Shadows Part I
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Title: Shadows Part I
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Sequel to Temptation. Dom's POV. Ten years have passed and Dom and Matt have made a life together. But when his past comes back to haunt him, how far will Dom go to keep Matt safe?
Feedback: Always welcome.
Disclaimer: Oh so very, very fake.
Author's Notes: I was a bit vague about ages and actual timeframes in Temptation so, just to clarify: Matt was 21 in 1918 and Temptation took place in 1926, making him 29, and this story takes place in 1936. Actual birthdays and age gaps are the same as in RL, making Dom about half a year older than Matt.
A chair flies at my head, I duck just in time and it smashes into the wall above me. I straighten up and stare at Matt in shock. He threw a fucking chair at me! I can't believe he just did that. We've been standing in the bar we own and arguing for the better part of an hour, in full view of our customers and our assistant, Billy. It started, as it so often does, with Matt accusing me of being useless and lazy, wasting good money on gambling and whores and leaving him to do all the work.
There was no way I was going to let all that pass and the fight's been raging ever since. But that chair thing, that was the last fucking straw. I rush at him, planning to try and see how many times I can smack his head into the bar before it splits right in two. Before I can even begin to get close a couple of guys, having finally decided enough is enough, grab me and push me towards the door, trying to get me to cool off.
Matt doesn't even flinch, he just stands with his hands on his hips, pouring on the insults. Okay, I've had enough of this shit. I go limp, they let me go and I storm out, only stopping long enough to tell Matt to fuck himself and to hope he falls down the stairs and breaks his neck. Then I'm gone. Lots of people see me as I head to my place on the edge of town, red-faced and loudly cursing my prick of a business partner. But not a single person sees me, three hours later, as I creep back to the bar, let myself in and go upstairs. The bedroom door opens suddenly and Matt is there, smiling happily. "I thought that went quite well, don't you?" I don't get a chance to agree before he pulls me into the room and fuses our lips together.
The alarm goes off far too soon. I slam it off and fumble with the lamp. Matt groans and rolls over, wrapping me up in his arms again. "Don't go. Stay just a little longer, Dom. Please?" I turn in his arms and kiss the tip of his nose before sliding reluctantly out of his embrace. Much as I'd love to, I can't stay and we both know it. Where the hell did my pants go? I finally find them, balled up and flung under the bed.
Matt lies on his side, watching me through half-closed eyes as I pull them on and find the rest of my clothes. "Sorry about the chair. I guess I got carried away."
"It's alright, just don't make it a regular thing. I know we want these fights to look real, but there's no need to wreck the place." I don't get an answer and, when I look up, I see he's fallen asleep again. I press another quick kiss to the top of his head, turn out the light and tiptoe out of the room.
It's still dark when I get back to my place. I kick off my shoes and crawl into bed without bothering to take my clothes off. I don't wake up until noon and it's a good hour before I stumble back up the street, trying to look as hungover and pissed off as I can. Most of the guys who saw our little dust-up last night are probably down the mines right now but word gets around, especially in a town as small as this, and there are still a few people standing around and grinning as I start kicking the door and screaming for Matt to get his ass out of bed and let me in.
The upstairs window opens and I take a step back so I can look up. Here we go: Matt doesn't waste any time, just gets right to it. "Fuck off and crawl right back into whatever gutter you spent the night in! If you're too stupid to remember where you left your keys you can stay out there! It's no more than you deserve for prancing out of here and sticking me and Billy with the clean-up! Again!"
"You let me in right now or I swear to God, I'll burn this fucking place to the ground with you inside it!"
"You own half this place, you fucking idiot!"
"So I'll burn your half!" And so it goes, slinging obscenities back and forth until Matt runs out of steam and agrees to let me in. He doesn't even get the door half open before I'm shoving past him and calling him a slow, crippled son of a bitch. Once the door is safely shut behind us we drop the act - but not all the way. I'd love to jump on him and kiss him until he can't breathe, but that would be against the rules. No affection in any kind of public place, not even a place we own. That stays in the bedroom. We content ourselves with exchanging small smiles before getting to work. There's no doubt about it, we are leading one seriously screwed up life. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Sequel to Temptation. Dom's POV. Ten years have passed and Dom and Matt have made a life together. But when his past comes back to haunt him, how far will Dom go to keep Matt safe?
Feedback: Always welcome.
Disclaimer: Oh so very, very fake.
Author's Notes: I was a bit vague about ages and actual timeframes in Temptation so, just to clarify: Matt was 21 in 1918 and Temptation took place in 1926, making him 29, and this story takes place in 1936. Actual birthdays and age gaps are the same as in RL, making Dom about half a year older than Matt.
A chair flies at my head, I duck just in time and it smashes into the wall above me. I straighten up and stare at Matt in shock. He threw a fucking chair at me! I can't believe he just did that. We've been standing in the bar we own and arguing for the better part of an hour, in full view of our customers and our assistant, Billy. It started, as it so often does, with Matt accusing me of being useless and lazy, wasting good money on gambling and whores and leaving him to do all the work.
There was no way I was going to let all that pass and the fight's been raging ever since. But that chair thing, that was the last fucking straw. I rush at him, planning to try and see how many times I can smack his head into the bar before it splits right in two. Before I can even begin to get close a couple of guys, having finally decided enough is enough, grab me and push me towards the door, trying to get me to cool off.
Matt doesn't even flinch, he just stands with his hands on his hips, pouring on the insults. Okay, I've had enough of this shit. I go limp, they let me go and I storm out, only stopping long enough to tell Matt to fuck himself and to hope he falls down the stairs and breaks his neck. Then I'm gone. Lots of people see me as I head to my place on the edge of town, red-faced and loudly cursing my prick of a business partner. But not a single person sees me, three hours later, as I creep back to the bar, let myself in and go upstairs. The bedroom door opens suddenly and Matt is there, smiling happily. "I thought that went quite well, don't you?" I don't get a chance to agree before he pulls me into the room and fuses our lips together.
The alarm goes off far too soon. I slam it off and fumble with the lamp. Matt groans and rolls over, wrapping me up in his arms again. "Don't go. Stay just a little longer, Dom. Please?" I turn in his arms and kiss the tip of his nose before sliding reluctantly out of his embrace. Much as I'd love to, I can't stay and we both know it. Where the hell did my pants go? I finally find them, balled up and flung under the bed.
Matt lies on his side, watching me through half-closed eyes as I pull them on and find the rest of my clothes. "Sorry about the chair. I guess I got carried away."
"It's alright, just don't make it a regular thing. I know we want these fights to look real, but there's no need to wreck the place." I don't get an answer and, when I look up, I see he's fallen asleep again. I press another quick kiss to the top of his head, turn out the light and tiptoe out of the room.
It's still dark when I get back to my place. I kick off my shoes and crawl into bed without bothering to take my clothes off. I don't wake up until noon and it's a good hour before I stumble back up the street, trying to look as hungover and pissed off as I can. Most of the guys who saw our little dust-up last night are probably down the mines right now but word gets around, especially in a town as small as this, and there are still a few people standing around and grinning as I start kicking the door and screaming for Matt to get his ass out of bed and let me in.
The upstairs window opens and I take a step back so I can look up. Here we go: Matt doesn't waste any time, just gets right to it. "Fuck off and crawl right back into whatever gutter you spent the night in! If you're too stupid to remember where you left your keys you can stay out there! It's no more than you deserve for prancing out of here and sticking me and Billy with the clean-up! Again!"
"You let me in right now or I swear to God, I'll burn this fucking place to the ground with you inside it!"
"You own half this place, you fucking idiot!"
"So I'll burn your half!" And so it goes, slinging obscenities back and forth until Matt runs out of steam and agrees to let me in. He doesn't even get the door half open before I'm shoving past him and calling him a slow, crippled son of a bitch. Once the door is safely shut behind us we drop the act - but not all the way. I'd love to jump on him and kiss him until he can't breathe, but that would be against the rules. No affection in any kind of public place, not even a place we own. That stays in the bedroom. We content ourselves with exchanging small smiles before getting to work. There's no doubt about it, we are leading one seriously screwed up life. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
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Date: 2010-08-01 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-01 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-01 10:51 pm (UTC)WHY ARE THEY STAGING FIGHTS WHEN THEY COULD BE HAVING BUTTSECKS? THIS IS NONSENSICAL WOMAN.
But so totally awesome. *squee* Ahmazing, as usual. :D
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Date: 2010-08-01 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 04:58 pm (UTC)XD XD
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 03:56 am (UTC)Yay the sequel is here!!!
You scared me at the beginning when they were fighting! I was like WTF!
But it was an act. Oooo I like this already!
I hope this time they spend more time together and there is more fluff :3
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Date: 2010-08-02 08:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 09:31 am (UTC)You scared me with the fighting!
Luckely it was just an act :)
Can't wait for more, you are an amazing writer :D
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