Enemies Part Six
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hannah_chapter1Title: Enemies Part Six
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 15/R
Summary: A cop. A bank robber. Some sex. What else do you need?
Feedback: Please do.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.
It had to happen. They were bound to reach a point of no return, a point where their true feelings could no longer be hidden, or denied with any real conviction. And trouble was sure to follow.
***************************
Matt tiptoes into Dom's bedroom. It's late, past midnight and he doesn't want to wake the cop. Dom is asleep on his back, the book he was reading half-open by his hand. His face, illuminated by the bedside lamp, is soft and open and innocent. The sight takes Matt's breath away.
Matt takes the book away, undresses and turns out the light. He climbs into bed and his hip bumps Dom's. A brief touch, but it's enough. The cop snorts, rolls over and butts his head against Matt's arm, a silent demand. Matt laughs and raises his arms.
"Come on."
Dom doesn't need to be told twice. He cuddles into Matt's chest and sighs as the crook's hands stroke up and down his back. He growls something into Matt's chest. Anyone else would dismiss it as gibberish, but Matt has become quite adept at deciphering Dom's sleep ramblings.
"I know it's late, I'm sorry. I had to take care of something."
More muttering from the direction of Matt's nipple, a question.
"You don't want to know."
Matt yawns and looks down at Dom.
"You working tomorrow?"
A brief, soft sound, Dom's half-asleep version of no.
"Good, that's good."
Matt smiles and closes his eyes. He kisses the top of Dom's head
"I love you."
Shitshitshit.
Matt's eyes snap open. He couldn't help himself, the words tumbled out before he could stop them. He waits for a reaction, any reaction, from Dom. But there's nothing, the cop's gone back to sleep. Matt relaxes,
But it's a long time before he can relax enough to sleep.
**************************************
In bed together on a cold Sunday afternoon, Dom on his back, Matt inside him, so deep inside him. Good, so, so good, but Dom wants, needs, more. He reaches up and cups Matt's cheek. They look into each other's eyes and are stunned by what they see, their real feelings finally exposed.
This isn't just sex.
It's love.
They finish together, sobbing and moaning into each other's mouths. Matt pulls out and flops over onto his back. They lie side by side, staring up at the ceiling.
And neither one can think of a single thing to say.
***************************
"Come with me."
Dom shakes his head, trying to clear the sleep from it. It's been almost two weeks since he last saw Matt, twelve long, mostly sleepless nights, and now he's in the cop's kitchen, making demands. Dom sets his coffee cup down with a bang, spilling some.
"Asshole! You disappear for two weeks, don't bother to call or text so I'll know you're okay and then you just walk in here, in broad daylight, when anyone can see you? What's wrong with you?"
Matt smiles, a soft, friendly smile. But his eyes are cold, so cold.
"Come with me, Dom."
"Go fuck yourself."
"You don't get it, do you?" Matt pulls a gun from his jacket, "it wasn't a request. Refusal isn't an option. Come with me, Dom. Now."
Dom looks at the gun, then back up at Matt.
"You can't be serious."
Matt's not smiling now. He raises the gun and puts it to Dom's head.
"Serious as a heart attack. If you want to keep what passes for a brain inside that skull of yours, you come with me now."
Dom licks his lips, acutely aware of the cold metal pressed against his temple.
"Alright, you win."
Matt puts his gun away and grabs Dom's arm. The cop just has enough time to snag his keys before he's hustled out of his house and into Matt's car. He scowls at the other man.
"You know this is the second time you've kidnapped me."
"I know. But look on the bright side, you're not in the trunk this time."
Where are we going?"
Matt's lips twist into a cruel smirk.
"You'll see."
And that's all Dom gets. Matt keeps his eyes on the road, won't look at Dom, won't answer his questions. Dom gives up and spends the rest of the journey staring out the window, a tight knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Matt parks beside a warehouse. He crawls into the back seat, grabs a bundle and thrusts it at Dom.
"Here, put these on."
Dom examines the bundle. A boiler suit, a hockey mask, gloves. He drops the bundle in disgust.
"No."
Matt's struggling into a boiler suit of his own.
"Yes."
"I can't do this."
"You can. You will."
"I won't. You can't make me."
"I can't?"
Matt leans over Dom's seat, grabs a fistful of hair and pushes his gun into the tender flesh beneath the cop's jaw.
"Listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. You're in my world now. You do what I say, when I say. You don't, you won't survive the day. Understand?"
Something tells Dom that trying to argue the point would be a serious mistake.
"i understand."
Matt lets him go.
"Good. Now, suit up."
Dom does it. Matt grins at him, gun in one hand, his own hockey mask in the other.
"Very sexy."
Dom follows the crook out of the car and over to the door of the warehouse. Matt opens it, sticks his head through and shouts something, Dom doesn't catch all of it. Something about masks. Matt steps back out and looks at Dom.
"Okay, keep your mask on and your mouth shut. I'm serious, don't say anything to anyone. Keep a cool head, follow my lead and everything will be fine. You ready?"
Dom nods, afraid to speak.
"Alright, come on."
The cop follows the crook into the warehouse and comes face to face with five men in boiler suits and hockey masks: Matt's latest crew, or maybe just a Jason Voorhees fan club. They stare at Dom. He stares back, feeling about as welcome as a fart in a space suit.
"We're taking an extra man along today," Matt announces.
Dom can't see the crew's facial expressions but, if their loud and, in some cases, profane protests are anything to go by, this doesn't sit well with any of them. The biggest member of the crew speaks up.
"Why do we need an extra man?"
"Because we do."
"But you always go with a six-man crew."
"I do. But not today."
"A seven-way split is messy."
"We're not splitting it seven ways. Our new boy isn't getting a cut. He's just along for the ride."
"Who is this guy, anyway?"
Matt smiles, reaches out and slaps Dom's ass, making the cop jump.
"This is my boy. I thought it was time I showed him what Daddy does for a living."
This does not go down well.
"A civilian? He's a fucking civilian? You expect us to put out lives in the hands of an amateur, risk some serious jail time, and for what? Just so your latest cum dumpster can get a cheap thrill? I won't stand for it, Matt."
Matt moves up to face the giant. Dom can't see either man's face, but he can read their body language just fine, can sense the waves of barely chained anger emanating from Matt, see the big man shrivel up beneath Matt's stare.
"You're giving the orders now?" Matt's voice is soft, cold, deadly, "you're telling me what to do?"
"No Matt, I just - "
"Because last time I looked I was the boss. I make the plans. I say what we do and how and when. Anyone got a problem with that?"
Matt turns on the rest of his crew and they cower before him.
"I say he's coming with us, he's coming with us. He'll be an extra pair of hands on crowd control and he won't fuck up. There's no risk. Everyone does what they're supposed to do when they're supposed to do it and everything will be fine."
His crew are silent, nobody else rises to challenge him. Matt smiles, all sweetness and light again.
"Good, that's settled. Somebody get our new boy a gun."
The giant stalks over, hands Dom an automatic.
"Do you even know how to use one of these?" he asks.
Dom takes the gun, pops the clip, checks it and slaps it back in, checks the safety a couple of times, hands moving with an efficiency born of years of experience. The rest of the crew trade urgent whispers as they take in his performance. Then Matt laughs.
"Isn't he precious," he drawls, "a few trips to a shooting range and he thinks he's a gunslinger."
They laugh with him, the bubble of tension popping before it's even had a chance to form. And then Dom is swept along with the rest of them, out of the warehouse and into a van and he's on his way to commit the very crime he's paid to try and stop. As they approach the bank Matt squeezes Dom's hand, tells him he'll be fine. They get out of the van and the giant is suddenly beside him, clamping a huge hand down on his shoulder and offering his own unique words of encouragement:
"Don't fuck this up. You do and I don't care what Matt says, I'll gut-shoot you and leave you for the cops."
Message received and understood.
Now it's happening, now it's on. They burst into the bank, waving their weapons and scaring the shit out of everyone. Dom casts a worried eye at the security camera, then remembers how Matt's people always kill them before they hit a bank and is almost giddy with relief. It just wouldn't do to have a cop - and not just any cop, but the boss of the bank squad - filmed robbing a bank, mask or no mask.
Matt's crew go about their business, each member performing his assigned task with quiet efficiency. One man takes care of the guards, Matt and the giant go for the money and Dom helps the others, covering them as they get the customers on the floor and destroy all cellphones. As he stands over the customers with a gun in his hand, Dom is forced to admit he's enjoying himself. He thought he knew all there was to know about bank jobs. But there's a big difference between the cold, hard facts as set down in witness statements and caught on camera and the altitude sickness-inducing high of actually participating in a job.
They get the money, pile into the van and take off in a rush of squealing tires. If the ride to the bank was quiet and intense, the ride back is anything but. Lots of backslapping, laughs all round - but the others still don't drop their guard around Dom. They don't use any names and Matt's the only one feeling secure enough to take off his mask. He pats Dom's thigh.
"You did good in there."
His hand moves higher. Dom squirms and tries to shove it away.
Matt giggles and cups him through his suit. He's deaf to Dom's pleading and Dom doesn't want to start a fight, not here, not in front of these men. Better to keep quiet and let Matt do what he wants. Matt's gang are giggling and elbowing each other as they watch. Dom closes his eyes, cheeks burning with shame, cursing Matt even as he responds to his touch. He tries to keep quiet, to take his humiliation in silence, but he can't help but give voice to a long, low moan as he comes.
They get back to the warehouse, the others deal with the cash and Matt leads Dom back to the car where the cop is finally allowed to remove his mask and suit. Dom sits in the passenger seat, limp and mute, mind scrambled by the events of the last couple of hours. He's still trying to process it when Matt dumps him at the end of his street and leaves him there.
**************************************
Matt is sprawled on the couch on the top floor of his brewery, waiting for Dom to come to him. The cop will come, there's no doubt in Matt's mind, it's just a question of when. He hears footsteps and smiles, but doesn't get up. Dom picks his way through Matt's living area, he hasn't been here since the night he cuffed Matt to a rail and fucked him senseless. He glares down at Matt.
"Know where I spent the afternoon?"
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me."
"At a crime scene, working my way through a bank that got robbed this morning. But I'd already been there, I was one of the bank robbers!"
"Yeah, you were," Matt smiles up at him, "what's the problem? You want a cut, is that it? You can have some of mine, if it's that important to you."
"No!"
"What, then?"
"I ..." Dom pinches the bridge of his nose, "you ... why did you take me there? I wasn't supposed to be there! I'm a cop!"
"A pathetic excuse for a cop. A real cop would have done his job and locked me up long ago."
The pain and confusion on Dom's face tears at Matt's heart, but he keeps smiling.
"We had an understanding."
"And you trusted it? You trusted me?" Matt laughs, "you really are pathetic. Did you really think you could trust me? That I could care about someone like you? Maybe even love you? Please, the very idea."
"Stop it, Matt!"
Dom's hands are pressed against his ears, trying to block it all out. Oh, how Matt wants to taker it back, all the lies he just told. But he can't. He has to do this, has to make Dom believe the lies, drive him away. It'll take just one last thing to push Dom over the edge. Matt summons up a look of pure contempt and plunges ahead.
"I can't believe you fell for that."
"What? Fell for what?"
"This morning. You really think they didn't know who you were? They knew. All my crews know. I told them all about you, the sad, lovesick cop I've been stringing along. I told them everything, every single thing we've done. I've even shown them pictures and we've laughed at you, oh, how we laughed - "
That does it. Dom grabs the front of Matt's shirt and pulls him off the couch. Now it's Matt's turn to be held at gunpoint as Dom swipes the pistol from the holster at his back and forces the barrel between Matt's teeth. There's a long moment where Matt fears he's done his job too well and that his reward will be to have his brains blown out by the man he loves. Dom wants to do it; Matt can see it in his eyes, in the way his hand tightens on the gun. But then Dom screams, a high, inarticulate sound, full of pain and rage. He pulls the gun out of Matt's mouth, reverses it and whacks the crook across the face with the butt, putting all his strength into the blow. Matt hits the floor, seeing stars. Dom stands over him, breathing hard.
"Stay away from me, Matt. Next time I see you, I will pull the trigger."
Matt watches him go. His mouth is full of blood and he touches a finger to cheek and winces. His cheekbone's broke for sure.
But it's not the pain in his face that makes him cry.
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 15/R
Summary: A cop. A bank robber. Some sex. What else do you need?
Feedback: Please do.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.
It had to happen. They were bound to reach a point of no return, a point where their true feelings could no longer be hidden, or denied with any real conviction. And trouble was sure to follow.
***************************
Matt tiptoes into Dom's bedroom. It's late, past midnight and he doesn't want to wake the cop. Dom is asleep on his back, the book he was reading half-open by his hand. His face, illuminated by the bedside lamp, is soft and open and innocent. The sight takes Matt's breath away.
Matt takes the book away, undresses and turns out the light. He climbs into bed and his hip bumps Dom's. A brief touch, but it's enough. The cop snorts, rolls over and butts his head against Matt's arm, a silent demand. Matt laughs and raises his arms.
"Come on."
Dom doesn't need to be told twice. He cuddles into Matt's chest and sighs as the crook's hands stroke up and down his back. He growls something into Matt's chest. Anyone else would dismiss it as gibberish, but Matt has become quite adept at deciphering Dom's sleep ramblings.
"I know it's late, I'm sorry. I had to take care of something."
More muttering from the direction of Matt's nipple, a question.
"You don't want to know."
Matt yawns and looks down at Dom.
"You working tomorrow?"
A brief, soft sound, Dom's half-asleep version of no.
"Good, that's good."
Matt smiles and closes his eyes. He kisses the top of Dom's head
"I love you."
Shitshitshit.
Matt's eyes snap open. He couldn't help himself, the words tumbled out before he could stop them. He waits for a reaction, any reaction, from Dom. But there's nothing, the cop's gone back to sleep. Matt relaxes,
But it's a long time before he can relax enough to sleep.
**************************************
In bed together on a cold Sunday afternoon, Dom on his back, Matt inside him, so deep inside him. Good, so, so good, but Dom wants, needs, more. He reaches up and cups Matt's cheek. They look into each other's eyes and are stunned by what they see, their real feelings finally exposed.
This isn't just sex.
It's love.
They finish together, sobbing and moaning into each other's mouths. Matt pulls out and flops over onto his back. They lie side by side, staring up at the ceiling.
And neither one can think of a single thing to say.
***************************
"Come with me."
Dom shakes his head, trying to clear the sleep from it. It's been almost two weeks since he last saw Matt, twelve long, mostly sleepless nights, and now he's in the cop's kitchen, making demands. Dom sets his coffee cup down with a bang, spilling some.
"Asshole! You disappear for two weeks, don't bother to call or text so I'll know you're okay and then you just walk in here, in broad daylight, when anyone can see you? What's wrong with you?"
Matt smiles, a soft, friendly smile. But his eyes are cold, so cold.
"Come with me, Dom."
"Go fuck yourself."
"You don't get it, do you?" Matt pulls a gun from his jacket, "it wasn't a request. Refusal isn't an option. Come with me, Dom. Now."
Dom looks at the gun, then back up at Matt.
"You can't be serious."
Matt's not smiling now. He raises the gun and puts it to Dom's head.
"Serious as a heart attack. If you want to keep what passes for a brain inside that skull of yours, you come with me now."
Dom licks his lips, acutely aware of the cold metal pressed against his temple.
"Alright, you win."
Matt puts his gun away and grabs Dom's arm. The cop just has enough time to snag his keys before he's hustled out of his house and into Matt's car. He scowls at the other man.
"You know this is the second time you've kidnapped me."
"I know. But look on the bright side, you're not in the trunk this time."
Where are we going?"
Matt's lips twist into a cruel smirk.
"You'll see."
And that's all Dom gets. Matt keeps his eyes on the road, won't look at Dom, won't answer his questions. Dom gives up and spends the rest of the journey staring out the window, a tight knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Matt parks beside a warehouse. He crawls into the back seat, grabs a bundle and thrusts it at Dom.
"Here, put these on."
Dom examines the bundle. A boiler suit, a hockey mask, gloves. He drops the bundle in disgust.
"No."
Matt's struggling into a boiler suit of his own.
"Yes."
"I can't do this."
"You can. You will."
"I won't. You can't make me."
"I can't?"
Matt leans over Dom's seat, grabs a fistful of hair and pushes his gun into the tender flesh beneath the cop's jaw.
"Listen up, 'cause I'm only going to say this once. You're in my world now. You do what I say, when I say. You don't, you won't survive the day. Understand?"
Something tells Dom that trying to argue the point would be a serious mistake.
"i understand."
Matt lets him go.
"Good. Now, suit up."
Dom does it. Matt grins at him, gun in one hand, his own hockey mask in the other.
"Very sexy."
Dom follows the crook out of the car and over to the door of the warehouse. Matt opens it, sticks his head through and shouts something, Dom doesn't catch all of it. Something about masks. Matt steps back out and looks at Dom.
"Okay, keep your mask on and your mouth shut. I'm serious, don't say anything to anyone. Keep a cool head, follow my lead and everything will be fine. You ready?"
Dom nods, afraid to speak.
"Alright, come on."
The cop follows the crook into the warehouse and comes face to face with five men in boiler suits and hockey masks: Matt's latest crew, or maybe just a Jason Voorhees fan club. They stare at Dom. He stares back, feeling about as welcome as a fart in a space suit.
"We're taking an extra man along today," Matt announces.
Dom can't see the crew's facial expressions but, if their loud and, in some cases, profane protests are anything to go by, this doesn't sit well with any of them. The biggest member of the crew speaks up.
"Why do we need an extra man?"
"Because we do."
"But you always go with a six-man crew."
"I do. But not today."
"A seven-way split is messy."
"We're not splitting it seven ways. Our new boy isn't getting a cut. He's just along for the ride."
"Who is this guy, anyway?"
Matt smiles, reaches out and slaps Dom's ass, making the cop jump.
"This is my boy. I thought it was time I showed him what Daddy does for a living."
This does not go down well.
"A civilian? He's a fucking civilian? You expect us to put out lives in the hands of an amateur, risk some serious jail time, and for what? Just so your latest cum dumpster can get a cheap thrill? I won't stand for it, Matt."
Matt moves up to face the giant. Dom can't see either man's face, but he can read their body language just fine, can sense the waves of barely chained anger emanating from Matt, see the big man shrivel up beneath Matt's stare.
"You're giving the orders now?" Matt's voice is soft, cold, deadly, "you're telling me what to do?"
"No Matt, I just - "
"Because last time I looked I was the boss. I make the plans. I say what we do and how and when. Anyone got a problem with that?"
Matt turns on the rest of his crew and they cower before him.
"I say he's coming with us, he's coming with us. He'll be an extra pair of hands on crowd control and he won't fuck up. There's no risk. Everyone does what they're supposed to do when they're supposed to do it and everything will be fine."
His crew are silent, nobody else rises to challenge him. Matt smiles, all sweetness and light again.
"Good, that's settled. Somebody get our new boy a gun."
The giant stalks over, hands Dom an automatic.
"Do you even know how to use one of these?" he asks.
Dom takes the gun, pops the clip, checks it and slaps it back in, checks the safety a couple of times, hands moving with an efficiency born of years of experience. The rest of the crew trade urgent whispers as they take in his performance. Then Matt laughs.
"Isn't he precious," he drawls, "a few trips to a shooting range and he thinks he's a gunslinger."
They laugh with him, the bubble of tension popping before it's even had a chance to form. And then Dom is swept along with the rest of them, out of the warehouse and into a van and he's on his way to commit the very crime he's paid to try and stop. As they approach the bank Matt squeezes Dom's hand, tells him he'll be fine. They get out of the van and the giant is suddenly beside him, clamping a huge hand down on his shoulder and offering his own unique words of encouragement:
"Don't fuck this up. You do and I don't care what Matt says, I'll gut-shoot you and leave you for the cops."
Message received and understood.
Now it's happening, now it's on. They burst into the bank, waving their weapons and scaring the shit out of everyone. Dom casts a worried eye at the security camera, then remembers how Matt's people always kill them before they hit a bank and is almost giddy with relief. It just wouldn't do to have a cop - and not just any cop, but the boss of the bank squad - filmed robbing a bank, mask or no mask.
Matt's crew go about their business, each member performing his assigned task with quiet efficiency. One man takes care of the guards, Matt and the giant go for the money and Dom helps the others, covering them as they get the customers on the floor and destroy all cellphones. As he stands over the customers with a gun in his hand, Dom is forced to admit he's enjoying himself. He thought he knew all there was to know about bank jobs. But there's a big difference between the cold, hard facts as set down in witness statements and caught on camera and the altitude sickness-inducing high of actually participating in a job.
They get the money, pile into the van and take off in a rush of squealing tires. If the ride to the bank was quiet and intense, the ride back is anything but. Lots of backslapping, laughs all round - but the others still don't drop their guard around Dom. They don't use any names and Matt's the only one feeling secure enough to take off his mask. He pats Dom's thigh.
"You did good in there."
His hand moves higher. Dom squirms and tries to shove it away.
Matt giggles and cups him through his suit. He's deaf to Dom's pleading and Dom doesn't want to start a fight, not here, not in front of these men. Better to keep quiet and let Matt do what he wants. Matt's gang are giggling and elbowing each other as they watch. Dom closes his eyes, cheeks burning with shame, cursing Matt even as he responds to his touch. He tries to keep quiet, to take his humiliation in silence, but he can't help but give voice to a long, low moan as he comes.
They get back to the warehouse, the others deal with the cash and Matt leads Dom back to the car where the cop is finally allowed to remove his mask and suit. Dom sits in the passenger seat, limp and mute, mind scrambled by the events of the last couple of hours. He's still trying to process it when Matt dumps him at the end of his street and leaves him there.
**************************************
Matt is sprawled on the couch on the top floor of his brewery, waiting for Dom to come to him. The cop will come, there's no doubt in Matt's mind, it's just a question of when. He hears footsteps and smiles, but doesn't get up. Dom picks his way through Matt's living area, he hasn't been here since the night he cuffed Matt to a rail and fucked him senseless. He glares down at Matt.
"Know where I spent the afternoon?"
"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me."
"At a crime scene, working my way through a bank that got robbed this morning. But I'd already been there, I was one of the bank robbers!"
"Yeah, you were," Matt smiles up at him, "what's the problem? You want a cut, is that it? You can have some of mine, if it's that important to you."
"No!"
"What, then?"
"I ..." Dom pinches the bridge of his nose, "you ... why did you take me there? I wasn't supposed to be there! I'm a cop!"
"A pathetic excuse for a cop. A real cop would have done his job and locked me up long ago."
The pain and confusion on Dom's face tears at Matt's heart, but he keeps smiling.
"We had an understanding."
"And you trusted it? You trusted me?" Matt laughs, "you really are pathetic. Did you really think you could trust me? That I could care about someone like you? Maybe even love you? Please, the very idea."
"Stop it, Matt!"
Dom's hands are pressed against his ears, trying to block it all out. Oh, how Matt wants to taker it back, all the lies he just told. But he can't. He has to do this, has to make Dom believe the lies, drive him away. It'll take just one last thing to push Dom over the edge. Matt summons up a look of pure contempt and plunges ahead.
"I can't believe you fell for that."
"What? Fell for what?"
"This morning. You really think they didn't know who you were? They knew. All my crews know. I told them all about you, the sad, lovesick cop I've been stringing along. I told them everything, every single thing we've done. I've even shown them pictures and we've laughed at you, oh, how we laughed - "
That does it. Dom grabs the front of Matt's shirt and pulls him off the couch. Now it's Matt's turn to be held at gunpoint as Dom swipes the pistol from the holster at his back and forces the barrel between Matt's teeth. There's a long moment where Matt fears he's done his job too well and that his reward will be to have his brains blown out by the man he loves. Dom wants to do it; Matt can see it in his eyes, in the way his hand tightens on the gun. But then Dom screams, a high, inarticulate sound, full of pain and rage. He pulls the gun out of Matt's mouth, reverses it and whacks the crook across the face with the butt, putting all his strength into the blow. Matt hits the floor, seeing stars. Dom stands over him, breathing hard.
"Stay away from me, Matt. Next time I see you, I will pull the trigger."
Matt watches him go. His mouth is full of blood and he touches a finger to cheek and winces. His cheekbone's broke for sure.
But it's not the pain in his face that makes him cry.
