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Title: Revenge
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Revenge can be so sweet.
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: The following tale is true, and by "true," I mean "false." It's all lies, but they're entertaining lies, and in the end isn't that the real truth? The answer... is no.
Notes: This one is for the amazing and amazingly talented millionstar.
The presentation was a triumph, he knew it would be.
Dom strolls out of the boardroom, grinning from ear to ear. Some of his colleagues stop to congratulate him, but one man does not. This man skulks in a corner and, when Dom goes back to his office, he follows, clinging to Dom like a rancid fart, the stench of which you just can't shake off.
Back in his office, Dom hangs up his jacket and sits behind his desk. Then he offers his dark-haired stalker his widest, toothiest smile.
"Yes, Matthew? Did you want to talk to me?"
"You know I do."
"And what, exactly, do you want to talk to me about?"
Matthew's blue eyes blaze.
"Are you serious? You know why! You stole my idea!"
"Did I?"
"You know you did! You stole it and then you used it in that farce you call a presentation!"
"Well, Matthew, maybe I did steal your idea and maybe I didn't. The real question is, can you prove it?"
"...I..." Matthew stands there, mouth opening and closing.
"You can't, can you? As far as everyone's concerned, I had a great idea, I made a killer presentation and now I'm up for a fat promotion. And you, Matthew, are left with nothing because that's what you are: nothing."
"Prick. Ignorant, thieving prick."
Dom shrugs.
"Survival of the fittest, Matty, that's just the way the world works."
"I'll get you for this, Dom."
"I'm shaking in my boots."
"You should be. You really should be."
**************************
Five days later and Dom's pretty much forgotten all about Matthew and his threats. Returning to his flat after a long, but productive, day, he takes off his coat, drops his keys and briefcase in the hall and then he frowns.
Noises, strange noises, coming from his bedroom.
Dom hurries over, throws open the bedroom door and just stands there, mute and unmoving, brain desperately trying to make sense of what he's seeing.
"Matthew!" he finally gasps, "...what....are...you...doing.....here?"
One of the men on the bed sits up, smirks and plucks a mirror and a rolled-up ten-pound note from the bedside table.
"Doing? Well, Dom, right now I'm doing a shitload of cocaine," he snorts a quick line, "and your boyfriend."
"Nick?" Dom appeals to his boyfriend, who doesn't respond, "I don't understand...."
"What's to understand?" Matthew gloats, "I called round, we talked, did a few lines and then I rocked your boyfriend's world in ways you can only dream of. You might be a hit in the boardroom, Dom, but you're a disaster in the bedroom."
Dom can't think of a single retort so he simply spins on his heel and leaves, Matthew's mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
*******************************
Dom's at his desk, going over his notes for the meeting when Matthew Bellamy slithers into his office. Dom glares at him.
"I'm busy. Get out of my office."
Matthew stays right where he is and Dom stands up.
"That stunt you pulled with my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend, that was your revenge, Matthew? Your petty, fucked up idea of revenge? You're even more pathetic than I thought, if that's the best you can do."
Matthew smiles and moves closer until they're face to face. He might be an annoying little shit but, Dom has to admit, he's attractive, in his own way. That pale skin, those blue eyes... Then Matthew's voice breaks the spell.
"Oh Dom, trust me, that was just the tip of the iceberg. I'm just getting started."
"Really," Dom sneers, "so what's your next move?"
"How's this for a next move?"
"Wh-"
Dom's next words are swallowed when Matthew's mouth covers his own, Matthew's tongue darting between his lips to taste him.
Wrong, this is wrong....
The blond's brain is screaming at him to stop this and stop this now, but his body isn't listening. His body knows this is the best kiss he's ever had - and it wants more. Whatever else he may be, Matthew Bellamy is one hell of a kisser.
When Matthew kneels and unbuckles Dom's belt, the blond doesn't stop him. The thought never even enters his mind. He's forgotten about his important meeting and all the ways he despises Matthew Bellamy. All he knows is he wants - needs - this man's mouth on his cock. Right now.
He gets his wish and it's better than he ever could have dreamed. Matthew's oral skills are beyong compare. He takes Dom higher and higher, right to the brink of what promises to be a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
Then he stops.
"What are you doing?" Dom demands, indignant, as Matthew pulls away and stands up. The dark-haired man grins at Dom's obvious discomfort.
"On edge are we?" he enquires sweetly.
"You know I am!"
"Desperate to come?"
"Yes!"
"So desperate you can't even think straight?"
"Yes, you little shit, yes!"
Matthew tuts.
"Dear me, Dominic, but you are in quite a state. And you've got a meeting in, what," he checks his watch, "three minutes?"
Dom is speechless. Matthew laughs and skips out of the office, leaving the blond to plot some revenge of his own.
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Revenge can be so sweet.
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: The following tale is true, and by "true," I mean "false." It's all lies, but they're entertaining lies, and in the end isn't that the real truth? The answer... is no.
Notes: This one is for the amazing and amazingly talented millionstar.
The presentation was a triumph, he knew it would be.
Dom strolls out of the boardroom, grinning from ear to ear. Some of his colleagues stop to congratulate him, but one man does not. This man skulks in a corner and, when Dom goes back to his office, he follows, clinging to Dom like a rancid fart, the stench of which you just can't shake off.
Back in his office, Dom hangs up his jacket and sits behind his desk. Then he offers his dark-haired stalker his widest, toothiest smile.
"Yes, Matthew? Did you want to talk to me?"
"You know I do."
"And what, exactly, do you want to talk to me about?"
Matthew's blue eyes blaze.
"Are you serious? You know why! You stole my idea!"
"Did I?"
"You know you did! You stole it and then you used it in that farce you call a presentation!"
"Well, Matthew, maybe I did steal your idea and maybe I didn't. The real question is, can you prove it?"
"...I..." Matthew stands there, mouth opening and closing.
"You can't, can you? As far as everyone's concerned, I had a great idea, I made a killer presentation and now I'm up for a fat promotion. And you, Matthew, are left with nothing because that's what you are: nothing."
"Prick. Ignorant, thieving prick."
Dom shrugs.
"Survival of the fittest, Matty, that's just the way the world works."
"I'll get you for this, Dom."
"I'm shaking in my boots."
"You should be. You really should be."
**************************
Five days later and Dom's pretty much forgotten all about Matthew and his threats. Returning to his flat after a long, but productive, day, he takes off his coat, drops his keys and briefcase in the hall and then he frowns.
Noises, strange noises, coming from his bedroom.
Dom hurries over, throws open the bedroom door and just stands there, mute and unmoving, brain desperately trying to make sense of what he's seeing.
"Matthew!" he finally gasps, "...what....are...you...doing.....here?"
One of the men on the bed sits up, smirks and plucks a mirror and a rolled-up ten-pound note from the bedside table.
"Doing? Well, Dom, right now I'm doing a shitload of cocaine," he snorts a quick line, "and your boyfriend."
"Nick?" Dom appeals to his boyfriend, who doesn't respond, "I don't understand...."
"What's to understand?" Matthew gloats, "I called round, we talked, did a few lines and then I rocked your boyfriend's world in ways you can only dream of. You might be a hit in the boardroom, Dom, but you're a disaster in the bedroom."
Dom can't think of a single retort so he simply spins on his heel and leaves, Matthew's mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
*******************************
Dom's at his desk, going over his notes for the meeting when Matthew Bellamy slithers into his office. Dom glares at him.
"I'm busy. Get out of my office."
Matthew stays right where he is and Dom stands up.
"That stunt you pulled with my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend, that was your revenge, Matthew? Your petty, fucked up idea of revenge? You're even more pathetic than I thought, if that's the best you can do."
Matthew smiles and moves closer until they're face to face. He might be an annoying little shit but, Dom has to admit, he's attractive, in his own way. That pale skin, those blue eyes... Then Matthew's voice breaks the spell.
"Oh Dom, trust me, that was just the tip of the iceberg. I'm just getting started."
"Really," Dom sneers, "so what's your next move?"
"How's this for a next move?"
"Wh-"
Dom's next words are swallowed when Matthew's mouth covers his own, Matthew's tongue darting between his lips to taste him.
Wrong, this is wrong....
The blond's brain is screaming at him to stop this and stop this now, but his body isn't listening. His body knows this is the best kiss he's ever had - and it wants more. Whatever else he may be, Matthew Bellamy is one hell of a kisser.
When Matthew kneels and unbuckles Dom's belt, the blond doesn't stop him. The thought never even enters his mind. He's forgotten about his important meeting and all the ways he despises Matthew Bellamy. All he knows is he wants - needs - this man's mouth on his cock. Right now.
He gets his wish and it's better than he ever could have dreamed. Matthew's oral skills are beyong compare. He takes Dom higher and higher, right to the brink of what promises to be a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
Then he stops.
"What are you doing?" Dom demands, indignant, as Matthew pulls away and stands up. The dark-haired man grins at Dom's obvious discomfort.
"On edge are we?" he enquires sweetly.
"You know I am!"
"Desperate to come?"
"Yes!"
"So desperate you can't even think straight?"
"Yes, you little shit, yes!"
Matthew tuts.
"Dear me, Dominic, but you are in quite a state. And you've got a meeting in, what," he checks his watch, "three minutes?"
Dom is speechless. Matthew laughs and skips out of the office, leaving the blond to plot some revenge of his own.
