hannah_chapter1: (Invasion)
Title: Tease: Take Two
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: You only shag twice.
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.
Notes: So what happens when your humble author is left alone with a bag of microwave popcorn and a James Bond boxset? This. This happens.
More Notes: This was written for the amazing millionstar. A belated birthday gift but hey, better late than never.

Dom leans back on his stool and takes an appreciative sip of his vodka martini. His assignment went off without a hitch; he loves it when a plan comes together. Now it's time to relax and enjoy the good things this city has to offer: a sublime meal, all the comforts of a five-star hotel and, perhaps, the company of the boy behind the bar. Slim, dark-haired, gorgeous - just the way Dom likes it. The blond is toying with the idea of coaxing the handsome young bartender upstairs (something tells him the bartender would be quite agreeable) and taking him on a sexual tour of the world when someone oozes onto the adjacent stool.

"Mr. Howard," the newcomer drawls, "fancy meeting you here."

Dom spins on his stool and looks right into the eyes of Matthew Bellamy. The other spy is impeccably dressed, the pale beautiful body concealed beneath a crisp blue suit. The blond spy flashes back to their last encounter, the memory of Bellamy gasping and writhing beneath him and his mouth begins to water. He takes a sip of his martini, feigns nonchalance.

"Mr. Bellamy. I didn't expect to find you here," Dom stiffens on his stool, suddenly suspicious, "why are you here?"

The blond's hand drifts to the holster at the small of his back and the Walther PPK nestled within.

"Did you follow me here, Bellamy?"

Bellamy tuts. He summons the bartender and orders a martini of his own before turning back to Dom.

"Do you really think you could do it, Mr. Howard? Do you think you could pull that gun before I broke your arm in at least two places?"

Dom's hand closes around the handle of the pistol.

"Shall we find out?" he asks.

Bellamy sighs as his martini arrives.

"Such drama! Such unchecked paranoia!"

"Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness. Especially in our line of work."

"This is true."

"And I don't believe in coincidence."


"No. If coincidences are just coincidences, then why do they always feel so contrived?"

Bellamy picks up his glass and drains it in one quick swallow.

"You make an interesting point, Mr. Howard. Or may I call you Dominic?"

"Why not?"

"Why not, indeed. Well, as I was saying, you make an interesting point, Dominic. But you don't need your gun tonight and you do not need your paranoia. I'm not here for you."

"Then why are you here?"

"Do you really expect an honest answer to that question? Do you really think I'd share details of my current assignment with anyone, let alone an agent of a rival company?"

"So, you're on assignment."

"Of course. I'm working, just like you are. and when I'm off the clock I enjoy the finer things in life, just as you do."

"That's all there is to it?"


Dom relaxes, takes his hand off his gun.

"Well then," he says," since we're both here and off the clock, as you put it, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I would, I really would, but I'm afraid I can't," Bellamy turns on his stool and gestures at two handome young men, a blond and a redhead, sitting at a table by the door, "I have other plans tonight."

"Oh," Dom picks up his drink, "I see. So, which one were you planning on having?"

Bellamy appears confused by the question.

"Why, both. I'm having both of them."

The blond chokes on his martini. Bellamy smiles.

"Don't look so shocked," he drawls, "you'd do the same. As a matter of fact, you have. We're more alike than you could possibly know."

"Then why did you come ..." the blond sputters.

"I just wanted to say hello," Bellamy finishes his martini, slips off his stool, "and now I really must be going. Those boys won't ravish themselves."

Dom racks his brains for a witty comeback, comes up empty as the other spy delivers a parting shot.

"Don't sulk, Dominic. You've had me before. You'll have me again. You just can't have me tonight. Be seeing you."

And that's that. Bellamy sweeps out of the bar with a boy on each arm, a pair of beautiful - if not quite matching - cufflinks. The bartender catches Dom's eye again, but he doesn't appear quite as captivating as he originally did.

That doesn't stop Dom dragging him into the bathroom and giving him a good seeing to in one of the cublicles, though.


Dom wakes suddenly, all his senses on red alert. Someone's in here with him. He's reaching for his gun when a voice stops him.

"You don't need that."

The blond turns on the lamp, squints at the figure standing by his bed.

"Bellamy?" he rasps.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?"

Bellamy flashes a wicked grin as he begins to strip.

"I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count."

"I thought you had plans tonight."

"I did. Plans change."

"What happened to your toys?"

"Them?", Bellamy drops his trousers, "I wore them out. Drained their batteries. I need someone with more stamina. Something tells me you'll fit the bill."

"So you thought you'd just break into my room and crawl into my bed?"

"Yes. I didn't think you'd mind. Do you mind?"

"No, but it's more than a little presumptious, don't you think? What if I wasn't alone? What if I already had a boy in my bed?"

"Well then, he'd just have to wait his turn, wouldn't he?" Bellamy replies.

The dark-haired spy climbs into the blond's bed.

"Enough talk. I want you, Dominic," he moans, "I want your hands on my skin, your cock in my arse. I want you to fuck me, hard and deep, all night long."

How can Dom resist a line like that?

He has often thought about the last time he plundered this hot little body. It's one of his fondest memories. But, as he touches and tastes smooth, sweet flesh, as he teases and tweaks stiff little nipples, as Bellamy straddles him and closes around him like a tight, slick fist, he has to admit, memories are a poor substitute for reality. Especially this wet and sexy reality.

Brain addled by lust, Dom soon loses all track of time, all sense of self. Only the flesh, and the indulgence of the flesh, truly matters. But is he using Bellamy or is Bellamy using him? Oh, what does it matter? Dom is dimly aware of the sun coming up as the other man finally lets him collapse onto the matress and drift into a heavy, fully-sated sleep. Then he knows no more.


Bright light stings Dom's eyes. He tries to raise an arm to block out the sunlight, but he can't. He can't move his arms at all; they've been raised above his head and secured to the headboard. Dom curses and struggles. He hears laughter and Bellamy, fully dressed and perfectly groomed, moves into his line of sight. Dom glares at the other spy.

"What is this, Bellamy?"

The other man laughs again.

"You really should learn to trust your instincts, Dominic. You were right to be suspicious. I am here for you, or, to be more precise, for this."

Bellamy hold up a laptop, the laptop, full of the files Dom has spent several weeks acquiring.

"But what about - "

"The sex? We both know it's your weakness, and one I've exploited before. But if it's any consolation, it was good for me, too."

Bellamy tucks the laptop beneath his arm and turns to go.

"You can't leave me like this!"

"Really, Dominic, the knots aren't that tight. A competant operative should be able to slip them in two hours. Three if he's still reeling from all the sex he had last night."

"I'll be free in one. And then I'll come for you, Bellamy, you know I will."

"I know you'll try. But will you succeed? Think of all the fun we'll have together, finding out."

Bellamy blows the blond a kiss and, just like that, he's gone.


Jun. 15th, 2014 07:26 pm
hannah_chapter1: (Airplane)
Title: Tease
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: A different kind of interrogation.
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: Yes please
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.
Notes: So what happens when your humble author is left alone with a bag of microwave popcorn and a James Bond boxset? This. This happen.
More Notes: This was written for the amazing millionstar.

Dom slips the blindfold off, examines the interrogation room.

It's taken longer then he thought. They've had him for a couple of months and he knew this was coming. He just didn't expect it to take so long.

And this interrogation room - it's way too comfortable to be an interrogation room. The two-way mirror, the camera dangling from the ceiling, yes, these things are expected. But the soft carpet, the plush couch he's sitting on, the expensive desk facing the couch, these are unwelcome surprises.

The door opens and Dom gets another surprise. His interrogator, this agent of a rival agency, is wearing shorts and a t-shirt, clothes that leave very little to the imagination. Dom's heart begins to pound as he looks at the other man. Dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, pale skin - oh, dear God.

Dom hasn't had sex in over two months and now this delicious morsel is dangled before him. He wants this beautiful stranger, wants to throw him down on that desk and do unspeakable things to him. He takes deep breaths, tries to calm himself as the stranger sits behind the desk.

"Good evening, Mr. Howard. I'm Matthew Bellamy."

"Are you an agent?"

"I am."

"And do you always dress like a Thai ladyboy on holiday?"

"Only on very special occasions."

"Is this a special occasion?"

"Oh yes."

"An interrogation?"

"Yes, but not the kind you were expecting. We thought about using drugs or torture to find out what we want to know, but others have tried these methods on some of your fellow agents and gotten nowhere. We're taking a different approach."

"What kind of approach?"

"I think you know."

Bellamy leans back in his chair, a lascivious grin on his face and Dom laughs.

"You cannot be serious."

"Oh, but I am. We've studied you, we know your one weakness. Locked away, no sex for months, you must be half-insane with lust right now. Tell us where the USB is and I'll take away your pain."

"I don't want you to take away my pain, I don't want you at all," Dom lies through his teeth, "you're not even my type."

"Liar. I'm exactly your type and we both know it."

"And your company would just offer you up to me like this? Why? Are you being punished for something?"

"No, rewarded. I've heard so much about you. I've read all the files, I've even interviewed some of the men you've taken to bed. I've had fantasies about you."

"You have?"

"Yes. Then we caught you and I couldn't believe my luck."

"Right. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but your fantasies will never become reality. I'll never give up the USB."

"No? We'll see."

Bellamy opens a desk drawer and takes out ... a lollipop. Dom blinks.

Okay. He definitely did not expect that.

The other agent gets up and perches on the very edge of the desk. He unwraps the lollipop slowly. Then he looks right into Dom's eyes as he takes a long lick.

The blond almost comes on the spot.

"It won't work," he says, trying to sound calm, indifferent even, "your little games won't work on me."

Bellamy doesn't answer. He just keeps licking the lollipop. His tongue moves across the sweet in slow, deliberate swipes and there's not a single centimetre that goes unlicked. God, that tongue! An image pops into Dom's mind: that tongue, working its magic on his cock and he moans. Bellamy's eyes twinkle and Dom knows the smug, sexy little bastard has just read his mind.

"I could just take what I want from you," he tells Bellamy.

"You could try. But that's not really your style, is it? You prefer a willing partner. And I could be a willing partner. Very willing."

He goes back to licking his pop and Dom just goes quietly insane.

A thin film of sweat coats Dom's entire body and his cock is so hard it could be used to hammer nails by the time Bellamy finishes his sweet treat. The other agent hops off the desk and drops the lollipop stick in the waste paper basket, making sure to bend over and give the blond a good look at his rear end as he does so.

And that's what breaks Dom, the sight of that perfect arse in those tight, tight shorts.

"A hotel room," he grinds out, "the USB is in a hotel room. The Royale. Room 302."


"Hidden in the air vent. Now get over here and suck me."

Bellamy is across the room before the last words have left Dom's mouth. Dom opens his trousers, tearing them in his haste. Bellamy falls to his knees as Dom pulls his boxers down. He stares at Dom's cock, his expression one of stunned adoration.

"Well?" Dom demands, "what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"

Bellamy lowers his head and goes to work. He laps at the head of Dom's cock, just like he licked the lollipop, tasting, exploring. Dom skids rapidly towards the edge.

"Such a good little dick sucker," he gasps.

Bellamy doesn't answer but he does take Dom into his mouth, all the way in. Dom comes for what feels like days, pouring a couple of months' worth of frustration down the other agent's throat. Bellamy doesn't seem to mind, in fact he gulps it down as though it were the finest champagne.

Dom's mind begins to clear. He pulls Bellamy up and kisses him. He can taste himself on the other man's tongue and he can taste the lollipop too, the bitter and the sweet complimenting each other perfectly. The kiss is good, so good, but it's not enough.

Dom pushes Bellamy down on the couch, tears the shirt and shorts right off him. And then he moans because the other man is beautiful. Slim and pale and he has the cutest little nipples Dom has ever seen. The blond plays with the agent, with the delicious body pinned beneath him, listens carefully to the sounds each action provokes. Bellamy yelps when Dom bites him, marking that gleaming skin. He gasps when Dom plays with his nipples, pinching and flicking those stiff little buds. And he sighs when Dom opens him up and eases his cock, newly swollen with fresh blood, inside him.

The blond's thrusts are hard and merciless. Bellamy, the saucy little slut, loves every second of it. Dom looks over at the two-way mirror, then grins down at his new toy.

"Was this in your fanstasy?" he gasps, hips snapping back and forth like pistons, "me using you, making you my plaything for a night while your masters watch?"

Bellamy jerks and hisses, Dom doesn't miss a single thrust.

"Because they are watching, aren't they? Watching you squeal and moan like the cheap little whore that you are."

Bellamy comes undone. He howls and Dom feels hot fluid spray his stomach. And then it's his turn to scream as he's caught in the grip of a mind-melting orgasm.

He's lying in Bellamy's arms when he finally comes to his senses. He groans and sits up.

"What now?" he asks.

"Now you go back to your room. We'll search that hotel room and, when we find the USB, we'll let you go."

"You will?"

"Of course. We don't want to upset your agency anymore than we have to, so yes, we'll let you go. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again some day, when we're both out on assignment."

Dom laughs as he gathers up his clothes.

"I'm looking forward to it."


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