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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."
"Where?"
"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."
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."
"Where?"
"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."
