s groin to his mouth.

Matthew’s tongue flicked inside Dom’s bellybutton, kissed both of his nipples and sucked at his bottom lip. As Matthew kissed Dominic, Dominic started to work Matthew’s pants.

“Oh, Dominic, you are so eager,” the brunette smiled. “I like it.”

Matthew helped the blond to remove his pants. He took Dom’s hand in his and led the hand to his cock. He moaned at the feeling of a warm hand closing around him, pulling back and forth. Matthew took one of his own hands and wrapped it around Dom’s dick. Matthew brushed his thumb over the head of Dominic’s cock and smeared out the pre-come that had leaked before he started to slowly drag his hand back and forth.

Matthew bit gently at Dom’s lip before he asked: “Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes I am,” Dominic moaned in answer.

A big smile spread across Matthew’s lips when Dominic stretched his neck in invitation to him. Matthew inhaled the smell of Dominic; it was a mix between aftershave, sweat and sex and he loved it. He kissed a sensitive spot at Dom’s neck and searched for an easy accessible vein. Matthew found one and bit down.

The blood tasted sweet in Matthew’s mouth. Dominic’s blood had a great taste, just the right amount of sweetness and iron.

Dominic felt Matthew’s sharp teeth in his flesh and Matt’s lips on his neck as he drank blood from him. He felt a dark and lust filled bliss spread in his body.

Dom’s blood did wonders for Matthew, he could not remember ever tasting blood so delicious and soon he was a part of the same bliss as Dominic.

When the state of bliss disappeared Dominic collapsed. The collapse didn’t wake any reaction in Matthew, it wasn’t unusual. Humans would often pass out because of the blood loss.

Matthew wiped the blood around his mouth away with the back of his hand and got himself dressed. He shot a glance at Dominic, who lay half undressed and in an awkward and uncomfortable position on the ground. Normally Matthew didn’t care about the humans he used for sex and blood, but there was something about Dom that made Matthew unable to leave him in a condition like this.

Matthew bent down to Dom and pulled up his pants. He buttoned his shirt and laid the leather jacket around him. Matthew pulled Dominic to a sitting position under the roof of Precious Dark in the back alley.

Matthew looked at Dominic; he wanted to see him and to taste him again. He ran into Precious Dark after a pen and a piece of paper. He wrote a note and stuck it inside one of the pockets of Dominic’s leather jacket, before he left with a smile on his cold lips.

~*~

Bright light made Dominic squint his eyes when he woke up next morning in the back alley. He looked around himself and saw a lot of half-dressed and passed out humans lying around in uncomfortable positions.

To Dominic’s big surprise he found himself in a rather comfortable position and dressed. He had passed out as soon as his orgasm disappeared, which meant that the reason for his comfort was Matthew. Matthew had cared for him more than humans normally were cared for. Dom smiled at the thought, he had made Matthew change his normal behaviour towards humans, unless he just was very caring, but he doubted that.

Dominic got to his feet and was about to start the walk home, when he discovered a note in his pocket. A huge grin spread on his face as he read the message written in an old-fashioned handwriting.

‘The old “haunted” Bellamy Mansion tonight after sunset?’

Photographer's Eyes (One-Shot)

altogingenting — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 21:46:59 GMT

Title: Photographer’s Eyes
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt and Dom are up to something and Tom knows it
Warnings: None
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: So this is something I’ve wanted to write for a long time: Belldom from a different POV. So here is a Belldom from Tom’s POV. Hope you like it! :D

They think we don’t notice it, but we do, or at least I do. They are up to something, I know it. The way they are always sneaking of and whispering tells me that they are hiding something and I’m going to find out what.

We are backstage, tonight’s gig is finished. I keep an eye, well, both of my eyes, on Matt and Dom. Tonight I am going to figure out what they are up to.

After about half an hour they sneak of as per usual. I grab my jacket and follow them. I keep some distance so they won’t notice me. As they walk I can’t see anything suspicious. Matt and Dom are just walking while they talk, joke and laugh, nothing out of the ordinary.

When they reach the hotel we are staying at, I stop outside. Maybe they are just going to bead early? The hotel beds are a lot better than the bunks in the bus, so I understand their decision. Getting a good night’s sleep is a good idea. I follow their footsteps and decide to take an early evening. It’s first when I lay in bed I remember something important: Matt and Dom sneaks of when we are staying in the bus as well.

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I tap my fingers against the table. Where are Matt and Dom? They have an interview in five minutes. Chris is already here and that is a bit weird as Chris is usually the late one as he often talks with his family on the phone.

At last Matt and Dom arrive, with only two minutes to go. Both of them are slightly out of breath and their clothes are a bit messed up and wrinkled.

“What took you so long?” I ask.

Matt and Dom look desperately at each other like they are searching for an excuse.

“Well, we…um,” Dom say.

“Did you oversleep?” I suggest to help them out.

“Yes! We overslept,” Matt say enthusiastically.

“Okay, you better head over to the interview. You can’t keep the press waiting, can we?” I say with a smile.

Overslept? That’s bullshit. They were up to something, because you have to be pretty desperate for an excuse when you manage to forget that we all ate breakfast together two hors ago. Because of this I am a 100% sure that Matt and Dom are up to something and I am determined to find out what.

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The club is filled to the brink and I love it. There are people everywhere and it’s a fantastic atmosphere. We’ve been in the club for almost an hour and by now I would normally have slipped down a least one drink, but not tonight. I have decided to stay sober so I can keep my eyes on Matt and Dom. Both of them are out on the dance floor dancing with some random birds which is perfectly normal.

We’ve only been to the club for one and a half hour when I see Matt and Dom heading for the exit. That is unusual. Once again I follow them from a distance. They are clingier this time, but after a couple of drinks that is normal for them. I follow them having no idea where they are headed. I’m quite surprised when it turns out that they are heading to the bus. Are they really just going to bed? I find that hard to believe. Maybe they are getting old?

Matt and Dom can sleep if they want to, but I’m not going to waste the night. I’m going to hit this town and I’m hitting it hard.

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I find myself backstage after a fantastic gig, the atmosphere is wonderful. Every one is happy and pleased with the gig; we are all having a drink when I spot Matt and Dom whispering in a corner. Are they going to sneak of again? Seems like they are because minutes later they are both tip-toeing their way to the door.

Should I follow them? Both the times I’ve done so, it has always turned out to be nothing. Maybe I’m just reading into it too much? But third time’s the charm, so I decide to give it one final go. If there is nothing this time, there is noting at all, I have just been too suspicious.

I follow them at some distance as both of the other times. For some reason this time Matt and Dom keeps looking around to see if someone are following them. That makes it harder for me to follow them, but I manage to keep out of sight.

Matt and Dom suddenly stops and turns around and it’s only by pure luck that there is a dumpster here that I can hide behind. After a minute I take small peak from the dumpster to see if it is safe for me to quit hiding and it is. I can see them walking down the road further down.

As I walk and get a bit closer to them I can see that their hands are linked! I can’t believe what I am seeing; Matt and Dom are holding hands! Are they together? As if they could hear my thoughts Matt kisses Dom on the cheek, they are defiantly together. Now that I think about it, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. Matt and Dom have always been very close, too close to be just friends really.

I find myself smiling. The more I think about it the more perfect Matt and Dom seem for each other. In some ways they are complete opposites of each other and in other ways they are exactly the same, but most importantly they respect and know how to handle each other.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I hardly notice the turn Matt and Dom makes. They turn to a back alley where Matt pins Dom to the wall and kisses him passionately. I pull out my phone and take a picture of then kissing, before I head to the bus.

Safely back at the bus I decide to upload the picture to Twitter, the picture practically has practically been screaming at me to do so since I took it. I upload the picture to Twitter with the caption “Look what I found on my way to the bus! T”. With a satisfied smile I fall asleep in my bunk.

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Next morning I am sitting in the bus eating my breakfast when a sleepy Matt wakes up. He yawns and sits down. He logs onto his Mac, as he looks at his Mac he suddenly gets a surprised and shocked expression. I can’t help but smile as Matt starts to shout.

“TOM!!!”

The Life I Had Before (14/?)

altogingenting — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 18:33:40 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: a little bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Matthew’s POV

On my way to The Seagull, the restaurant I had agreed to meet Dominic at, I found myself in a giggly mood. It was hard for me to believe that Dom didn’t care about my past and it was even harder to believe that a couple of hours ago, he had held me in his arms and kissed me. For the first time in ages it felt like the world was on my side.

When I reached The Seagull, Dom was already waiting for me outside. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and took my hand. We walked into the restaurant and almost everyone inside turned their heads as we walked past them. Most of them smiled, but some frowned in disgust. I didn’t care; I was proud of being able to hold Dom’s hand. A waitress showed us to our table and gave us our menus.

“Thank you for giving this a chance,” Dom said and smiled as he opened the menu.

“No, I should thank you. You are the one who is able to see past my past,” I said.

“Those who can’t are fools,” he said. “What are you ordering?”

“I was thinking about the shrimp and pasta dish,” I answered. “You?”

“I think I’ll go with the shellfish soup,” Dominic smiled.

We ordered our food and as we were waiting for it to arrive I felt Dom’s foot rubbing playfully against mine. I looked at him and found him smiling, on the border of giggling. I started to giggle; I felt like an inexperienced teenager again, which I guess we in some way were, both of us hadn’t dated anyone in a long time and were out of practise.

“Can I ask you something?” Dom suddenly asked.

“Of course,” I nodded.

Just as Dom was about to speak, our food arrived and Dom was cut off.

“So what was it that you wanted to ask me?” I asked as soon as the waitress had left our table.

“Oh, it was nothing,” Dom answered.

“Okay,” I said. I didn’t believe him, but I wasn’t going to pressure him for something he didn’t want to say. He never did that to me, so I was going to return that favor.

“Well, it was something… Do you remember the song we danced to at The Crow? Do you know what is called?” he shyly asked.

A smile spread across my lips. How cute was that? He wanted to know what song we had danced to. I knew what the song was called; I had looked it up as soon as I was home.

“Yes, I do. It is called ‘All I Need’ and is by the Dutch band Within Temptation,” I answered.

“Thanks,” Dom smiled.

The dinner went nicely, a bit giggly, yes, but I had the time of my life. When we had finished eating and were on our way home from the restaurant there was a thought nagging in the back of my head, but I was scared of acting on it so I decided to ask.

“Dom, can I kiss you?”

“What? Of course you can,” Dom laughed. “You don’t need to ask for permission.”

I blushed at my own silliness, laid my hand on his neck and pulled him close to me, letting his lips meet mine. His hands were soon in my hair and my hands fell from his neck to his back.

“Ew! Fags!” I heard someone shout.

Out of curiosity, but against my will, I broke the kiss to figure out who had been shouting. I saw a man in his early twenties pointing at us and talking to his friends, I guessed it had to be him who had shouted.

“Don’t let them bother you, they are just narrow-minded wankers,” Dom said and sneaked a hand in my back pocket as he pulled me along.

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We had reached my apartment, but I didn’t want Dominic to go. I could always ask him to stay, but what if he thought we moved to fast. I would never know if I didn’t try.

“Would you like to come with me inside?” I asked nervously.

“Do you remember what I said about taking one step at the time?” he said.

I nodded. Fuck! Why had I dared to ask him? Now he thought I wanted to rush things.

“Well, sometimes I guess it is okay to take two steps at the time,” he smiled.

In the next moment we were stumbling into the apartment with our lips locked with each other’s. We soon found our way to the couch where we had spent the morning kissing and cuddling, but this time the kisses weren’t so innocent. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, mapping them out while our hands explored the other’s body looking for the most responsive zones.

As Dom’s hands found their way under my shirt he sent me a questioning look. I nodded in answer and my own hands found their way to his skin. Both our shirts disappeared and I felt a desire stronger than I had felt in years, maybe even stronger than I had ever felt. His hips bucked instinctively against mine and a moan escaped my mouth.

When we stumbled our way to my bed, two steps had suddenly become three steps. The remaining clothes found their way to the floor. My eyes admired Dominic’s body. He was so beautiful. His skin had a faint summer tan and he had a perfect frame.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered in his ear and kissed his earlobe.

“No, you are,” Dom said and kissed my neck, the touch sending warm shivers down my spine.

Three steps turned to four as our hands travelled lower and we gave each other a pleasure that was beyond anything that we had felt in years. As I cuddled up beside Dominic my subconscious screamed that the faster you go, the harder is the impact, but I still found my way to a peaceful sleep.

The Life I Had Before (13B/?)

altogingenting — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 15:19:53 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: tiny bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Here is the 13^th chapter. It’s split up in two parts because of change of POV. I hope you like it :D

Part A

Dominic’s POV

“There is something I need to tell you.”

“Go on then,” I said. I had felt Matthew suddenly tensing; I was afraid there was something wrong.

“You probably know it already, but I think you should hear it from me as well. But please, please don’t leave me,” he begged.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured him.

“Thanks,” Matt whispered. He sat up and looked directly at me as he continued to talk. “You know I used to be a part of Resist, don’t you?”

I nodded in answer.

“Thought so,” he continued. “Well, then you know what Resist is, right? I helped Resist get attention. The government wasn’t too happy about it and decided to take down Resist by taking out the driving force: me. They tried to kill me, Dom. I was so scared. I was tied to a chair, had my hand cut open and was kicked in my back and stomach. I tried to escape, but when I did, I found myself face-to-face with a gun. I hit her in the back of her head out of panic. I didn’t mean to kill her! I swear I didn’t! It was an accident.”

Matt struggled as he spoke, the words clearly bringing back uncomfortable memories. When he reached the end of his story he broke down and cried as he repeated ‘I didn’t meant it’ over and over. I closed my arms around him in an attempt to comfort him. It hurt me to watch him like this, so fragile and scared.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” I said and hugged him tight.

“Don’t leave me, please Dom, don’t leave me,” Matt sobbed into my neck.

“I won’t leave you. Why would I do that?” I asked him.

He got out of my grip and looked at me with sad and hurt eyes. “Because everyone else did, everyone except Tom.”

“Well, then, I’m an exception like Tom. I’m not going anywhere Matt. I know you didn’t mean for it to happen. I know you’re not a murderer. I know you are wonderful person. I’m not leaving,” I said. I meant every word of it. “The past is the past, sometimes it is better to not think too much about the past. I know that from my own experience.”

“Annie?” he asked.

“Yes, but let’s not talk about her,” I answered. I didn’t want to bring her up, not now. “Let’s forget about the past for a bit and focus on the present and the future instead.”

“I understand,” Matt said. “Hey, how about you and I go on a proper date this evening?”

The Life I Had Before (13A/?)

altogingenting — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 15:15:33 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: tiny bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Here is the 13^th chapter. It’s split up in two parts because of change of POV. I hope you like it :D

Matthew’s POV

When I woke up the next day, I couldn’t help but smile. Last evening was the best evening I had ever had. I had finally figured out what the feeling I felt around Dom was. It was love. I acted on my impulse and it proved to be a good move.

I was making breakfast when I got a text message that scared the hell out of me.

‘We need to talk about yesterday… Can I come over?’

The text message was from Dominic.

After I sent my answer and address, I sat down in my chair. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I was sure Dom regretted it, I should have known. Of course he wouldn’t feel about me the same way I felt about him. What was the chance of falling in love with someone who would return the feelings? They were small, even smaller when they were a person of the same sex and smaller then smallest when both of us, at least I and from the looks of it Dominic as well, weren’t gay. I wasn’t gay, I believed. I had never felt this way for a man before. But personality is the most important thing for falling in love and Dom certainly had a personality I loved and when I kissed him everything felt right. But maybe he didn’t feel the same way.

I hid my face in my hands, trying my best not to cry out in frustration. If Dominic didn’t feel the same way I had destroyed the only proper friendship I had, besides the one with Tom. It wasn’t fair. Why did I have to fuck things up?

There was a knock on my door. I walked slowly towards the door, afraid of what would happen when I opened it. When I opened the door, to my big surprise and relief, I was met by a smiling Dominic. He gave me a peck on the cheek as I let him in. I blushed; maybe everything was going to be fine.

“I’m going to get myself something to eat,” I said. Now that it seemed Dom didn’t regret the day before, my hunger had returned. “Would you like something to eat?”

“I’m fine. I ate before I left,” he answered with a smile.

As I ate, Dom sat opposite to me at the table. Our feet bumped into each other all the time, causing me to blush like a schoolgirl with a crush. Dominic just smiled at me as I ate and blushed, but he showed no sign of nervousness. Was I the only one who was completely taken? What if I was wrong and he did regret what happened?

“So, I believe you wanted to talk,” I said. “Let’s sit in the living room instead, it’s much comfier there.”

Dom nodded and we sat down on the couch with about four inches of space between us. We sat in silence for about a minute before either of us said anything. Dominic was the one who broke the silence.

“This is ridiculous,” he said and closed the space between us.

“Yes,” I nodded and curled up under the arm he had thrown around me. He placed a kiss on my forehead and sighed.

“I didn’t believe I could feel like this for a man, you should know that. But here I am,” Dom smiled.

“I didn’t believe so either, but here I am as well,” I said.

“Here we are. Let’s just take one step at the time and see where we end up,” he said.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” I replied with a smile. “I’m so glad you feel the same as me. The text you sent me earlier scared the shit out of me. I thought you regretted it.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Dom said. “Come here.”

He pulled me up to his face so I was staring right into his eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen happier, kinder and warmer eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug, his hands stroking gently on my back. I felt Dominic’s lips against my neck. I stretched my neck to give him better access. He took the invitation and kissed his way from my neck to my lips.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he said. “As blue as the deep sea, I feel like I could swim in them.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. I blushed at his words; I wasn’t used to getting compliments.

For nearly half an hour we kissed, cuddled and gave each other compliments. I had never felt better in my entire life. But there was something nagging me at the back of my mind, a voice telling me I kept forgetting something. There was something I had to tell Dominic. Something he most likely already knew, but he deserved to hear it from me. He deserved an opportunity to run away from me and my past.

“Is there something wrong?” Dom asked concerned. He had felt me tensing.

“There is something I need to tell you.”

Part B

The Life I Had Before (12/?)

altogingenting — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 18:09:05 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are brilliant!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: none
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Here is the 12^th chapter! Hope you like it! :D

Dominic’s POV

“Give it a chance,” Chris had said. After the hug Matt had given me when we ate lunch together, I decided to follow Chris’ advice and I didn’t regret it. I had no way of knowing if Matt felt the same, but so far it had all gone well.

It was Friday evening and the reopening of Vulture. For the first time in years, I had actually planned my outfit because I wanted to impress someone. I decided to go with a simple black shirt and my old yellow skinnies. I hadn’t worn them in ages, but they fit like they did when I bought them.

I knew what I felt for Matt, but it couldn’t be real could it? But if it wasn’t real, why was I bothering to find a good outfit? Why did I feel so shy, but at the same time confident around him? Why did I long for his touch? Why did he pop up in my head at night? It couldn’t be real, could it?

I shoved all the questions out of my head and shot a glance at the watch. It was twenty minutes until the opening. I didn’t like the thought of being late so I headed for Vulture.

“William! I’m going now,” I said as I grabbed my jacket. “Don’t sit up and wait for me, I might be late. Oh, and there is some candy that you, Emilia and Vince can have in the kitchen.”

“All right, see you later,” William said from the living room where he, Emilia and Vincent played a video game.

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I arrived five minutes early but there were already a lot of people there. I spotted Matthew; he was talking with another man. I slowly walked over to them and as Matt saw me, he smiled and waved me over.

“Hi! It’s good to see you. This is Tom, a friend of mine. Tom this is Dom,” Matt said.

I shook Tom’s hand and said, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Tom said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised. Had Matthew really talked about me to anyone?

“Believe me, I have,” Tom laughed and sent a look to Matt I couldn’t quite figure out. The look Matt sent back, however, was easy to read. It told Tom to shut up, and Tom, in response, just laughed. Matt was about to say something when Sierra waved for him to come over to her.

“So what do you think of Matthew?” Tom asked.

The question surprised me; why would he care what I thought of Matthew? Then I realized with Matt’s past a lot of people must have left him, and that Tom would be afraid I would do the same. But what did I think of him? I though he had an amazing personality and was very cute, but I couldn’t say that, could I?

“He is a great guy,” I said, knowing ‘great’ didn’t do him justice.

“He is, but you trust him, don’t you?” Tom asked carefully.

“Of course I do!” I answered clearly.

“That’s good and please don’t hurt him,” he said.

“I could never hurt him,” I said, and then one of my thoughts slipped through my mouth. “He means too much to me.”

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The opening was a huge success; Sierra, Matt and the other employee, Lizzie, all wore big smiles as the night drew in

“Sierra said I’m free to go now,” Matt said. “Do you still want to have a drink?”

“Of course I do. Are you joining us as well, Tom?” I asked, secretly hoping he would politely say no to the offer.

“I don’t think your fiancée would be too happy about it,” Matt answered for him and Tom gave him the same look as he had given him earlier.

“Matt is right. I should get home to Megan. Nice to meet you, Dom; I hope this is not the last time I’ll see you,” Tom said and headed for the door with a small smirk on his face.

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Again we ended up at The Crow, though this time there was no band playing. For quite some time we just chatted, but for some reason, Matt seemed more nervous now then he had been back at Vulture. He still smiled and was happy but he chose his words carefully, like he was afraid of saying something he shouldn’t.

After about an hour of chatting we found ourselves on the dance floor. I was careful to not get too far away from Matthew, but still he somehow disappeared from my sight. I had stopped dancing and was looking for him when a slow song came on. Two hands found their way to my hips; I turned around to tell the owner of the hands to get them off of me, but stopped when, to my big surprise, my eyes met two smiling blue eyes. The hands belonged to Matt. A smile spread across my face. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me.

“Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
when you hold me in your embrace

Don’t tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don’t tear me down
You’ve opened the door now, don’t let it close”*

I don’t think the lyrics to the song could have fit better. Matt had opened the door I feared would be closed and he had made my heart a better place.

I’m not sure who made the first move, but as the song ended I found my lips pressed against Matthew’s. In the background I could hear someone say something about how fags should burn in hell, but it didn’t matter. This felt right. All my worries were gone in Matt’s embrace.

I deepened the kiss. Matthew pulled me even closer to him then I already was. I couldn’t come any closer than I was at the moment. He smiled into the kiss.

When the kiss was broken, both Matt and I found ourselves smiling at each other. I couldn’t believe that he felt the same way about me as I did about him. The rest of the evening was spent in each others arms, dancing slowly and stealing small kisses every now and then.

*=Lyrics from “All I Need” by Within Temptation

The Life I Had Before (11/?)

altogingenting — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 17:29:39 GMT

Matthew’s POV

Matthew, you are a pathetic idiot! I cursed myself as I walked home from a walk with Dominic along the seaside. Dom had given me a hug which made me slightly paralyzed and then things turned awkward. When I finally managed to break free from the shock, all I could say was ‘Guess I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow, then’. How stupid and awkward was that? At that moment I hated myself. I hated myself for believing I could make a friend; I hated my strange, but familiar feeling towards Dom. I hated that I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, because everyone I had ever tried to befriend had left me in the end.

‘He’s going to leave you! Because you are a murderer!’ a voice said in my head. I tried to shut it out, but I couldn’t. ‘Listen to me. Don’t even try to deny it, because you know it is true. Dom is trying to find a way out of the friendship,’ the voice laughed in my head.

“Stop it,” I whispered.

I could still hear the voice in my head laughing at me. I didn’t want to listen to the voice. It lied, or at least so I hoped. This wasn’t fair, for the first time in years I felt there was someone besides Tom that might have believed in me. I thought Dominic might have become a true friend who would one day know everything. Who was I trying too fool? Of course Dom was going to leave me. Everyone else had. But there was something different about Dominic; there was something about the strange, but good feeling he brought with him, that made me believe he would stay, but logic told me otherwise.

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When I met up with Dominic the next day, I was nervous. I was afraid my reaction to his hug would make him back off, but it didn’t. He met me with a smile. I decided to hug him to show him that I was okay with it; this time, there was no awkwardness when we broke the hug.

“Good to see you! Had a nice day at work so far?” Dominic asked.

“Yes, it is a bit hectic since we are about to open the new section, but other than that it has been a great day,” I answered.

Dom looked to the sky. I followed his motion. The clouds were dark; it seemed like it was about to start raining.

“Looks like it is going to rain…there is a nice bakery not to far from here, want to join me?” he asked.

My heart skipped a beat, normally when it was raining we both went back to our respective jobs. ‘Ha, you’re wrong! Dominic isn’t looking for a way out,’ I said to the voice in my head.

“I’d love to,” I answered with a bit more enthusiasm then I probably should, but Dom just smiled.

“Come on then!” he said.

During our lunch, we chatted about a lot of different things, but for some reason I noticed a lot of things with Dominic I had never noticed before. Like how he always seemed to smile, his positive aura and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his son. Oh, those beautiful eyes.

“Earth to Matthew,” Dom said and waved a hand in front of my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, embarrassed. He had caught me staring at him. I felt my cheeks turn red; this was not supposed to happen.

“It’s all right and you are kind of cute when you blush,” he said with a shy smile.

I didn’t believe my own ears. Had he just said he thought I looked cute when I blushed? Was he flirting with me? Why did I feel like giggling? Why did my heart beat faster? The strange feeling came over me again, but it was warmer and more familiar than ever.

“Thanks,” I whispered and felt my face getting even redder. “You are coming to the reopening of Vulture this Friday aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I’m sure it is going to be a success,” Dom smiled.

“I’m glad you’re coming. If the opening goes well, do you want to have a drink together afterwards?” I asked. It took me a lot of strength to ask the question. I had never been as afraid of being turned down as I was now, not even when I asked Stella out for the first time.

“I’d love to,” he answered with a wide smile.

His smile was contagious and I found myself smiling as well. We ate the rest of our lunch in a comfortable silence. I was deep in my own thoughts; I was so close to name the feeling I had towards Dominic, but the right word was still missing.

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When I was done at work for the day, I walked home. The feeling from lunch hadn’t left me like it usually did, but was still inside me. I enjoyed it; it made me feel warm and happy. As I reached my apartment, I got my mail and locked myself in. I went through my mail and sighed when I saw an envelope I knew far too well; the occasional survey to check that I hadn’t done something I shouldn’t. They sent me questions to answer every now and then, usually followed by an agent some time later. How much later could vary from two weeks to a couple of months. I sat down to do the survey; the faster I was done, the better. Usually, most of the questions were ridiculous. This time was no different.

The first question was: ‘Did you believe in Santa Claus as a child?’ I found myself laughing at the stupid question. Sometimes, I wondered if the guy who wrote the questions wanted a good laugh. I crossed out ‘yes’ and went for the next question.

Five questions later, I reached the first serious one. ‘Have you been in contact with anyone from Resist?’ I crossed out ‘no’; it was a lie, but what did they expect? Did they expect me to turn myself in?

When I had used 20 minutes on the survey, and there had barely been any serious questions in there, I reached the last question: ‘Are you in love?’ I crossed out ‘no’ knowing that was what they wanted to hear, but I wasn’t really sure if I was or not. Was I in love? The feelings I felt towards Dominic, were they love?

Blackout (One-Shot)

altogingenting — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 22:29:59 GMT

Title: Blackout
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: When someone is in a coma they say you should talk to them…
Warnings: The ‘f-word’ is used once
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them
Notes: This is the sequel to Coma. Can be read alone, but it will make more sense if you read Coma first. This fic has got nothing to do with the Muse song “Blackout”

First of all thank you so much for all the feedback on Coma, it was overwhelming! As you guys know I wasn’t planning on writing a sequel, but there were a lot of people wanting it and the more I read requests for it the more ideas I got for it. So here it is, I hope you like it :D

How do you know the difference between darkness and nothing? Both of them are dark, black and cold. Is there even a difference? I don’t know. I thought there was, but I’m not so sure anymore. I remember the feeling of something hitting my head and then everything went black. There was nothing, only darkness and the cold.

Slowly I became more and more aware of my situation, but it was still dark and cold. After a while I realized my eyes were closed and that was why everything was dark. I tried to open them, but they refused to move. I tried to move, but it was like my body was frozen, I couldn’t move.

It was just my mind and the darkness. There was no light, no day, only darkness and as the time passed I lost track of it. I couldn’t sleep. I was always awake, but at the same time always asleep. I was floating in the darkness.

More time passed and I could hear distant voices. I tried to reach out for them, but they were too far away. With time the voices reduced their distance to me, but they were still out of my range.

After a while, it could be seconds, it could be weeks, I was able to hear who the voices belonged to. However, what the voices was saying remained a mystery. I heard Chris, Tom, Morgan, Matt and some other people talk, but it all sounded gibberish to me. Their voices were worried, but I didn’t know why.

“Are you sure you want to stay?” I suddenly heard Tom ask. Then there was a blur of voices, I was unable to figure out what they were saying.

The sound of a door closing reached me. Matt’s voice was all of a sudden very near me, his voice was shaking. In the beginning I was only able to work out a few of his words. The words I caught were ‘coma’, ‘airplane’ and ‘crashed’. The longer he spoke the clearer his voice became and from the line ‘You are the one who got it worst, the only one in coma’ I was able to hear everything he said. At least I believe I heard everything.

From what Matt said I understood there had been an accident, which most likely involved a crash-landing airplane.

Matt continued to talk; he said he had something to tell me. Then he started to compliment me. When Matt did so, I felt an imaginary tear falling from my eye. I wanted to thank him and to tell him he is special in return, but my mouth still refused to move.

“What I meant to say is that I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. But I love you as something more than a friend, even more than a best friend. I’m in love with you.”

If my mouth could have moved, I’m sure my jaw would have dropped. Did he really say that he loved me? Did he feel the same way I felt about him?

“I love you. I love you so fucking much that you can’t believe it. I, Matthew James Bellamy, love you, Dominic James Howard. I love you.”

It was too good to be true. Matt said he felt the same way about me as I felt about him, love beyond friendship.

“But you won’t remember, will you? I guess it is best that way, so when you wake up we can continue as normal.”

No, Matt, I wasn’t forgetting this. Things would change, but for the better.

I felt my eyes open. The room I was in was bright and white in contrast to the dark backside of my eyelids. I turned my head and saw a scared and sad looking Matt.

“I’m lost without you,” he said. He held one of my hands in both of his and his eyes were closed as if he was praying a silent prayer.

“I’m lost without you too,” I stammered weakly. Matt opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at me. I smiled. A big smile spread across Matt’s lips.

“Oh, Dom!” he said and gave me a gentle hug, still holding hand with one of his. “It’s so good to have you back.”

“Thanks, it’s good to be back,” I whispered, my voice was still week.

Matt had a huge grin on his face when he sat up in the chair again, my hand still in his. It was a simple gesture, but it gave me so much strength. Suddenly Matt got a scared expression and let go of my hand. I longed for the touch as soon as it was gone.

“How long have you been awake?” Matt asked nervously.

“Since you said: ‘Please wake up soon’,” I answered. “But I’ve been able to hear everything you said since you said something about me being in coma.”

“Oh,” Matt said, sounding even more nervous. “About what I said… I don’t want it to change anything betw… Oh, Dom, please forgive me! I didn’t know that you could hea…”

“Stop it,” I cut him of. I stumbled my way to a sitting position in the bed. I pulled Matt closer to me and pressed my lips against his. “It is okay, Matt. I love you too.”

The Life I Had Before (10/?)

altogingenting — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:41:24 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always wonderful ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: none
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

So here it is the 10^th chapter, I hope you enjoy it!

Dominic’s POV

My heart might have won over my brain when it came to my friendship with Matt, but that didn’t stop it from wondering why. Why would my heart want to be friends with a murderer? The question was answered when I visited Vulture Records a couple of days ago. When I saw seen Matthew talking and joking with a customer, I knew he wasn’t a murderer, he was a nice guy. When he blushed because I saw him, my heart skipped a beat and when Matthew lied about his past, I could hear the sorrow and pain in his voice. He wasn’t a murderer, he was someone else. He was someone who made me confused.

Matt made me confused because I didn’t know how I felt about him. I was scared of him, but I also felt sorry for him. I wanted to be his friend, but I wanted to be… I didn’t know what I wanted, I told myself. But deep down I knew what I felt; I wasn’t a confused teenager, I knew the feeling. The thing was, the last time this feeling had hold of me was ages ago and when I lost it I had sworn it didn’t exist. And I’d never felt that way about another man…

I heard the front door slam shut and a voice babbling away.

“…and then she said that Mrs. Lind was the worst and meanest teacher she had ever had. But what she didn’t know was that Mrs. Lind was standing behind her!” I heard Emilia say.

“You got to be kidding!” William said.

“What happened?” I heard Vincent ask as the three of them made their way to William’s bedroom.

I smiled; they reminded me of myself as a teenager. I’d been carefree and took life as it came, but most importantly, at that time, I still believed in the feeling that now one part of me tried to refuse while the other part welcomed it. I sighted, why had everything to be so hard? Why couldn’t I have met Matthew ages ago, when everything was easier? Why did Matthew have to have such a mysterious past? Why did I feel like this about him? There were endless questions. I found myself burying my face in my hands in pure frustration. I needed someone to talk to.

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“How are you?” Chris asked as he stepped in to the kitchen with me. I decided it was best to get straight to the point and tell him how I was feeling.

“I’m a mess. I’m confused as hell, nothing makes any sense,” I said. “Coffee or tea?”

“A cup of tea, please. Now tell me what is making you feel confused,” Chris said and sat down at the kitchen table. I made two cups of tea and joined him at the table.

I told Chris everything. While I talked, Chris nodded and helped me out when I needed him to. Chris was simply the perfect person to talk to.

“I really don’t see your problem. Just because you made a mistake in believing that love does not exist, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t. Just look at Kelly and I, we’re happy and in love,” Chris said.

“Kelly is a woman, Matt is not. Which makes this…” I started.

“Since when did you become a homophobe?” Chris cut in.

“I’m not, it is just that… I’m not gay. I have until now believed I was completely straight. I’ve never wanted a man before,” I sighted.

“What is the most important thing for one to fall in love?” Chris asked.

“Personality of course, but that doesn’t have…” I started but I stopped when I realized what I was about to say.

“Exactly. Whether you like it or not, you are in love with Matthew. Listen to the way you describe him; eyes blue as the deep sea, good looking, cute smile and wonderful hair. There is no way of denying it Dom. You do like him,” Chris said with a smile. He was clearly happy with his answer as he knew I couldn’t say anything against it. After all, it was the truth; I was just trying to refuse it, I was too scared to face it.

“That still doesn’t change his past,” I said.

“You’re just making this hard for yourself. Just minutes ago you said it had been an accident and in self-defence,” Chris said stated.

“If his side of the story is the true one, that is,” I said.

“Just stop it, everything will be okay,” Chris said in an attempt to cheer me up.

“It won’t, he will not feel the same about me as I do about him,” I said and sighted.

“Dom being pessimistic, that’s not normal. Give it a chance Dom, you’ll only regret it if you don’t.”

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‘Give it a chance’ was easy for Chris to say. He wasn’t the one who had to come to terms with his feelings, nor was he the one walking beside the gorgeous brunette. Matt and I walked together at the seaside. The day at work had just ended for both of us and we had decided to just have a walk and enjoy the afternoon sun. Matt talked about an article he read about panspermia and as he talked, his hands gestured wildly around to compliment his words. I smiled; it was clear why he had been, and most likely still was, a great speaker.

“Am I talking too much?” Matt asked all of a sudden.

“No, not at all,” I said. I really enjoy listening to you rambling, I added in my head.

“Okay, I just felt like I’m just… I feel I talk too much,” Matt said and looked out at the horizon.

“You don’t and it’s really interesting to listen to,” I said.

Matthew smiled. He turned around and for just a second or two, I looked directly into his eyes. Not only were his eyes a beautiful shade of blue, they smiled. Though they carried a lot of pain and sadness, it seemed like happiness was taking over. His smile grew wider as I didn’t break the eye contact and pulled him into a hug. Then there was an awkward silence.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch then,” Matthew said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Coma (One-Shot)

altogingenting — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 16:04:49 GMT

Title: Coma
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: When someone is in a coma they say you should talk to them…
Warnings: The ‘f-word’ is used once
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them
Notes: Has got nothing to do with the Muse song “Coma”

I’ve had this idea for quite a while, so I hope you like this one-shot :)

“I’ve never understood why they say you should talk to someone who is in a coma. I’m not sure why I’m doing it now, it’s not like you can hear me, is it? Well, I guess you would like to know what happened. We were on an airplane on our way home, then something went wrong under the landing and we crashed.

I don’t remember too much of it. I remember the big bang when the airplane hit the ground. Then there was a lot of panic, flames and smoke. You didn’t move, so Chris, Tom and I had to carry you out of the plane. I can’t believe we’ve been in an airplane crash. Luckily no one died in the crash. You are the one who got it worst, the only one in coma.

Chris has a sprained ankle and Morgan has a broken wrist, but apart from that everyone we know and work with are fine. The rest are just like me, we only got a couple of cuts and bruises. The doctors are saying you are going to be fine when you wake up. Please wake up, Dom. I want you to wake up; it’s not the same here without you.

Dom, there is something I need to tell you. I’ve been planning it for months, but I haven’t found the strength to do it. I’ve been too scared and still am. But I guess I could say it now. It’s not like you would remember it anyways.

You know you are my best mate. I’ve never really said it, but you mean everything to me. I have no idea where I would be without you. I want to thank you for always being there for me, even when I’m acting like a complete arse. Sometimes I wonder how you can bare with me. I’m always rambling and interrupting you in interviews, but you still don’t say anything.

I envy you. You’re always so happy and positive. I wish I could learn to be that too. Maybe you could teach me? You know the lyrics to Bliss, when I wrote them I thought of you. I’ve always looked up to you and will always do. Everything about you is how I wanna be. I know it sounds stupid to quote your own songs, but it is true, everything about you is how I want to be.

Here we go again, I’ve rambled my self away from what I meant to say... What I meant to say is that I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. But I love you as something more than a friend, even more than a best friend. I’m in love with you. I want to be the one who wakes up next to you every morning, holds your hand, makes you scream my name in ecstasy, whispers sweet nothings in you ear and grows old with you. But I don’t expect you to feel the same way. You’re straight after all, even though our fans seem to think your fashion sense is a bit gay. I thought I was straight as well, but you still managed to win my heart. I love you. I love you so fucking much that you can’t believe it. I, Matthew James Bellamy, love you, Dominic James Howard. I love you.

There I’ve said it now. But you won’t remember, will you? I guess it is best that way, so when you wake up we can continue as normal. Please wake up soon. I’m lost with out you.”

The Life I Had Before (9/?)

altogingenting — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 15:55:47 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: a tiny bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Matthew’s POV

“Oh my god, I love them!” Melissa said after I let her listen to the two Die Mannequin albums.

“I'm glad you liked them, I was almost certain that you would,” I said.

“But it’s not fair; you got to see them live. You should have told me so I could come too,” Melissa said, pretending to be mad.

“Well, there is a couple of reasons I didn’t tell you, first of all I could not know if you would like them before I had heard them and secondly and most importantly, you’re not over 18,” I smiled.

“You know there is something called fake ID,” Melissa said with a smile.

“I know, and I wouldn’t have let you use it,” I said seriously.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Dad!” Melissa joked. “I don’t own one, I was only joking.”

“You better be,” I said.

We walked to the counter where Melissa bought the albums. When she left I saw a familiar blonde walking towards me from behind some of the shelves.

“Now that was adorable,” Dominic smiled. I felt myself blush at his choice of words.

“When did you arrive?” I asked. “I didn’t notice your arrival.”

“Just a couple of minutes ago; you were too busy talking with Melissa to notice me,” he answered.

“Oh,” I said, feeling stupid for not noticing his arrival. “Anything in particularly that bought you here?”

“No, not really. I just wanted to see how the reconstruction of the store is going. It seems to be going well,” Dom said.

“Yes, it’s going great. If everything goes according to plan, we will be re-opening as Vulture Music next Friday,” I said.

“That’s great! But can I ask you about something?” he asked.

“Of course,” I nodded.

“Matt, what was your former job?” he asked.

Fuck you, Sierra! Everything had gone well so far and now it seemed like Dominic had figured out my past. Why? I was scarred, the only proper friends I had were Tom and Dom, and now I’d probably lost Dom. I felt a stab in my heart and the now very familiar sickness spread around in my body.

“Are you okay?” Dom asked. There was concern in his voice. I didn’t realize I hadn’t answered him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I was nowhere near fine, I was shattered. I continued to lie. “It was just a bad flashback. I worked in a retail store.”

“I’m sorry for bringing back the bad memories,” he said. I could tell by his voice that he doubted what I just said. Then he did something I didn’t expect him to do; he bent over the counter and gave me hug. It felt like something inside me exploded.

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I sat on my black leather couch in my living room. Tom was coming over; I needed someone to talk to. When I needed someone to talk to, there is no one better than Tom. When Tom arrived, we sat down and talked about how our days had been so far, before the real topic came up.

“But you said you wanted to tell me something important,” Tom said.

I nodded and told Tom about the situation with Dom and Sierra. While I gushed out how mad I was at Sierra and how scared I was about losing Dom, the only other person apart from Tom himself I felt I could trust, Tom listened patiently. Never interrupting me, never telling me I was overreacting, just listening. When I had told Tom everything I felt a bit like a mess. My life was a mess.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Tom said and ruffled my hair. “If Dominic is such a great person as you describe him, I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“I hope so,” I sighted. I really did. Dominic was unique; he brought back feelings I hadn’t had for years. Feelings I had nearly forgotten, feelings I never knew could I could feel for a male person. I was confused, what was going on?

“You’re blushing,” Tom pointed out.

“Am I?” I asked.

“Yes, you are.” Tom answered. “Care to tell me why?”

I knew I could tell Tom, he wouldn’t judge me. But what should I tell him? I wasn’t even sure myself what these feelings meant.

“To be honest, I don’t really know why. There is something special about Dom; he makes me feel things I haven’t felt in ages. I don’t know what is going on and it feels right and wrong at the same time,” I said stated.

Tom smiled. Even tough what I had just said probably didn’t say much, I knew Tom would know what I meant.

“It is okay, try to figure out what it is, follow your heart and don’t be scared,” Tom said.

A New Beginning (One-Shot)

altogingenting — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 18:52:00 GMT

Title: A New Beginning
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Summary: The last thirty minutes of 2010 and the first five minutes of 2011
Warnings: None… There is a bit of fluff if that counts
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: This is my very late Christmas present/early New Year’s gift to all the lovely people here at MuseSlash :D I love you guys! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I shoot a quick glare at my watch; there is thirty minutes left of 2010. In half an hour this year will be history. In thirty minutes it will be too late to reach the goals I sat for this year but didn’t achieve. In half an hour I can brag about all the goals I did achieved this year.

For the first time in ages I’m spending the last minutes of a year and going to spend the first minutes of a year sober. I’m not out in a fancy club partying and getting drunk, I’m in a couch and the only alcohol that my lips have touched is a glass of wine with dinner. I’m not surrounded by strangers, but by the people who truly mean something to me. I’m not surrounded by material values; I’m surrounded by the true value in life: love.

There is only twenty-five minutes left of this year. There is a comfortable atmosphere in the room. Calm conversation is hold between the adults and the children are playing with the new toys they got for Christmas. I’m a part of the conversation, but my thoughts are else where. Tom is sitting on my right side. He is smiling and has a camera in his hand. I’ve known him for ages and he is one of my closest mates. I heard a couple of fans say that Muse wouldn’t be the same without him and that is true. Tom was just a party organizer back in the days before he became our media manager, but still an important member of Muse. He was a part of our group of friends back in Teignmouth and still is. We wouldn’t be where we are without him.

Twenty more minutes and this year is over, my thoughts wanderers to Kelly and the Wolstenholme children. The children are playing nicely with each other and little Buster is sleeping. They all share a kind and loving aura, when you know their parents it is not surprising. Kelly rests her head on her husband’s shoulder and smiles. She is truly a beautiful woman, both on the outside and inside. I don’t think there is anyone else but her that could accept that the man she has married stays on the road for the most of the year. She never complains and is happy for her husband being able to live out his childhood dream.

It is only fifteen minutes left of this year as my thoughts reach Chris, who perhaps is the luckiest member of the band. All his dreams have come true. He has a big loving family and Muse has more success than we ever dared to dream about. I sometimes envy him. At the end of each tour he always have a wonderful home to come home to, that is something I’d give a lot to have.

As there is nothing more than ten minutes left of 2010 my thoughts are focused on the man sitting on my left: Dom. Dom means everything to me. He means a lot more than he knows. Not only is he my best mate, but he is also the man I’ve secretly been in love with for years. The problem is just that I can’t find the strength to tell him. I’m of scared ruining our friendship and I’m scared of love. I say that the reason I use space-words to describe emotions are because normal word aren’t big enough, that’s a lie. The normal words are more than big enough, but I’m scared of them. It is silly, I know that, but I can’t help it. Dom laughs at a joke I didn’t catch. Dom’s laughter is contagious and I can’t help but laugh myself without knowing what I’m laughing at. If he only knew what he means to me.

There is five minutes left of this year. It has been a wonderful year. A year filled with arena gigs, festivals and stadium shows. It has been a year of dreams coming true. As I turn left and lay my eyes on the man sitting there I decide my New Year’s resolution, to tell him how I feel about him. It has been my New Year’s resolution for years, but I’m never able to fulfill it.

With three minutes left of the year we all head out to see the fireworks. Tom is sending up our fireworks this year. He looks ridiculous with the safety glasses and has a happy grin spread a cross his face, just like he had back in Teignmouth when we fooled around with fireworks at New Year’s Eve.

Kelly, Chris and the children are standing slightly in front of Dom and me. Fireworks in all the colours of the rainbow are filling the skies as the last seconds of the year passes by. We all break out in “Happy New Year!” as the new year starts.

After the hugs have been given we all stand and admire the fireworks. Tom is lifting the youngest children to allow them to see the fireworks a bit better and Chris holds Kelly in a tight embrace, which leaves Dom and I a bit to ourselves in the back.

“Have you got any New Year’s resolutions?” Dom asks with a smile.

“Only one,” I answer.

“And what is it?” he asks.

“Just the usual one,” I answer. It is the answer I have given him for years, hoping he believes I once told him what it is and that he just has forgotten it.

“Come on! I don’t know what the usual one is, you know that. To be honest I don’t think you’ve ever told me what it is. Please Matt, it can’t be that bad,” Dom begs.

“It isn’t bad, but forget about that… Do you have a New Year’s resolution?” I ask.

“Only one,” he smiles in answer.

“Which is?” I ask.

“This,” Dom answers and presses his lips against mine, before he whispers: “I love you.”

I can’t believe what just happened. Dom just said the words that have scared me for years.

“I… I love you too,” I say. I pull Dom closer to me and let my lips meet his once more.

We are five minutes into the new year and I don’t have a New Year’s resolution any more. Only five minutes of the year has passed and my life has already changed more than it normally changes through a whole year. Dom rests his head against my shoulder and smiles. This New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day is different from all the ones in the past, it is a new beginning, a beginning of something better.

Zipped Up Body Heat (One-Shot)

altogingenting — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 10:19:27 GMT

Title: Zipped Up Body Heat

Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: None, if there are any mistakes they are my own
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Summary: Teen!Muse, Matt and Dom are freezing and need to figure out something to keep themselves warm…
Warnings: Fluff
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction
Notes: This is a birthday present to the wonderful thekeyholder ! I hope you have a fantastic day and that you like this fic :) *hugs*

We walked home from school and snow was swirling all around us. The cold wind wrapped itself around us and the snowflakes found their way to our necks, melted and the cold water ran down our backs. The snowstorm had appeared out of nowhere during our lunch break at school and showed no sign of stopping. We walked close together trying to keep warm; none of us were dressed for a snowstorm. You had forgotten your keys so we were both heading for my house. There was no way I would let you be out in this snowstorm, you would freeze to death.

We reached the house and I searched for my keys only to realize I had forgotten them as well.

“Dom… I’ve forgotten my keys as well,” I said.

“We couldn’t have picked a better day to forget our keys, could we?” you said with a smile. Always optimistic, that is who you are. I have to say I envy your ability to find something positive in every situation, because I can’t.

“You do realize we’re going to freeze to death, if we’re not finding a shelter,” I said.

“Nah, we’re going to be fine. Let’s see if any of your neighbours are home,” you said and dragged me along.

After seven houses without any luck, I lost my patience. I was cold and I couldn’t feel my feet anymore.

“Dom this is ridiculous, no one is home. I can’t feel my feet anymore, let’s just go back and sit in the garage or something,” I suggested and you agreed.

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Luckily the last person who left the garage had forgotten to lock the door. There weren’t much warmer in the garage, but at least there was no snow and wind. We sat close together trying to keep warm, but it was not really helping, our jackets kept the body heat locked up inside our jackets.

Suddenly I got a bright idea that would allow us to keep a bit warmer, if you agreed to it.

“Dom, I got an idea that might help us keep warm,” I said. “They say the best way to keep warm is body heat, so if we take our jackets…”

“I’m not taking of my jacket! Are you mad?” you cut in.

“No, let me finish. If we take our jackets and zip them together, we will lock our body heat inside, but still getting each others. That will hopefully keep us warmer,” I said.

You didn’t hesitate a second and we zipped our jackets together. Because of this we were sitting even closer and face to face. I could feel your chest rising and falling with your breath. I could feel myself getting warmer. I smiled.

“It worked,” you smiled and looked right at me.

I looked in to your eyes. They are kind, warm and smiling, just like you. You closed your eyes and I felt two warm lips on mine. I closed my own eyes and moved even closer to you. My hands stroked gently over your back. You deepened the kiss as a result of that we became even warmer. I smiled into the kiss, there is no better way to keep warm than body heat, zipped up body heat to be precise.

The Life I Had Before (8/?)

altogingenting — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 15:21:00 GMT

Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always fantastic ms_belle10 , thank you so much!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: a little bit of language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU

Here is the 8^th chapter, I hope you like it! and I want to wish you all a merry Christmas!

Dominic’s POV

There is nothing worse than being woken up by a ringing phone at 7 in the morning. The fact that it was a Saturday and I had spent my Friday evening out didn’t help much either. I reached for my phone and answered it, I was too tired to even bother to read who the caller was, that was a mistake.

“Hi, it’s Dominic. Who ever this is, you better have a fucking fantastic excuse to call me at 7AM,” I yawned.

“Now that was a kind way to greet people who are calling you,” an irritated voice said. The voice belonged to Annie.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m just so bloody tired; I’ve barely slept four hours. You can’t expect me to be a sunshine at this time of the day,” I said coldly. You can’t expect me to be a sunshine to you at all, I added in my head.

“Don’t tell me you have started going out and getting drunk again,” Annie said, sounding like she couldn’t care less.

“No, I haven’t. I saw a band playing with a friend, not that you care,” I said in the same tone as she had used.

“Yeah, right,” she said in a way showing that she didn’t believe me.

“I did. Anyway, I don’t believe you called me at this time to start a fight. Why are you calling me?” I asked.

“I sent William back to you yesterday evening. Mark and I got an urgent call from our boss, he needed to have a meting at our house,” she answered.

“Okay, but I think William could have told me that himself when he wakes up. And he is fourteen, I don’t think he’d make any trouble for your meting,” I said.

“Exactly, he is fourteen, the meeting is top secret, so he can’t hear anything we were talking about…but I have to go,” Annie said and hung up.

I sight heavily and went back to sleep. I was too tired to be bothered by Annie at this time of the morning.

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“Good morning, or rather, good day. Mum sent me here yesterday evening, she and Mark had to have a meeting or something,” William said as I entered the living room.

“Yeah, I know, she called early this morning to inform me,” I said. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t home. If I had known, I would have been home.”

“It is all right. Where were you by the way?” he asked

“I was at club gig with a friend, I had never heard about the band who played before, but they were absolutely amazing,” I answered with a smile. It had been my best night out in ages. Not only had the band been brilliant, so was also the friend I had spent it with.

“Cool, I guess you were with Chris then?” William asked.

I smiled, in the past it was always Chris and I who went to gigs together. This was actually the first time in years I had went with someone else.

“Actually not, I went with Matthew, a friend of mine,” I said. “I’m going to get something to eat. Are you hungry as well or have you already eaten?”

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When I opened my laptop to check my mail, memories of what I had figured out about my friend came back to me. For a couple of days I had been able to not think about it, but now it was brought right back to me. I had spent a night out with a murderer. I had enjoyed a night out with a man taken another person’s life away.

The scared feeling I had when I first met Matt after figuring out his past returned. My brain told me to get away from this man, that he was dangerous no matter which of the stories were true. My heart told me to believe Sierra and keep Matt as a friend. My brain and heart fought for dominance; at the moment my heart had the upper hand.

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There was a football match on this evening and Chris was coming over to watch it here. His wife Kelly sometimes forced him to watch the game somewhere other than the Wolstenholme house, because she didn’t want their children to pick up the language he used when he watches a football match.

“Thanks for letting me watch the match here,” Chris said as he sat down on the couch.

“There is absolutely no need to thank me. It is a pleasure having you here,” I smiled.

During the match Chris and I chatted about everything and nothing, I told him about the gig I had went to with Matt and he updated me on everything that had been going on with the Wolstenholmes. Of course there was the occasional outbursts of phrases like: “Fucking hell!”, “Did you see that?”, “What the fuck?” and “How the hell, did he not see that!”. But it was a great evening and forced me to take my mind of Matt and his past for a while.

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The Monday after when I was waiting for Matthew to come and join me for lunch, my brain and heart still battled for dominance. I was still frightened, but when I saw Matthew approaching me with a smile on his lips, my heart won. Not only did my heart win, it spread a warm familiar feeling I had locked away for so long.