Enemies Part Two

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Title: Enemies Part Two
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Summary: A cop. A bank robber. Some sex. What else do you need?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.


Matt struts into the warehouse and watches his crew work. The van has been unloaded, all the money dumped on the ground. Three men count it and the other two sort it into separate stacks. They've been busy while he was ... otherwise engaged. No doubt about it, this is the best crew Matt's ever had and he wishes they could do more work together, a lot more. But that's just the kind of sloppy, sentimental thinking that sends a man to jail for eight years. This has to be the last job. Have a plan and stick to it, that's always been Matt's philosophy. The crew look up as Matt approaches.

"Everything okay, boss?" one of them asks.

Matt smiles. "Everything's fine, Tom. How'd we do today?"

"Good, real good. We just finished carving out your share and there's plenty left for us."

Matt stretches, feeling his spine crackle.

"I've been thinking about that, and I want to show you all how much I enjoyed our time together. You can keep my share, I don't want it."

They stand in stunned silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom finally asks.

"I'm sure. It's been a good day and you deserve it."

Matt walks away as they clap and cheer. Oh it's been a very good day, better than any of them could ever imagine. He could tell them about it: all about what he just did and really rub the cop's nose in it, destroying him more completely than a bullet in the head ever could. Matt could do it, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to share this, he wants to keep it for himself.

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Dom sits in the captain's office, eyes on the floor as the older man chews him out.

"A mess, a disaster, a catastrophe, a clusterfuck of epic proportions!"

Dom snorts.

"A what of what?"

"You're laughing? You think this is funny?"

"No."

"Good, because it's not. Now tell me, how could you let this happen?"

"I told you I wanted a smaller team. You wouldn't listen."

"Fuck the size of the team! Big, small, who cares? How effective can a team be when their leader abandons them?"

The captain drops his considerable bulk into the chair on the other side of the desk and ticks off points on his fingers.

"You leave your men, you go after six heavily armed criminals on your own, you cause half a dozen small crashes and you abuse members of the public."

"They were in my way."

"Their taxes pay your salary," the captain wipes his forehead, "seriously Dom, what were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?"

Dom hangs his head as the other man gets up and walks over to the window.

"Go on, get out of here. Crawl back to your office and write this up. I want it on my desk by the end of the week."

Back in his own office, Dom toys with a pen and stares at a blank sheet of paper. Morning becomes afternoon, afternoon becomes evening and the paper remains blank. Dom's on fire inside, half of him burning with shame and the other with lust - how is he supposed to write a report when he can't even think straight? He gives up in disgust, grabbing his jacket and leaving the station.

Dom stops at a liquor store on the way home, looking for something to douse the flames. Torn between his good friends Jack and Jim, he decides to get a bottle of each. He's walking back to his car when a tiny man blocks his path. Dom steps around him but he refuses to take the hint. Dom sighs.

"I'm not in the mood, Lenny."

"I need to talk to you, lieutenant."

"I'm not giving you any money."

"Don't need money."

"You can't have any of my booze."

"Did I ask? Did I?"

"So what do you want?"

"I'm in trouble. I've got warrants out on me."

"Warrants for what?"

"Dealing."

"I'm not in Narco anymore."

"But you still have friends there. You could talk to them."

"I could, but why should I? What do I get in return?"

"Matt Bellamy."

Dom stops dead in his tracks and Lenny goes in for the kill.

"You want him, I can give him to you. I know where you can find him. Say you'll help me and I'll give him up."

"Alright. Tell me what you know and I'll pull some strings for you. But if I find out you've lied to me, I'll fuck you up. Understand?"

"What makes you think you'll find me, lieutenant?"

"Oh I'll find you, Lenny. Slugs like you always leave slime in their tracks."

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The river stinks and Dom can see beer cans and used condoms floating in it. Nice. Bellamy lives in a classy neighbourhood - if he lives here at all. Dom works his way along the waterfront. until he finds the abandoned brewery Lenny told him about. All the doors are rusted shut so Dom climbs in a window. The first two floors are filthy and filled with junk. Dom doesn't waste time searching them. He climbs up to the third floor and hits the jackpot. Half of this floor is just as messy as the ones underneath, but the other half has been cleaned up and turned into a comfortable living area with furniture, lamps, heaters and even some bookcases. Dom's prey is lying on a couch dressed only in a pair of jeans, hands behind his head as he watches television. Creeping closer, Dom can hear the hum of generators somewhere.

Matt doesn't even flinch when Dom puts a gun to the back of his head and pulls back the hammer.

"Lieutenant, so nice of you to drop by. Can I get you some coffee?"

"Shut up."

Dom keeps the gun on the criminal as he moves around to the front of the couch. Matt sniffs.

"How'd you find me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Someone ratted me out, didn't they?"

Dom ignores the question. He takes a quick look around and makes a low sound of disgust.

"This place is the shits."

Matt laughs.

"True, but just look at my  little island of elegance and good taste in the middle of it all. Are you sure I can't get you some coffee, or something stronger?"

Dom pulls the handcuffs from his belt.

"Get on your knees."

"Now we're talking."

Matt slides from the couch and kneels in front of Dom. The cop's mouth waters at the sight but he tries to stick to the script.

"Put your hands on your head."

Matt pouts.

"I don't want to put my hands on my head. I want to put them on your cock. And you want that too, don't you?"

Matt crawls forward and tugs at Dom's belt.

"S-stop!"

The criminal smirks up at him.

"We both know you don't want me to stop."

Dom moans and drops the cuffs as Matt pulls his pants and boxers down and strokes him with a gentle hand, caressing him from base to tip.

"Beautiful," Matt murmers, "so beautiful."

He swirls his tongue around the very tip of Dom's cock, then takes the cop in his mouth. Dom's gun hand dangles loosely at his side as the criminal pleasures him. Somehow, the other man knows just how to please him, every swipe of his tongue hitting all the right spots and bringing Dom closer and closer to the edge. Dom can feel his knees shaking as a finger slips between his cheeks and teases his hole.

No! Not Like this!

Using what little willpower he has left, Dom shoves Matt away and the criminal lands in his back. Dom picks up his handcuffs and throws them at Matt. They land on his bare chest.

"Chain yourself," Dom points at a railing just outside Matt's living area, "to that, hands in front."

"Kinky. I like it."

Matt does as he's told and Dom shuffles over to him. He drops his gun and runs his hand down the crook's back, fingertips gliding over soft and supple skin. Then he draws his hand back and delivers a stinging slap to Matt's buttocks. Matt squirms with delight.

"Oh yeah," he gasps, "treat me rough, sugar."

Dom slaps him again and again, each blow harder than the one before. He doesn't stop until every inch of skin on Matt's ass is bright red. The cop sinks to his knees and kisses and tongues the raw flesh, soothing it. Matt babbles above him, a steady stream of pleas, curses and nonsense words as Dom thrusts two spit-soaked fingers into him.

Standing again, Dom parts Matt's cheeks. But he doesn't enter him, not right away. He torments him, running the tip of his cock over Matt's hole until the other man is sobbing, begging for it. Only then does Dom push into him.

"Jesus, you're tight," he hisses in Matt's ear, "I never thought anyone who'd been in jail as long as you have could be so tight."

Matt doesn't answer back, he's beyond such things. Dom sets a furious pace, hands clawing and twisting at Matt's hips as he pummels him. Fuck, but it feels good to be in the driver's seat. Dom feels a familiar tightening and knows he's right on the edge. He pulls out of Matt and jerks himself roughly, unloading all over Matt's back. Panting, coming down from his high, he suddenly remembers that Matt hasn't come yet.

"Where are my manners?"

He snakes a hand around Matt's waist and takes hold of him, tugging gently. Matt shudders and spills into Dom's hand. Dom releases him and steps back.

"Does this dump have a bathroom, or do you just shit on the floor like an animal?"

Matt is still fighting for breath.

"On ... the ... right. In the corner."

Dom shuffles over to the bathroom, cleans himself up and splashes water on his face. Walking back to Matt he picks up his gun and shoves it in the holster.

"How did you get running water in here? How is that even possible?"

"Anything's possible when you know the right people."

Matt seems to have regained some of his former cockiness. He rattles the cuffs impatiently.

"You going to take me in now? I'd love to hear you explain just how your DNA got all over me."

Dom produces the handcuff key, releases one of Matt's hands and pulls the criminal into a searing kiss. When they finally part he smirks at Matt and closes the empty cuff around the railing, trapping him. Matt opens his mouth to protest, Dom pops the handcuff key into it and, in his surprise, Matt swallows it. Dom admires his handiwork.

"Well, this has been interesting. We must do it again sometime."

He walks away and Matt tugs at the cuff around his wrist.

"You can't leave me like this!"

Dom turns.

"I'm not. I gave you the key, you'll be able to free yourself. Eventually."

Dom walks away, laughing to himself as Matt screams and curses.