hannah_chapter1: (Sparta)
Title: One Night of Sin
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 15/R
Summary: Is it worth your soul?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this never happened, you know the drill.
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Note: This is a birthday gift for easilyerased, our wonderful moderator, the queen of museslash. All hail.


"Come and have lunch with us, Dom."

Dom shakes his head.

No, thank you, but no. I think I'll sit with Matthew."

Dom's friend wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"He's a freak, Dom, a fucking weirdo. Why do you waste your time?"

"He's not that bad."

His friend shrugs.

"You're a better man than me, Dominic Howard. A saint, that's what you are."

"I'm no saint, I just like helping people."

"Like I said, a saint."

Dom's friend goes back to his group and Dom walks to the last table in the canteen. The small, hunched figure doesn't look up as Dom sits across from him, just keeps shoveling food into his mouth. Dom smiles at him, trying to ignore the greasy hair, dirty fingernails and the faint pong of unwashed feet.

"Hello, Matthew."

"What do you want?"

Polite as ever.

"What's happening?"

"Lunch," Matthew sprays tiny bits of food across the table as he speaks, "lunch is happening. Obviously."

"What are you eating?"

"Food."

A lesser man would give up at this point, but Dom pushes on.

"What are you doing this evening, Matthew?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well, I'm helping out at the old folks home tonight, but I've got a free hour after work, maybe we could go for a drink?"

Matthew finally looks up.

"Why do you do this?"

"Why do I do what?"

"Why are you always so nice to me? Why do you keep trying to get me to come out with you?"

"I think it would be good for you."

"Maybe, maybe not. But why do you care?"

Dom toys with his fork.

"I like helping people."

"You do, don't you," Matthew smirks, "you're such a good person. Such a pure soul."

Dom blinks. All the usual canteen sounds - the conversations, the clink and rattle of cutlery - have stopped. He looks around and ... everything's gone. The people in the canteen, the canteen itself, all gone. He turns back to Matthew and freezes. Matthew is still here, but what a change! There's no trace of the squat, unkempt figure Dom has spent so many futile months trying to befriend. The man standing before him is trim and clean, dressed in a neat, dark suit.

"Who are you?" Dom asks.

Matthew laughs.

"Oh, I have many names," Matthew's eyes change, becoming yellow, snakelike, before returning to their usual blue, "serpent, Prince of Darkness, Father of Lies. They all boil down to the same thing."

Dom can't believe what he's hearing.

"You're the Devil?"

Matthew licks his lips, offering Dom a brief glimpse of a long, forked tongue.

"The one and only. The original and best."

"What do you want with me?"

"I should think that's obvious, Dominic. I want to tempt you, I want to corrupt you. I want your soul."

"But why waste your time with me? Shouldn't you be bringing down governments, starting wars, that kind of thing?"

"There's no need. You people already have that covered. If there's one thing you excel at, it's destroying yourselves. This world, and everyone in it, is already on the road to Hell."

"If that's true, why are you even here? Why bother corrupting individuals if the whole race is already doomed?"

"Everyone needs a hobby. Sitting on a throne of skulls gets boring after a few centuries."

"And so what, you've been here all these months, just watching me?"

"Yes, well, most of the time."

"So what do you do when you're not watching me?"

"I'm glad you asked."

Matthew snaps his fingers and now they're on a busy city street, sometime after the sun has gone down. Matthew leans against a wall, his smart suit exchanged for a much trashier outfit: a red, fluffy coat, sunglasses, tight, colourful leggings. Dom watches the passing cars, sees the drivers' heads turn as they go by.

"What are we doing here, Matthew?"

"This is my patch."

Dom is appalled.

"You work as a rent boy? You sell yourself?"

"I do, and for a very good price, too."

"Why?"

"Why not? Lust has always been my favourite sin."

They're in a bedroom now, watching a second version of Matthew with another man.

"The world's oldest profession is a perfect tool for me. I can corrupt men, seduce them away from their nice, sheltered lives and into a world of sin. I've broken up so many happy marriages."

"You're proud of that?"

"Of course I am," Matthew is honestly puzzled, "why wouldn't I be?"

The Matthew on the bed squeals as he's fucked, the sound stirring desires Dom has worked so hard to suppress. He blushes and turns away.

"You came here to tempt me, Matthew."

"I did."

"Get on with it, then."

"If you insist."

They're back in the white space. Matthew's still wearing his tart's outfit, though.

"This is how it works, Dominic. I give you one night of sin, one night to do anything you want, free from repercussions."

"And when the night is over?"

"You go on to live a nice, long life, full of charity and good works. But when it ends, you're mine."

"What if I say no, what if you can't tempt me? What happens then?"

"Then I shake your hand and send you on your way."

Matthew's tone becomes brisk, businesslike.

"Okay Dominic, let's get to it. What can I tempt you with? Would you like to be a criminal? A bank robber, maybe?"

Dom sees himself in a bank, dressed in leather, wielding a shotgun. He laughs at the image.

"No? Well then, how about some good old-fashioned substance abuse?"

Now Dom sees himself taking pills, snorting coke, reaching for a syringe.

"What do you think? All the benefits, none of the side effects?"

Matthew's eyes search Dom's face.

"No, this isn't for you. But there's something, there's always something. Alright, let's try my favourite sin."

Sex is the theme now. Dom watches himself with women, so many women. Matthew studies Dom's expression carefully, looking for evidence of interest. He smiles, pleased with what he finds.

"Now we're getting somewhere. But I don't think you care much for women. Let's try something else."

Men this time, Dom with men of every age, every body type. He gasps and Matthew laughs. Dom shuts his eyes, wraps his arms around his head.

"No no no, I won't give in, you won't win me over, no ..."

Matthew's hands on his arms, prying them away, his touch gentle.

"Alright, Dominic. One last temptation, one last roll of the dice. If you can resist this, I'll let you go. Now, open your eyes."

Dom does and his mouth drops open. Matthew stands before him, naked.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making you an offer. I saw how you reacted to that vision, me in bed with another man. You liked it, didn't you?"

Dom blushes.

"I didn't think you'd pick up on that."

"But I did, Dominic. No potential for sin escapes my eye. This is the deal. You get one night with me, and please believe me when I say it will be the best night of your life."

Dom is suddenly confronted with visions of the two of them. So many possibilities, so many dark desires ... leather, rubber, whips, chains, vibrators ...

"Nothing is too depraved for me, Dominic. I'll do anything, I'll do everything. I can turn you inside out with pleasure, or with pain. Here, have a quick preview."

Dom is assaulted by raw sensation: hands and tongues caress every last inch of flesh, a hot mouth engulfs his cock even as another cock slides up and into him. The experience is brief, but it's enough to send Dom to his knees. Matthew stands over him.

"Time to decide, Dominic. Do you want one night of sin or do you want to walk away from me? Sin or sainthood, what's your answer?"

Dom looks up at the Devil, choice already made.

He opens his mouth to speak.

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