Enemies Part Five

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Title: Enemies Part Five
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.


Dom circles the table once, twice, three times. He stops beside the suspect and puts his hands on his hips.

"Well?"

The suspect sneers up at him.

"Well what? You've got nothing on me and we both know it. You can't keep me here. I know my rights"

He stands and walks to the door, or tries to. Dom grabs him by the shirt and shoves him back, hard. The suspect bounces off the table and almost falls. He regains his balance and, when he looks at Dom, his eyes are wide and full of fear.

"Fuck your rights, you leave when I say you can leave. Now, take your clothes off."

"What?"

Dom places a hand on the butt of his gun.

"You heard me. Do it!"

The suspect reluctantly complies. He cups protective hands over his genitals, hiding them from Dom's view. That won't do. Dom tuts.

"Come on, no need to be shy. Let me see you. All. Of. You."

The naked man shudders, closes his eyes and drops his hands.

"Oh yes, very nice."

Dom's across the room and on him in a heartbeat, forcing his tongue into the man's mouth and thrusting a hand between his legs. The suspect squirms, tries to get away; Dom grabs a fistful of hair in his free hand and holds him in place. Hands brush the front of Dom's uniform and push against his chest. But they fall away as the cock in Dom's hand begins to stiffen. The suspect sighs into Dom's mouth, all thoughts of resistance forgotten.

Dom grabs him by the shoulders, spins him and presses him down until his chest and face are flat against the table's surface. Dom bends and licks the man's ear.

"You belong to me now," he hisses.

The suspect twitches and whimpers as Dom stands and runs possessive hands over his back and ass. Dom takes his hands off him and steps away but the man doesn't move, doesn't raise his head to track the cop's movements. The snap of a latex glove echoes around the room, followed by the click of a bottle cap. Lubed-up fingers pry the suspect's cheeks apart and probe his entrance.

"No," he whines.

It's an empty protest; even as he says the words he's pressing back against the fingers, like a dog longing to be petted. He doesn't fool Dom for a second and the cop's lips twist into a sardonic smile as his fingers explore the other man's back passage, giving a new, perverted meaning to the phrase "full cavity search." And while he'd love to tease the suspect until he's begging for release, his own need is too urgent. There's no time to waste.

The latex gloves come off and hit the floor and Dom's pants, weighed down by the gunbelt, soon follow. The suspect's head lashes from side to side, mouth open in a silent scream as Dom rams it home. His back arches and his nails claw at the table's surface as Dom snaps his hips forward and back. Dom's hat falls off and he can feel the sweat running down his face. He clenches his teeth and tries to hold back, wanting to make this last. But then the other man begins to spasm, clenching around Dom's manhood and the cop loses it, panting and swearing as he loses control.

They fall forward onto the table, still joined at the crucial spot. The fog in Dom's brain slowly clears and he uses one arm to prop himself up and the other to shake the limp form beneath him.

"Matt? You okay?"

The criminal nods weakly, still trying to pull himself together.

"I'm fine, I just need a minute. I think you just rearranged all my internal organs."

Dom smiles, absurdly pleased with himself.

"Was it everything you hoped it'd be?"

"All that and more."

"How long have you had this fantasy?"

"As long as I can remember. I've always wanted to be bent over a table and fucked by a cop in full uniform."

"Why didn't you just buy a costume and get someone to wear it?"

"I wanted to be fucked by a cop in uniform, not a guy dressing up in a fake cop uniform. There's a difference."

"You are twisted."

Matt laughs.

"And you're just figuring this out now?"

Dom nuzzles the back of his neck in response and winces as he pulls himself up and out of Matt. His uniform reeks of sex and sweat, so Dom takes it off and drops it on the floor, making a mental note to take it to the dry-cleaner - but not his usual dry-cleaner. He doesn't want the nice old Korean lady who usually does his clothes touching this. Matt pulls himself together and they go up to the bathroom.

It takes two tries in the shower, the first ending with them both panting and slippery on the floor as the hot water flows over them, their game of "I'll wash yours if you wash mine" quickly turning into something else. They dry off and curl up in Dom's bed, facing each other and locked together so tightly Dom can't tell where he ends and Matt begins. The criminal gives Dom's shoulder a playful pinch.

"Such a serious face," he teases, "what's on your mind?"

"I was just thinking ... it's nice, having someone here with me."

"I know what you mean."

"Have you ever had something serious, Matt?"

"In prison?"

"Yeah."

"No. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a monk, but I never had a boyfriend. What about you?"

"Once. We lived together for about a year. I was in Homicide then and Homicide cops keep odd hours. He didn't like that. In his mind the bed was half-empty, not half-full, and so he filled it. I came home early one day and caught him with another man."

"I'm sorry."

Dom shrugs.

"It was a long time ago. And I can't lay all the blame on him. It was a bad time for me and I wasn't easy to live with."

Matt nods sympathetically and, before he knows what he's doing, Dom is spilling it all. The rotten luck that seemed to dog him, making sure he got stuck with all the worst cases, the real horror shows. The stress, the sleepness nights, the weight loss. Matt doesn't judge or make fun, he just holds Dom as he lets it all out. They lie together, not speaking, for a long time.

"Dom?" Matt breaks the silence.

"What?"

"Have you ever killed anyone? In the line of duty, I mean."

"No."

"Do you think you could?"

"Could I kill just anyone or could I kill you?"

"Could you kill me?"

Dom thinks about it.

"If I had to, if it was the only way to stop you hurting someone, I'd like to think I'd do the right thing."

"But could you really do it?"

"I ... no. No, I don't think I could. What about you, could you kill me?"

"No. Why do you look so surprised?"

"You've killed before."

"Only when I had to. I never enjoyed it and I don't kill innocent people or work with anyone who does."

Matt shifts slightly in Dom's embrace.

"If I was going to kill you, Dom, I would have done it that first day, when I caught you sniffing around my warehouse. But I didn't and now I can't. I can't hurt you. I won't."

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This conversation changes everything. The L-word is never mentioned, but they both know their feelings go beyond sexual desire. And their relationship begins to change.

Matt spends almost every evening at Dom's and they don't spend all their time in the bedroom, as they did in the beginning. They have dinner, wash dishes, watch television (Matt lying on his side with his head in Dom's lap. Dom's hand on Matt's hip), normal, boring stuff. There are more conversations and less kinky sex games. Dom could almost believe they're just a normal couple.

Almost.

But not quite.

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Dom leans against the wall of the interrogation room. He got lucky today: they caught one of Bellamy's guys. He tripped coming out of the bank and was tackled to the ground by a passing beat cop. Now he sits across from one of Dom's men with his arms folded across his chest, ignoring their questions.  Dom tries again.

"Come on, Morgan. We don't want you. We want your boss. Give us Bellamy and we'll make a deal with you."

"Bellamy? I don't know any Bellamy. I don't have a boss. I run that crew, me and nobody else. Congratulations, you just hooked a real big fish."

"You're lying. We know you're not the boss of that crew."

"I'd like to see you prove it."

Dom walks over to the table and switches the recorder off.

"We're not getting anywhere. Take him to a holding cell. We'll give him some time to think, then we'll try this again."

They take Morgan away and Dom goes for coffee. He's on his way back to his office, planning to spend a couple of hours wrestling with his paperwork load, when the power goes out, plunging the entire station into darkness. The emergency lights come on and, in the faint glow they provide, Dom can see people staring at suddenly dead computers, confused. Dom drops his coffee and runs for the stairs.

He couldn't, he couldn't be this reckless ...

He could. By the time Dom gets all the way down to the cells, they've been transformed into a dark and smoky hell. The smoke reaches the ceiling and the sprinklers, which are also on the emergency circuit, go off. Dom throws an arm across his mouth and tries to breathe normally. He can see blurred shapes, moving through the smoke and water. Someone grabs the back of Dom's shirt collar and he's dragged into a nearby bathroom.

The door closes behind them and Dom wheels around, furious.

"What are you doing?"

Matt pulls off his gasmask.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"You can't bust a guy out of a police station!"

"Just watch me. Don't worry, it's all smoke bombs and rubber bullets. Nobody gets hurt."

Matt pushes him into a cubicle and, before Dom can fully process what's happening, his belt is unbuckled. He tries to shove Matt away.

"No. Not here."

Matt presses against him again.

"Yes. Here. Now. In this station, with your fellow officers all around."

Even as he speaks he's reaching into Dom's pants and freeing his cock. The sensation, coupled with the insanity of the situation, melts the rational part of Dom's brain. He moans and unzips Matt's pants, taking his lover in hand.

There's no time for slow and gentle. Their movements are fast and rough and they cling to each other for support as they topple off the cliff together.

Matt's the first to recover. He cleans himself up and tucks himself back in. Dom's still trying to catch his breath as Matt blows him a kiss, puts his mask back on and walks out into the fog.

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The lights are already on when Dom finally gets home. He finds Matt in the kitchen, fussing with the oven. He straightens up and smiles but the cop's not in the mood.

"Have you gone insane, Matt?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You raided a police station!"

"No one got hurt."

"And that makes it better?"

"Doesn't it?"

Dom groans in frustration and goes upstairs to clean himself up and change. This - the life he's living - is so fucked up it's not even funny.

But it's still better than what he had before.